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The woman in the next room (Horror story)

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Immediately I kissed the back of Mom's hand and stepped in on the travel car that had been booked last week. Mom just kept showering me with a lot of prayers so that I was feeling and successful in finding knowledge.

Two more days is orientation time for new students. I came here early on purpose. Prepare all the needs so as not to hassle. I happened to get a boarding place close to campus.

The white-haired boarding owner had been waiting for me in front of the gate. Ten minutes earlier, I sent him a message. The distance of his house with the boarding place is indeed separated by five houses. After getting off the car, I immediately extended my hand to Bu Rina—sang kos— owner kissed the back of the hand, while greeting.

"Waalaikumussalam.” The woman answered was friendly. He could not accompany me in because there was a need that could not be abandoned.

“Your room is upstairs, next to the stairs, yes," said the boarding house while handing over my room key. "If you need anything, then just wa yes, Ma'am," continued the middle-aged woman again. Before he finally left me.

I nodded my head while smiling. "Yes, Mom. Thank you." Thank you."

I'm putting the body on the bed. Comfortable this room too. Looks like I came first. Ah, I forgot. It's still a semester break for old students. I hope another friend comes later in the afternoon.

The hour hand is exactly five. Soon it has entered Maghrib time, and no other residents have come. I was coming by the moon, and could not pray.

Eliminate boredom, turn on the television in the living room. Being alone in a room this big turned out to be unpleasant as well. The entire television channel has even been explored, so I did not realize the time had gone up at night. My body suddenly brushed. From then on my gaze circulated to the corner of the room. There's no one. Ah, maybe it's just my feeling that someone's coming.

At 22:00, boredom began to sink back into the mind. Television shows are no longer interesting to watch.

There's a lighted water faucet in the kitchen near the bathroom. Maybe Kos's mom wants to see me. I'm approaching soon. But it was beyond my expectations. There's no one there. But the water is on. I spread my eyes on the stairs to Mother Kos's house. Silent and dark. Who lights the water? Ah, my horse's fur is starting to crumble.

Suddenly a pat on the shoulder surprised me.

"You're the new occupant?" A young woman in red stood right in front of me as I turned.

"Eh. yes, Ma'am. I'm Alifa, Ma'am, just came huh?"

"Yes. I'm Meria. The occupants of the third-floor room near the clothesline." That woman is greeting me. It was cold his hand.

We talked for a while. During the conversation Mba Meria just stood up. I was offered a snack that Mom brought from home, but she refused.

A few minutes later, Mbak Meria asked me to go to her room, but I refused because the eyes began to sink because of sleepy whack. He just smiled. "May you be at home here, yes," said Ms Meria before she left me alone.

Relieved. At least tonight, I'm not alone in this boarding house. I took the beloved blanket in the suitcase that I had not cleared. Trying to close the eyes.

My net had just been closed when I felt a hand pull me roughly out of bed. Inching, I immediately sat down when I saw the figure of a woman in a large high wedding dress looming from the corner of the room. He grins. The woman's hand grabbed my neck and tried to strangle me. As hard as I can, I try to let go of the hand that grips me firmly. Spoken all the prayers I remembered, even though it was very difficult to say. My voice is gone. Tried to call Mba Meria, but still my lips are moody, unable to say anything.

Minutes have passed, my strength seems to run out. My tears are shed. Flowing like a river. "Custy. I don't want to hurt any creature. I just want to study here. Don't want to disturb your other creation. Please servant. Save me ..." I resigned when I could do nothing more.

Suddenly, the giant bride slowly let go of her hand. Instantly I inhaled as much oxygen.

Many times I knocked on the door of Mbak Meria, but there was no response. Could he be fast asleep? I'm getting panicked. The door of Mbak Meria continues to be beaten so hard. But still no answer. His room light instantly died. My only hope now is nonexistent. Run down the stairs immediately.

Should I go back to my room? What if the giant bride comes back? My panic is getting worse.

I'll just be awake until tomorrow. I pray all the prayers I can. Maybe I need a blanket to cover myself. When I tried to grab the blanket that had fallen on the floor when I ran to the room of Mbak Meria earlier. Suddenly, there was a person in red clothes right in front. But this is not Mama Meria. His eyes were red, full of anger. My body collapsed and then darkened.

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"Deck ... Deck ...wake up .. let's get up! How did he sleep in the middle of the gini door?" There was a young lady with a rug on her back, as my eyes opened. It's like astonishment.

I spread my eyes across the room. The sun's orange tint has passed through the windows. Ah, thankfully it's morning.

"Why sleep here?" The woman asked back.

I try to sit down and remember what happened.

"Whose brother?"

"I'm an old boarding house resident, Dek. Mother Kos said you came first huh?"

"Yes, Brother."

"How dare you be alone at the cost?"

I'm shocked. "There's a Meria, Brother."

"Who?" He frowned.

"That's the resident who lives upstairs near the clothesline."

Suddenly he thought hard. Like not believing in something.

"That's not the room but Kos's warehouse."

Absentminded. I suddenly had my eyes darkened again.

Finishes.

This is not a fictional story, yes, this is the author's own experience when he first menggekos, new time to enter university. Do you know what author lakainin is after experiencing the most horror events in the author's life?? The author takes a shower, and goes straight to the author's new campus. There, the author says the same dean, if the author wants permission 1 month. Finally the dean went home, but not 1 month, only 2 weeks. The author goes straight back to the boarding house, and tells the boarding house, cancel stay there. The author only gives a quarter of the cost of a month. The author goes directly to the bus message, and goes home.When back there, the author is more comfortable away from the campus, but near the mosque, and of course the new boarding is built. From the author's own horror story. Good bye's...