A Collection of Horror Stories
Episode 32
That afternoon, I was with my patient's family together walking room after room in a big hospital in the city of T . My grandfather was diagnosed with advanced lung cancer and had to undergo radiation and chemotherapy at the hospital .
Day went by dusk, while the stomach had not been filled since morning , the busyness of the day made me forget to fulfill my stomach right . I asked my grandfather's family for permission to go down to the cafeteria to buy our lunch . I waited alone for the elevator that never went up to the 7th floor where I stood . Impatiently, I decided to go down the stairs .
The 6th floor there are some people who cross paths with me . The 5th floor there are still some people who cross paths with me . Floor 4 why this floor is so crowded . Hustle and bustle of people who filled the stairs and the room on this floor really can not I believe, whether what room is on this floor . But since the stairs leading to the 3rd floor were across from room , I was forced to wade through a sea of humans to get there .
It was a bit time and energy, but I guess it wasn't until 15 minutes after I wrestled among the dense crowd of people in the room, I managed to reach the stairs and continue my steps to the 3rd floor , floor 2, and ground floor .
Before I reached the cafeteria, I met grandfather's son and he pulled my hand violently, his face looked angry .
"Where have you been, from noon willing to buy food, even until this hour not back again" he bursts out in a rude voice .
I just fell silent.... from noon ? until this hour ? it is now what time , not even 20 minutes I go right. I saw the watch on my wrist almost at 6 pm , I was more silent . Where maybe , I said it was still around 2 pm...
"Where have you been since ?" ask the grandfather's son
Of course I can only be silent.in the accusation of playing from noon until afternoon that is, even though I have not been out of the hospital area at all , not even to the cafeteria . But if you look at the clock and the position of the sun, it was already in the evening . Really strange, the journey from the seventh floor to the first floor can take about 4 hours....
I am confused I cannot say the word . The grandfather's son who might look at me like a dazed person becomes confused . He took me to the waiting chair that lined the room a lot .
"What really happened, where did you come from ?" ask her more gently . Actually, grandfather's son is a very good person , maybe because of circumstances , tired and panicked, he became a bit rude earlier .
"I'm not going anywhere, I just got down from the top floor through the stairs" I replied slowly
"Despite the way through the stairs, it is not possible to take 4 hours, the hospital is not that wide" said the grandfather's son
"Yes, I know. but I'm not going anywhere .
Leaving the patient without any important cause while on duty is a big mistake, I will never do it, and will not be accused of doing it .
"But how can the journey from the seventh floor to the first floor take 4 hours... You only need to pass through 4 floors, right ?" fia insisted that something was awkward....
"Hey, where it can be from the seventh floor to the first floor only passing 4 floors, it should be 5 floors" I insist
"No, only 4 floors . Floor 6 , 5 , 3 and 2nd floor" he explained
"You forgot the 4th floor" I replied
"People... This is a hospital, where there is a 4th floor of hospital T" he said
"There's ! who said there was no, I was crossing the 4th floor, because the stairs are opposite !" I still insist....
"Ngaco you, if you find the reason mbok yes logical, do not make a crap !" ablaze
"The reason piye to mas, I was actually passing through the 4th floor, maybe even because on the 4th floor that was so humpek I got a bit long until here , but I'm sure it won't be 4 hours" I replied
"Lantai 4 mbah mu goalkeeper, you have been in town T long enough, emang you never notice if in the hospital especially , ' ''emang , and in most of the multi-storey buildings in T and maybe in country M there is no 4th floor !" answer her
"Woooo.. masssehhh who ngeyel, mbok let's go there the same if not believe , than I was accused neko neko neko" I replied
"Come !" answerable
We both went back up the stairs .
Floor 2, ordinary . Floor 3 , normal , Floor 5.... you know what, the writing on the wall next to the stairs is the 5th floor huh ? I was in a hurry to go back down that ladder . The 3rd floor ! then I went up again, 5th floor.how is it possible. The grandfather's son just looked at me without doing anything .
"Piye ? still want to ngeyel ?" it seemed to make fun of me
I can't say what...
"I swear, it was clear that between the 3rd floor and the 5th floor it was the 4th floor, and I even crossed the room on that floor which was full of people . But now how come this is.. Where is the 4th floor ?" I thought in my heart
The grandfather's son panicked to see me dazed, immediately he lifted me up the stairs up to the 7th floor where grandfather was treated, and sat me in a chair with the rest of his family.. those who saw me dazed became confused, they asked me somehow, their voices were just like the buzzing of bees in my ears . I think the grandfather's son told me what I told him...
"Are you sure he didn't lie ?" I heard the grandmother ask the child
"I don't think , after all he's also not used to lying . Just look at his expression, he also looks very confused right" replied the child
The grandmother whose body was petite, turned to me, rubbed my shoulders, and softly said...
"Well, next time do not just enter the room that you do not know . We people T have a myth, that the number four is related to death, sacred numbers . The pronunciation of the number four and the dead word in the M language sound the same (sh') although the writing in the script is different . That's why we don't list the 4th floor in most public buildings in the country , probably in C and H states as well 'cause we have a similar myth"
"So if you said you found the 4th floor, it could be that what you saw was part of another nature, a different nature from what we occupy, the nature of the spirits . Because it was in this building since there was no 4th floor" explained the grandmother again
I heard the grandmother's explanation with a slight shudder .
"But on that floor a lot of people , until it was crowded even" said I
"If you couldn't get out of the room, I don't know what would happen to you. Maybe during her you would be trapped in the realm of the spirits" the grandmother also shuddered...
Just now I know, it turns out that even in a modern country is still thick mythical like that . And that experience wasn't my only experience interacting with otherworldly beings in the country...
