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Umpet Shelf in New Apartment

Darla and Daphne, sisters and twins live in an apartment. Tonight, they were alone there, both his parents were attending his old friend's party.

“Gaga our home yes, son! Be the daughters of a good father,” said Hudson, the father of Darla and Daphne.

Time without activity feels like a hollow barrel. The twins Darla and Daphne decide to play hide-and-seek in their apartment room. Daphne gets a watch while Darla searches for a hiding place without being discovered by her twin sister. Daphne began counting. 1.. 2.. 3. until the count of 10 he began to open his eyes and began to look for Darla.

“Prepare, Darla! I will look for you, hihi,” Daphne exclaimed as she searched for her twin sister.

Daphne looked and searched through the gaps in the surroundings. He looked for Darla in the room, behind the couch, behind the TV, around the fireplace, and in the bedroom. However, he still has not found the Darla, even the shadow and the trunk of his nose is still not visible.

Silent, it was a word that described the condition of their apartment. The sound of vehicles outside was barely heard even though it was crowded. Daphne enters the bathroom in her apartment. After he turned on the bathroom lights, he found the shadow of the little girl behind the curtain of his bathroom.

“Ahaahaa... I finally found you!” exclaimed Daphne who found her twin sister there. However, the shadow seemed to not budge at all. If it were Darla, there should be a movement responding to Daphne's call. But not in reality.

“Daar, Darlaa. That you?”

Daphne's feeling is not good. The cold air pierced into the ribs and the huffed heart. Slowly Daphne stepped up and ventured to open the curtains of her bathroom. His heart was pounding, goosebumps and trembling also adorned the feeling that perched on him.

“Darlaa.. Darlaa,” call Daphne down towards the bathroom curtain. He took a deep breath to find the black shadow that resembled his sister. Daphne began to touch the curtains and prepared to open them.

“Daphne, what are you doing in front of the curtain?”

Suddenly a voice called out to Daphne from behind. Daphne was startled, she looked back with a breath of breath. Cold sweat began to pour from Daphne's body.

It turns out that the one who called out to Daphne just now is Darla, the twin sister Daphne is looking for in this terrifying game.

“Darla, no way,” muttered Daphne as she turned in disbelief towards the original Darla.

“Jeez, Daph! What's wrong with you?” ask Darla.

Darla was confused as to what had happened. Darla also saw nothing behind the curtain. There was only a light green curtain without a black stain. To put it simply, in Mr. Hudson's apartment there was only Daphne and Darla, no one but the two of them.

Daphne turned back to the curtains. Daphne now saw none of the black shadows she had seen before Darla came. Daphne could not say another word, the peculiarity she found that night.

Bruuk!!

Daphne fell helplessly with a million fears engulfing her.

Pocong Camping Horror

Holidays have arrived, holidays at the end of the long-awaited year. Bejo, Udin, Marwan, Openg, and Popon decided to camp while filling their vacation time.

When arriving at the campground, the cold and foggy atmosphere decorates the twilight that is increasingly dawning. The five of them were late to arrive there, they should have come in the afternoon before evening.

“Ah, because of you anyway, Din! We are so late coming here,” Bejo said exasperatedly to Udin.

“Yes, Din! If you do not kebelet on the road earlier we must have reached it still bright,” said Openg.

Udin, the lazy one who was in the group only smiled slightly and scratched his own head. He knew that he himself caused his friends to arrive late.

“Sorry yes, friends,” said Udin.

Arriving at the campsite, Bejo, Udin, Openg, Marwan, and Popon hurriedly arranged a tent for them to spend the night. In addition, Bejo and Popon also make campfires to warm the body and light up around their campsite. Lush, silent, lots of wild plants, that's a brief overview around the campground where they stopped.

“Uhh, I was suddenly goosebumps, huh?” lamented Openg after setting up a tent with his friends.

“Halah! It's just your feeling, Peng, let's eat first,” said Popon with a sigh.

When dinner time arrived, Bejo, Marwan, Openg, and Popon began cooking instant noodles with fire from the stove they made.

“Lho, where's Udin?” popon asked his three friends. In fact, among the four of them there was no mention of Udin's whereabouts. They all shook their heads while enjoying their meals while waiting for Udin to return.

“Maybe he will come here, he is urinating in the river near here,” Bejo said as he chewed on the leftover food in his mouth.

Suddenly …

Sreek….

“Hey, who is it?!” exclaim Openg with a curious tone.

Bejo, Marwan, Popon, and Openg turned to look at the source of the strange sound. Suddenly, the fragrance of oil rose from behind the bush.

“Gosh! What kind of smell is this.” Spontaneously the four of them instantly closed their noses and were close to each other.

Then from the direction of the tent, a figure wrapped in white cloth came out of their tent. The figure jumped up and down and approached Bejo, Marwan, Popon, and Openg. Just contact the four of them directly hugged each other tightly by the fireplace.

“A... Forgive me, mbah! Don't disturb us,” great-grandson Marwan was frightened until his voice stammered. The others were still honing and praying for the figure to leave.

Huaoo!!!!

“Hmmm... hmmm.. please.” There was a muttering sound from behind the white cloth.

Oh my God, it was Udin! He was wrapped in his own white sleeping bag, so he could not walk and finally jumped up and down.

“Jeez, so you are Udin! Ah, you work to scare people!”  sahut Bejo who was shocked and astonished by the condition of Udin. Udin was helped to break away from the sleeping bag that wrapped itself.

Udin is now the months of his own friends because of his nosy, but also frightening behavior in a quiet night situation. “Heyy, why didn't you eat with all of us?” asked Openg to Udin anxiously.

“Heyy. I am after the river sleepy and want to go to sleep, uh it turns out I am bound by my own sleeping bag,” Udin said while holding his head.

“Hayoo... lest you make a sound in the bushes and spread the fragrance of the oil of the nettle right?” sahut Marwan with a question that leads to Udin.

“Oath friends, not me,” Udin increasingly confused to respond to the questions of his friends.

“But, instead of you also bringing perfume too, Din?” ask Popon suspiciously.

“My perfume is still tightly sealed and not made from oil!” answer Udin.

Lhooo's….

Spontaneously, the five friends were looking at each other right now. Surprisingly, the scent of the oil had disappeared and the rustling sound of the bushes was also over.

“Aaaahhhh ... tidaaaaaakkk!!!” Bejo, Marwan, Udin, Openg, and Popon packed their food and went straight into the tent. They were frightened until the tent was made chaotic because of the incident.

A Welcome

On a stormy night, Alfred visits the home of his best friend, Johnson. Johnson's home is quite large, as a family it is a well-known conglomerate family in the State of Virgina. Johnson could not wait to accompany Alfred who had a simple life.

Alfred hasn't seen Johnson since he left the military academy in North Carolina. For more than a year, Alfred did not meet his little friend. Alfred had promised Johnson a letter to visit his home after Alfred left and graduated from the military academy.

“Welcome Alfred my brother! Nice to meet you, let me drive you around my humble home,” welcome Johnson warmly but remain humble.

Alfred and Johnson went around a house similar to a palace. The house was bleak when there was no sign of life when as far as Alfred Johnson had a father, mother, two younger sisters, and many servants who could not be counted with both fingers. Surprisingly, there was no one Alfred met there other than Johnson.

“You want to eat or drink something, friend?” Johnson offered to present something to his old friend.

“I want the best of you, my brother,” Alfred said as he sat on the front sofa of Johnson's house.

“By pleasure,” respond Johnson.

Alfred then took the time to look at the photos that were displayed around Johnson's living room. He saw various writings and unusual images alias beyond reason. Photos of the Johnson family look outdated, and around it many written Latin like the language in the Bible.

And when you look at the Johnson family picture, the whole Johnson family face looks gloomy and sad. Alfred wondered at heart what was really going on. Plus, last time when he visited his little friend's house, they looked happy with a smile that blushed from the face of Johnson and his family.

Alfred turned and suddenly ….

“About looking at these photos?”

Johnson was standing right behind Alfred. Instantly Alfred was startled and his heart almost erupted from his body.

“Uhm. I'm just a little bit around,” Alfred said a little nervously.

Surprisingly, Johnson looked at Alfred with a flat gaze and facial expression. Even with his lips tend to pale add to Alfred's suspicion of his little friend.

“Johnson, you look pale, man. Are you feeling sick now?” ask Alfred worriedly.

Johnson with the same gaze and expression before only shook his head. Then, he invited Alfred to sip a cup of warm tea in his living room.

There was a strange thing when Alfred sipped tea served by Johnson. Very bitter, the type of taste that was soy sauce by Alfred when sipping tea served by his best friend. “Hey buddy, did you forget to put sugar in?”

“There is no sugar here,” Johnson simply replied in a flat tone. Alfred who was feeling uneasy sipped slowly the tea that Johnson made, it seemed like the tea was concocted from Asia. Surprisingly, Johnson also did not talk much when with Alfred –even barely ever.

The rain began to subside, Alfred told Johnson to return home. However, before returning home he invited Johnson to go to Nilles' shop, but Johnson refused to comply with Alfred's invitation.

Alfred still imagined the strangeness that hit him when visiting Johnson's house. It was not uncommon for his little friend to behave like that. Alfred also recounted the incident to Nilles, his friend at High School with Johnson.

“What? You stormy nights to Johnson's house?!” Nilles asked in a loud tone at his bar table.

“Iya, Nilles, I was also entertained and greeted by him,” Alfred said as he sipped a cup of drink.

“Gosh!” Then Nilles handed over a newspaper he kept. And in the headline the news is about the accident that Johnson's family had a month ago. And ironically, the whole family was killed, including Johnson.

“Oh... shit.”

Alfred and Nilles were both horrified. Who was with Alfred?

Night Horror Short story in Apartment

a boy named Zulkar. He lives with his father and mother in a shabby apartment on the edge of town. The condition of the apartment seems necessary for renovation. Some apartment dwellers are anxious because the city is crime-prone, but some do not care.

Zulkar's family lives on the first floor of the apartment. In this row, the condition of the apartment is most severe when compared to the upper floors. Doors were difficult to lock properly and some windows were broken a long time ago. Mirisnya, the Zulkar family has not repaired the damage in the slightest.

Unlike his parents, Zulkar often has trouble sleeping. The reason is the sounds from outside the apartment. He once begged to fix the door locks and the window panes. However, Zulkar's parents say that for now they don't have enough money to do so.

One night, Zulkar awoke to hear a strange scratch. With his eyes half closed, he spontaneously sat on the bed trying to sharpen his hearing. Even so Zulkar did not know the origin of this strange sound.

He decided to go to his parents' second room. Drowsiness and curiosity made him ignore the state of the dark hallway. Without knocking on the door, Zulkar directly barged in.

“Ma,” call it. “Ma, there are strange noises in the room. I can't sleep.”

His mother opened her eyes for a moment. “It looks like just a tree branch blown by the wind swiping the window glass,” he said as he closed his eyes again.

“But, Ma, near my room window there are no trees,” whine Zulkar.

His mother shook one hand with her eyes still closed. “Means there are rats. Already, go back to the room. Mama also wants to sleep again,” erangnya.

Zulkar was a little reluctant to return to the room, but in the end he complied. He tries to fight his sleepiness by sleeping. He had just fallen asleep, a scratching sound came back. This time it sounded louder than before. However, the boy tried to continue sleeping and ignored the strange scratching.

Zulkar suddenly felt pain in his back. It feels sharp and a little cold. Zulkar's reflex awakens and jumps out of bed. He ran back to his parents' room with fear and involuntarily cried. His back hurts more than an insect bite. Perhaps a more mature insect is crushed while he sleeps.

This time Zulkar woke up his father. “Pa,” call Zulkar. “Papa, my back bitten by something.”

Zulkar's father rubbed his eyes for a while and then got out of bed. He checked his son's back. He wondered if Zulkar's pajamas had been scratched a little. Once in the window it turns out there is a small puncture wound that still seeps a few drops of blood.

He immediately put on a serious face. His sleepiness suddenly disappeared. “This is not an animal bite, Son,” he said.

“If not insect, what is it?” ask Zulkar who is still curious.

The father just kept quiet. A few seconds later he immediately went to Zulkar's room. Just in case he picks up Zulkar's baseball bat who happens to still feel on the couch. Dad turned on the lights. Zulkar tailed behind his back.

When the bed is examined, a small hole is seen extending in the bed sheet. A little bed stuffing scattered there. Zulkar wanted to ask something but the tense look on his face disturbed his intentions.

“Umm …. What's up, Pa?” Zulkar finally ventured to ask, but he did not respond at all.

Zulkar's father then turned the mattress. He was horrified to see the view under the bed. Zulkar was also confused to see it. There was mud soiling the carpet and a long knife at the end of which was a speck of blood. Rushing Dad looked out the window that was difficult to lock. There were muddy footprints that looked new on the grass.

Now Zulkar's father realized the situation. There was someone who went into Zulkar's room through the window and hid under the bed. Likewise with the origin of the sound of scratches complained Zulkar earlier. It turned out that someone had just been lying under a bed, piercing a mattress, and trying to kill Zulkar!

Who am I Bonceng?

“Bye, Boy! Spirit of doing the task Mr. Yuli,”

“Good, Alfan! See you tomorrow in session two!”

The warmth was felt when Boy said goodbye to Alfan after night class. On Thursday Boy did have his only night class, even it being the first time for Boy to obtain a night class.

Boy is one of thousands of students studying at one of the famous state campuses in the capital city of Jakarta. Indeed, the campus has a large area, even when the morning until evening the campus is still crowded. But when after the night class, the crowd instantly turned with a gripping silence.

“Ah, jeez! Where's my motorcycle contact?!” Boy is confused looking for his motorcycle key. He always put it in his right pocket. “Hmm.. Maybe I left it in my locker,”

Boy was dazed when he left his motorcycle keys in his locker. He was forced to return to his locker in one of the college buildings on his campus. Quite a distance away from the motorcycle parking lot, through the gripping alleys.

The road that Boy passed seemed far away at night. His pace slowed down, for some reason probably because he was exhausted after a busy day.

“Ah, this is it I found.” Boy finally found his key in his own locker. Boy immediately decided to go home before the gate closed.

Huu..

There was a cry of a woman's voice heard by Boy as he was about to head to the parking lot earlier. He looked to the side of the corridor. No one was the source of the voice, but it continued. Boy's feeling was getting less and less wearing there.

“Kak... brother..”

Dag. dig…

There was a voice calling out to Boy from behind him. Instantly when the fur sat Boy immediately goosebumps, he then ventured to look back.

“Kak.. Can you take me home?” ask a student wearing a shabby alma mater suit.

There was a slight sigh of relief gushed from Boy's mouth, at least the one who called him earlier was not the ghost of the woman who lived in his campus. Maya, that's the name attached to that shabby alma mater suit.

“Halo.” Boy still responded nervously to the request of the shoulder-length black haired girl. Boy still thinks who he is, many questions are buried in Boy's mind about the girl.

“Please Maya, Brother.” The girl is hoping for help. Boy who felt his mother accepted his request and invited him to the parking lot.

Surprisingly, the girl's face looks pale and her hair looks shabby. Boy thinks Maya is not feeling well, Boy takes the initiative to take Maya to the nearest hospital.

“Will you go to the hospital near the campus? You don't look well,”

Maya just silently responded to the Boy's offer, strange to feel. They arrive at the motor park, Boy immediately turns on his motorcycle engine and starts walking to drive Maya.

“In the area of Tanah Kusir yes, sis..”

Boy also drove his motorbike according to Maya's request. When asked about the detailed address, Maya again did not press.

The quiet streets, the cold air pierced the bones, making the mood of Boy even more gripping. I don't know what he felt, as if there was no one behind him.

“Maya?”

Boy still called Maya's name, but there was no answer to his greeting. One breath was not heard by Boy while driving. Until Boy realized something …

“Whoaa!!” Boy was shocked when he was in the middle of a public funeral. Maya was not behind him, then who was in the bonceng Boy from campus

Bloody Letter

After the death of her sister, Martha seemed unable to let go of her brother so quickly. The accident that must take the life of her beloved sister leaves behind a last written letter, from Jeane to Martha.

“Martha, remember that I always love you, whenever and wherever,”

It was a glimpse of the word Jeane made for Martha. The letter was written the day before Jeane was in a bus accident with a group of school friends.

“Already Martha, Jeane your sister is calm in nature there,” said Martha's mother in front of Jeane's pusara. Martha just cried in front of her sister's belly button while holding the last letter from her brother.

Martha and her mother returned home. Martha who was still hit went straight into the room and laid her body on the bed. He still has no power to hold back tears and can't believe the brother he truly loves has left him for good.

“Sister, sister,” Martha can only whine while looking at her picture with Jeane during summer break. Without realizing it, Martha fell asleep in a solution of sadness and deep loss.

Dak. dak…

Martha awoke to the sound of a bump in the attic above her room. Martha realized that she woke up in a quiet, cold, dark night. He also kept a letter from his brother.

Martha began to climb the stairs to the attic, with a million yearnings for her sister. He stepped up as if attracted by the longing in his heart.

“Martha... Martha.

“Sister, is that you? No, no, Brother is gone,” muttered Martha who was still in half consciousness.  A familiar voice for Martha, but she still could not believe it.

When Martha reached the attic of her house, a warm liquid flowed from the letter she was holding. Martha saw the strangeness, and it turned out that the letter was bleeding, fresh blood and warm red!

“Iya Martha, I'm in front of you!”

Martha's gaze was suddenly diverted to the end of the attic. There was a woman in a white dress with blood all over her dress. Pale-faced with dry blonde hair, a handful of withered flower bouquets he also carried. A stranger and deeply missed by Martha.

“Martha, do you remember me?”