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Cheeeekkkk (Hororor Story) area ghost review

HAPPY READING 🙏🙏🙏🙏

Hey my name is Elsa, but not Elsa in the movie Frozen😁😁 or Elsa in the soap opera love yes 😅😅😅

I played truth or dare ama ni novel, and I lost!! Damn it, I got dare!!!!! 😡😡😡

Yes, I was told to write a short story. But because I do not know what to write a short story about, I decided to write this ghost review short story. That's why this story exists. But what I'm talking about is the ghosts I know. Yes, we have entered the first ghost... 👻👻👻👻

Ghost tok tok (Eastern Java)

Have you ever heard of the ghost of Tok Tok?? The ghost of Tok Tok is not Tik Tok. This ghost comes from Madiun, East Java. He was an old man whose eyes were red and his clothes were shabby. It is called Tok Tok, because this ghost likes to come to the house of the malem. Then he ngetok-ngetok bamboo chair that kayak gini nih

Is there nothing in your house? Well if you have a chair like this keep your house in the ghost of Tok Tok, you just need to pretend not to be horrified. Anyway don't be afraid, what else is throwing or burning the chair. You see, there was a story of Madiun people who came with the ghost of Tok Tok. Still for fear of his chair he burned! Eh tomorrow his ghost comes again and instead enters his house. His ghost did not want to leave and instead stayed in the house with him. Really serem?

Bengkek Ghost (West Kalimantan)

You must read the ghost of Bengek deh 😜. I also just found out that there is a ghost whose name is Bengkek ghost, but not Bengek ya 😁😁. Bengkek ghost is known as a ghost of creepy water and has a face that is destroyed ( UGLY)

He said this ghost will drown the human victim and he will eat the crown and brain of the victim. Swollen ghosts will disguise themselves as humans or interesting objects, even these ghosts can also disguise as if drowning and ask for help. The goal is to get the victim trapped and into the river and then it could be his meal! Hii serem really, right?

Ghost of Sugus (East Java) again

I've been to the end of the ghost story of this area, but I just stole a short short story from my brother. Read with yuk! 👇👇👇👇

KUNTILANAK UNDER MY BLANKET

Introduce my name Astri Yunita can be called Ita. This story I experienced when I was in college in the city of Jogja. At that time I had finished my studies and had followed the judicium. Because just waiting for graduation I hitchhiked at the kost of my group of friends. I did not extend my boarding house because I stayed another week after that I would go home to my hometown. After Judicium indeed all my friends returned to their respective cities. I chose to stay in Jogja for a week because there is still unfinished business.

Long story short at that time the friend I was riding in his room changed his mind to go home immediately. Because of his house in Gunung Kidul he promised to return to the boarding house again the next day. There was me and a friend in the room. We also prepare for sleep. Before going to bed as usual we talked first. My friend yawned and told me she was very sleepy. But my eyes were still bright and did not feel sleepy at all.

I tried to close my eyes until I counted sheep not sleeping. The night was getting late and I still could not sleep. I don't know why the air that night was so cold. I also picked up the cloth blanket that my mother brought. Jarit cloth (batik pattern cloth commonly used by Javanese women in the past) relics of my daughter's eyes that I take anywhere because it's a memento from my grandmother. That jarit I rarely wear in my old boarding house because my friend was afraid to see me sleep covered in that jar. My friend said it was like a recently deceased person and covered in Jarit.

When my eyes started to get sleepy suddenly someone pulled my blanket. I thought it was my roommate. Without opening my eyes I pulled back my blanket. Moments later my blanket was pulled again, with a bit of a nag I pulled my blanket while saying

“if it's cold grab your own blanket dong far, I'm sleepy and cold this really don't bother!”

But my friend just shut up. I was so tired and continued my sleep. Afraid of being pulled back, I slept holding tightly to my blanket. As expected, my blanket was pulled again. I pulled my blanket back and woke up

“nah... Don't expect to grab my blanket ya”.

But it wasn't my friend who pulled my blanket. The hand of a woman in white and very pale clothes held my blanket very firmly.

I turned my roommate to sleep next to me soundly. And it turns out that what tugged at my blanket was not my friend but a pale-faced, long-haired woman wearing white. I screamed so loud that my roommate woke up.

The room door was knocked by the hostess who was also shocked to hear my screams.

After that incident the next day I immediately moved to my former boarding house. Safe boarding without any interruption. I still can't figure out why that thing pulled my blanket? Turns out the kuntilanak liked my grandmother's jarit blanket

This is my story, hopefully an interesting story and it could be an experience that subtle creatures like kuntilanak are all around us.

Written by: Elsa Agustina and Elika Agustina

Finishes.

SORRY IF THERE ARE SIMILARITIES IN NAME, ADDRESS, TIME AND PLACE. THIS STORY IS JUST FICTIONAL. DO NOT FORGET TO FOLLOW AUTHOR, LIKE, COMMENT A LOT, MAKE A FAVORITE, VOTE CAN ALSO. THANK YOU