A Bunch of Horror Stories

episode 93 (No Limit )

I parked the Xenia Sportku car in front of the yard that looked quiet and deserted. The light of my vehicle still shone on the veranda of the house as my eyes circled around. It didn't seem like anyone, because I saw the living room lights of the house go out. I open the door of my car then go down, then move towards the beautiful minimalist-rise house. Sometimes I look at the neighboring house from behind the wall of the bonsai which is also quiet because it is already night. But it's not too late. Or indeed complex people here often in the house if it is this hour? I don't know either.

I pushed the bell repeatedly. There's no answer. The address on the small note on my left hand is correct. The number is also appropriate. Because I waited long enough, I called the number listed on the last note. The tone sounded melow.

“Halo?” there was a voice across there. I immediately replied.

“Halo, I'm already in front of this house. You where?”

“Oh, jerk, yeah. I'm still on the road. It's going home, just wait until, kok!”

“Good..”.

Talks interrupted. I sat in a rattan chair facing the courtyard of this house. There is a small fish pond in front of the main room. Garden lights neatly lined up near the bonsai fence on each side of the house. Then the Japanese grass grows green adorning the yard and colorful flowers grow in the corners of the fence. Really lovely. Looks like I'll be here. I hope that.

Tinn!

My eyes were fixed on the motorbike that entered the depths and headed straight for the garage. A young man took off his helmet and placed it on top of the tank, waving his casual hair and looking at me smiling. The man walked towards me with his cool steps.

“Sorry I came out earlier, I thought you came tomorrow.”. I nodded as I threw a smile at him.

“Kok alone?” he continued and I just nodded.

“Lho, aren't there two people who want to spend here?” the man said as he opened the main door.

“My friend is not a hostel here, Mas.” I said flat.

“Do not call, Mas. Call Raga, aja. After all, we're still the same age.” “Why doesn't he host here?” Raga asked again.

“He didn't go to college..”

“Kok can?”

“less know too, he said there was a job offer. Continue, just love if you miss..”.

“Ooo..”

The door opened, the man turned on the switch and my eyes were immediately greeted with an elegant and truly beautiful room atmosphere. Hmmm, God willing I feel at home if this is the place. Calm, fragrant, clean, and…

“Perfect...” lirihku.

“What's perfect?”

“Ng-no, it's okay, the house is good..”.

Raga took me to the second floor. We stopped right in front of the white door. “Well, here comes your room..” he said opening the door. I'm going straight in. Wau, this is really beautiful. The room fits my taste. “This is the duplicate key. And this is the front trunk lock, your car will be put there.” his joke and then move. At the door, Raga turned around.

“If there is need for anything, do not hesitate. By the way..”.

“Iya, Mas..” sahutku smiled.

“Call Raga aja.”

“Oh, yes. Sory forgot. Raga!”

“By the way, are you Vicky or Andre?” Presumably Raga just realized that he doesn't know exactly my name. Or maybe, he just confirmed the name of one of the two people who planned to visit this house.

“I Andre. Vicky was the one who didn't go to college.”.

“Oh. Andre, yeah? What a good name. As good as your face.”.

“Thank’s..” kelakarku blushed. My eyes and Raga's eyes were interlocked for quite a while. She smiled occasionally and looked at me with a gaze that I felt somewhat at, that is. But maybe it was just my feeling. I hope he's not what I think he is. Back he smiled. Then he asked and it surprised me.

“You are not afraid of ghosts, ‘kan?”

“?”

***

I haven't lived in this house for two months. Of course with all kinds of problems and impressions that I can not tell everything in this paper. It's nothing, I'm just worried that the admin on your short story.Com carelessly read my personal experience on the site. I could have been banned, worse still my writing is not in the post. Don't let me. Love you, Min. Wakakaka.

I sat down at the study table tonight. The dim lights sometimes make me have to be closer to read more clearly the writing I scratched on the notebook. Even though tomorrow is off, I want to finish the task as soon as possible. And tomorrow I use it for rest and not struggling with college tasks that accumulate. Do not delay until tomorrow what we can do now.

Kreeek.

The sound of my bedroom door opening. I melengos. Raga smiled as she stood at the door. He was dressed in a neat and somewhat official outfit. Does he want a condition? Or sightseeing? Or does?

“Include, Ga!” I said as soft as possible.

“Busy like..”.

“Ngak also, responsibility there is a little duty from the lecturer.”

“Udah eat yet?”

“Hmmm..” I shook my head.

“We're out yuk?” he slowly entered my room.

“Where?”

“I have a nice hang out place. If you want, we can go there tonight. I'll treat you..”

“Much out of place?”

“Ngak, coke. It's still close here, too. Next to Selandri beach.”

“Oh, near Selandri, I think you can too. But, I take a shower first yeah?”

“Cih! This hour has not taken a shower?” tanyanya.

“I used to take a night shower..” The man widened his lips as he nodded slowly. I closed my book and grabbed the towel hanging in the closet.

“I wait in front.”

“OK!”

***

After all was enough, I took car contact while clutching my red sweater on the bed. I went out of my room wearing a sweater in a hurry. I think Raga waited too long. Poor him.

“Cock carry helmet, Ga?” I asked when I saw the young man with the helmet on his left hand. He just smiled. Crisp.

“Pake my car only..” continued me again.

“Neither, Ndre?”

“Ngak, lah. My intention was to use the car, too. More save..”.

“OK deh, then. Make it easier to bring me later.”

A moment later Raga and I were traveling at a moderate speed. We were nearing the gate of the complex. Chiiiiiit! Suddenly I put the brakes on when I remembered something. Sontak Raga flinched and looked at me in shock.

“What's up, Ndre?” tanya was a bit anxious.

“Sory, Ga! My wallet missed..”

“Ya already let go aja, I bring money kok.”

“I know. But I am not used to going with nothing. We go back to yah?”

“What if you leave immediately? I know who bought you..”.

“Not the problem. Bentaaar, aja. Please.”

“Ya already...” he said with a slightly less pleasing face.

Arriving home, I just parked the car on the asphalt road. Then open the fence and run small towards the terrace. Unintentionally, I looked towards the trunk of the house.

‘Kok, Raga motor so ugly.’ I thought in my heart. The color is to fade and it looks like the motorbike is often carried speeding and falling many times. Indeed, all this time I was not paying attention to Raga's belongings. But if the bike I see often, and not like now the condition. Out of curiosity, I approached. Is correct. Motor Raga seems to have been around for a long time. Even the paint is peeling and there is a dull color in the tank. Maybe because the night is the color. I opened the door and went straight into the house. Cuuss. Suddenly I shiver and a little parno when greeted with a fragrant something. The scent of cantile and jasmine filled the living room. There are things that make me surprised, presumably this house is full of dust and cobwebs that seem rarely occupied. Raga said, she also often found the same thing when she first came to this house. And many mystical stories that make my hair stand on its own. Brrrr! Soon I took my wallet and left the room. In the living room, I was shocked by the soft voice of a man asking for help. I got more and more goosebumps when that voice approached me. Unintentionally, my gaze was fixed on the photo of Raga on the sideboard wearing a high school uniform, suddenly Raga's handsome and radiant face faded and became deathly pale, then the photo turned into a photo full of blood. Prahaanng! The photo fell by itself. I screamed and immediately ran out.

***

“Sorry long ago..” said as I got into the car. My breath hunts.

“Nothing. Was it nagapain anyway? Kayak yelled that. Your breath is roaring again. Wiggling demon?” tanyanya chuckles. Instantly the car drove.

“No, I just accidentally saw your bike, which is kind of weird. Kayak turned into that old school.”.

“Whimsy how?”

“It looks like your bike is broken. But I don't know..”.

“Oh, that motor once crashed, Ndre! Even you've made wretched people..”

“Celaka?”

“Yes. The motorbike was borrowed by my brother, continued to accidentally number people to death. Because of the deserted road, my brother ran away. At home he told me everything. After that, I often apes bring the motor..”.

“Wadd. So horrified your story..”

“Wkakakaka...” I was surprised when Raga laughed loosely for tricking me.

“Campret, you Ga! Lying is a sin..” I said while driving at a rather fast speed.

“But, Ga! I felt there was something mystical in your house.”

“What mystical thing?”

“When I go inside, I smell the cantilevered flowers and jasmine. Then, when I came out of the room, I heard a man moaning for help, the voice was approaching me. And lastly, I saw a picture of your high school turning pale and falling all by itself. Hiiiiii, I have goosebumps until now..” my claws are still in shock.

“You mean?”

“I mean, it's a haunted house, and I'm a ghost, hihihihiiii.” Raga put up a mimic to scare me and he laughed like a demon. Look, if I wish it were. Raga chuckled as she pinched my cheek. I'm in a bad mood.

***

“Still far away?” I said while looking at a car in front there that suddenly speeding up like avoiding something.

“Not too far, at most fifty meters more..”.

Raga and I got near the corner and how shocked I was to see a man lying away from his motorcycle and convulsing from breathing difficulties.

“Ga. That guy was an accident. How's this?” I panicked at that moment.

“Come, help. Quick...” Raga is also no less panicked with me. We immediately went down and saw the figure of the man covered in blood was killed instantly in that place as well. My thoughts were immediately fixed on the fleeing sedan car earlier. Motherfucker! He's not responsible. Raga approached the man whose face was not recognized. The helmet broke and became a small piece.

“Gi-how is this?” ask Raga gemeteran.

“We take it to the hospital?”

“Do not..”

“Do not! So where?” I said panic.

“We take it to the police station.”

“Kok, to the police station?!”

“It seems I know this guy. He's the younger brother of a policeman in the Police near the city.”

“You sure?”

“Yakin, Ndre, I know the license plate. D 1344 MH's. He's a police brother named Rudi. I know Rudi.”

“Yes already, we take him to his house. Quick Ga, put the body in the back jog.”.

“But he's got a lot of blood, Ndre! Your car will be dirty..”

“Can be washed..”.

“Not just that. You and your car will be able to apes if you bring a corpse.”.

“Tahayul. Ambulance brings dead bodies and dead people, but it's safe. No need to comment a lot, we must quickly bring this person to his house. Keep you in touch with her brother immediately.”.

“But, Ndre..”

“Ahh, no need buts. Ayoh..”

***

Me and Raga are off for dinner outside. For the sake of delivering this body immediately to his family, I did not mess around with my car gas. The trip felt so long and we did not get to our destination. It was as if we were just circling this street. Now I'm really worried and worried. When I put the ill-fated corpse into the back jog of the car a moment ago, I saw a weling snake cross and stopped in front of the car and blocked our speed. Said the Javanese, it's a sign that I will meet bad luck or apes. I tried to pull him away. May my good intentions be with God's blessing.

“Kok, the streets are getting quieter, Ga?” not just rame-rame.”

“Yes, Ndre, I'm confused too. I think we're straying..”

“Any, we did not feel through this forest. But, why can we stray?” I'm starting to panic.

“In front there is a junction, Ndre. Which way do we choose?” ask Raga in fear. I saw a board traffic showing directions, south towards Bandung and north towards Jakarta. Which area is this? I'm getting panicked. While I was looking from the rearview mirror the corpse behind was lying horribly. He's really calm like that. I chose to go to Bandung. My speed is increasing. Far ahead, I saw the figure of a man standing swinging his hand. Looks like one he's hitching a ride. But is there anyone hitchhiking in the middle of this forest?

“Astagah! Astagfirullah. Yes Allah..” cried Raga makes me anxious. Suddenly I was worried and panicked, not a bitch. The person who waved at this car turned out to be a shattered-faced pocong figure. I'm goosebumps. The shroud that wrapped the pocong was filled with dust and blood. Which makes me more creepy. The pocong's eyes popped out of his head and hung almost loose. Damnit. Where'sisthis?

“Debut, Ndre..” Raga jolt makes me panic even more. I immediately gas. The car is still down the asphalt road in the middle of the forest. The pocong jumped up and down and chased us. I keep speeding. The pocong jumped higher and higher and now flew over the car. I got goosebumps, and I finally got more gas. Braaac. This car is pounding something. Silent. My eyes and Raga's eyes looked at each other.

“Pocongnya, you hit, Ndre...” I nodded.

Whuaaaa! The pocong's face stuck to the car's glass and blood dripped on it. I drove around in a turn to make the fucker's pocong fall and disappear. In my heart I kept reading the chair verse. Alfatihah and wirid.

“Try, you called her sister this corpse, said we were stray..” panickkku.

“Udah, the number is not active. There is no signal here.”

“You know this road is in which area?”

“Ndon't know, Ndre. This place is foreign. I've never been here.”

I kept driving the vehicle with a controlling mind. It seems true Raga said. I found slumber and misfortune. I and Raga have been on the same road twice. Two intersections that always show the direction of Bandung and Jakarta. But strangely enough, after passing through those two paths, we encountered the same place. Two intersections that have no end. Without limits. I almost lost my mind. My logic is out of the way and my rational mind seems distracted. The pocong has now disappeared. However, blood spots on the car glass continue to drip even though the glass is automatically cleaned. Because it keeps on happening, I don't care about it anymore.

***

“We'll just go back to the road again.” The word Raga sucks me.

“Where to go back, if we just muter-muter here.” replied me snacken.

“Keep us how now?”

“What did you say was real, Ga?” I stared at him.

“You mean?”

“This life we carry, make apes?” my eyes glared at Raga.

“Keep, we have to dispose of this corpse?” ask Raga, disagree. I'm nodding.

“Crazy! You, Ndre...”

“We have no choice. Who knows by dumping this body, we're safe. And can find your way home..”.

“Nggak ah, Kasian Rudi, surely he nyariin his sister..”.

“Then this continues? When can we go home. Calling Rudi's number is impossible. Finding a way out also can't. Do we want to die in this place?” just pissed. We were so upset that we had been lost for hours. I'm reducing the speed. This road feels quiet and quiet. Rain spots began to appear to fall on the car glass. I'm getting worried.

“If it is your mother. We put this body in that place anyway?” ask Raga while referring to the building that somehow since when there was at the intersection of the road. Bizarrely.

“Lho, feeling, there was no house..” I said afraid.

“Already, Ndre do not think much, since then I also did not end up thinking about the events we experienced. We're trying to get this body out. Keep finding a way out. If we survive, we call Rudi and other police members to this place, then this fateful corpse can be buried immediately.”.

“Bby also your idea.”

***

After doing what Raga suggested. We also drove faster. This time it was true, we were not circling around in that place.we found a new path that was straight and as if boundless. The road goes up and down with extreme twists and turns in the middle of the forest. We crossed the rice fields. I am relieved, presumably we will enter the village and can ask the whereabouts of this place we crossed. Coincidentally up ahead there, there was a small post. And it looks like some teenagers are making bonfires and some of them are playing guitar. I'm gas-tasting. When he was about to enter the village, suddenly a thick fog came and made a visibility of only a few meters. After being convinced of the place where the post was located I stopped the car.

“Kok-s. Sepi, Ndre?” ask Raga confused. I'm confused too. Our eyes circled the empty place only in the growing rubber trees or hull.

“So you saw the post and children teenagers ‘kan?” I asked Raga. He's nodding. Glug. Raga gulped in fear.

“Kayaya, we're not safe yet, Ndre. Let's go forward again..” lirihnya with sweat increasingly dripping. The air conditioner of this vehicle does not seem to work. I still feel hot and anxious. Scared and limp.

Dubrak! Gebra! Taar! Contact me and Raga were really panicked and messed up. As if our car was attacked and hit by hard objects by time that out of nowhere came. Odder still, I did feel the impact of that hard object on my car. But nothing was broken or scuffed in the least. And the man who hit this car is also invisible. I'm goosebumps. Immediately I gasped and ran off the algal ridge leaving the place of mystery. Without limits. That's what I often feel.

A moment later the car came down a steep road. I'm reducing the speed. Suddenly the car is not balanced like slipping as the sound of a tire explosion rang out in the middle of this forest. My car was close and went into the abyss. I stopped suddenly.

“Kayaya her car tire broke, Ndre!” raga looked at me in panic. I don't know since when I saw Raga's face turn cold and cold. He seems to be terrified. Raga's eyes scared me. Red and slightly bruised.

“Company I see, Ga?” my door to him. Raga nodded. We got out of the car at the same time.

“Nothing broke, tyres!” I said after making sure everything was okay.

“Anneh...” decak Raga holds his jidat. I fastened my red sweater string tightly to keep out the cold of the night wind. Raga and I got back in the car. I turned on contact.

Ztztztztztz Ztztztz. Don't wanna light up. I light it up again. Still same.

“Betting, Ga!” I looked into his eyes. The Breath of Raga roared in panic. We were stuck in the middle of the forest. On the streets deserted and lost. Without limits. Raga shivered in the cold. I took off my sweater and I let it sit on his body. Raga leaned his head on the car jog.

“If we are not safe. How, Ndre?” raucous.

“Don't say that. Pray, may God love the way.”

“If you and I die in this place? How, Ndre?”

“Everyone will die. But, we can still try and survive if we are not destined to die in this place.” I said while trying to stabilize the car. Ztztztztz. Ztztztztz. Don't wanna light up.

“What if I die, Ndre?”

“Already, Ga! From now on, you've been talking about making me scared. Now pray a lot just let us be safe.”

For almost an hour we encountered a deadlock in that place. Raga looked tired and her face grew pale in fear. He has no spirit anymore. The rain was falling more and more and the road was foggy. I'm tired because this car never turns on. When Raga and I met with despair. From a distance I saw a shadow of a group of people coming from the west to the east and going through this car strike. I smiled happily, help was coming. Alhmadillahhas.

“Ga, look there is a car..” I said to the young man who was immediately also excited. He looked at the motorcade ahead. Our eyes instantly round. The group that I thought was a car or a motorcycle vehicle, it turns out the group was carrying a coffin. Brackets of rods, and coffins that seem ready to bury. I opened the window of the car slowly, with an incandescent flashlight, I illuminated the group.

“Astagfirullah..” I said surprised. It turned out that the coffin was carried by a group of headless humans and followed by several pocongs behind it. Their feet floated and did not step on the asphalt. I suddenly felt the chill seeing that happen. The rain is falling more and more. And I was curious about the contents of the coffin that was not covered with shahadah-tinted cloth ornaments as usual. Then, there was the figure of a corpse in the coffin. Face familiar. The body is like the body of the man we put in the old house at the crossroads. Luckily the group did not bother us. I kept watching the group drift quickly and went towards the north. They disappeared as they passed towards the narrow path and disappeared within the abyss. I shudder.

“They're ghosts, Ga!” I said as I looked at Raga.

“Agoshaaaahh!!”

How shocked I was to see Raga had turned into a corpse full of wounds and blood all over her body. His eyes closed with his face facing me. Then when I panicked and was afraid to go too far. A tree was struck by lightning and fell on my car. Darkened.

***

I was in a coma for a month. I'm still being treated at Jati Asih Hospital. I can't believe a young man asked the doctor's permission to see me. He looks handsome and handsome with his black leather jacket. The doctor allowed and warned me not to be too disturbed because I was still in treatment. The man nodded. Then he sat next to my bed.

Me and the guy had a long conversation. Talk about the chronology of the accident that hit me that night. I was surprised when the man who turned out to be a police officer named Rudi was Raga's brother. And, actually, he came to see me when he found out their old house was in someone's place. Namely me. Rudi explained that his sister died half a year ago due to an accident on the road near the coast of Selandri. The motor is ringsek and is currently in the trunk of the house I occupy. And I just realized, if Raga all this time is a wandering spirit who wants his corpse in the grave calmly. Rudi told me that until now, the body of his sister has not been found. I remember that horrible incident.

I told Rudi where Raga's body was. Because I feel like the person who had the accident was Raga. And the pocong on that street is raga. Then, the corpse inside the coffin was Raga. Until the corpse that has been riding with my car is also Raga. The day after, Rudi and other police members managed to find the body of Raga who had become a skull, then buried it in the local TPU. Rudi thanked me a lot. He let me know if I wanted to occupy that house until I finished college. On top of Raga's diet, I saw a smiling handsome man wearing his shining white robe. After that he disappeared. Rudi and I walked away from the food together. The thing that surprised me was, when a rough hand came out of the tomb and pulled my body until I got into it. There, I saw myself becoming a pocong.