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Story part 1

Mysterious Stall

This story is experienced by via originating from west Java

When my family and I visited my grandmother's house in West Java Ciamis happened to be that day we departed from Jakarta at 12:00 pm and arrived in Ciamis district before magrib because we often stopped in the journey.

In 30 minutes we will be at Grandma's house.

But Dad wanted to go to the wc and in the village we stopped at a dimly lit stall on the side of the road. The one with the stall had a cold look. We wanted to hitch a ride on his toilet and he just nodded.

After Dad threw away my wishes, my mother and I bought some snacks in the shop, such as cake and bread and two bottles of drinks. When we finished, we paid and took the change.

And at my grandmother's house. Because until my grandmother's house was late at night so we just went to sleep. And the next day I told my grandmother that my father was hitchhiking to the wc at the crossroad street stall to grandma.

With surprise grandma that there is no stall because there was a fire a month ago and the residents all died the stall was robbed and burned by the thief.

Those of us who were in disbelief brought the cookies and bread we bought from there. And it turns out that all the food has been burnt the change has changed. And we started to believe in Grandma's story that the creatures we met yesterday were delicate creatures.

Ghosts Kosan

I've been in Kosan for two weeks. Which he says there's always something strange going on here. But after two weeks passed I felt there was nothing strange I was enjoying with this cosan.

What I wonder every time I take a shower I am always watched by two pairs of eyes that look behind the window wc. I thought it was just a pervert guy in the room next to me. And one day I was curious.

And I began to tremble and my HP fell after taking the phone turned out that the creature had been in front of me. And I fainted too.

Ghosts ‘Teman’ in Pesantren

This story is told by Fazri

The mystical story in the pesantren environment is no stranger. Whether it was a coincidence or what.

I can't explain it.

As a person who has ever ‘nyantri’, I have also experienced it. Several times I experienced spooky events while living in the pesantren.

There is one incident that I still remember until now, even though the incident has been a dozen years passed.

So, one night, my friend Amin and I were sitting on the 2nd floor of the dormitory ironing clothes.

At that time, the boarding school was on holiday so we could spend time doing the activities we wanted because the routine activities of the students were closed.

Many children also return home because of a long vacation. What remains in the dormitory are children whose homes are on the opposite island like Amin or those who do not want to go home even though close like me.