Blueberries II

Vibration curse.

One day, one night, in my room, quiet, among his sinister wolf roars, Sadako screams, and rain whistles which old people used to say, it was time that the Kunti lanak loved, I contemplated myself imagining the semblance of each of these ghosts.

Just wondering in my mind..

"To the type of ghost can be a lot of that, yes. macem-macem anyway"

God is fair, he created man as the most perfect creature, then Man created various types of ghosts according to his respective criteria, creative right?

Getting late with the world of haunting, I unknowingly began to fall into it, and began to imagine the characters of each ghost.

WEWE CLADDING,

Jurig in Indonesian, actually I do not know for sure about the definition of the real Wewe Kelong.

As far as I can see, from the time I was small to as big as a gini elephant, whose name Kelong Wewe is a ghost with its T-eTe sized XXXXXXXL..Guedee. Little Temen we said, Wewe Kelong likes to kidnap small children and in carrying his big and long T-eTe.

How did he not give it?? Au ahhh dark.

So, if there will be a girl who**nya big continue to like the seductive husband of the viewers by showing off her T-eTe. Call aja KELONG WEWE Hahaha. I'm sure, in gorok lu ntar.

Another thing with SUNDEL BOLONG this ghost gives its own taste from the first time I saw on tv.

Loh kok had those four things that ngbolongin body, where the hole is really big again, salut deh make sundel bolong. What else is the same sundel bolong that is on tv in the same role Susana, this my favorite ghost..

with his proficiency said Not wholesale your crackers. I feel his sundel bolong character dapet very rowdy... I used to fit a little again fun talking ghosts are the same my childhood friends who now face the same added look like a ghost, the conclusion that I get from the sundel hole, the conclusion that I dapet, the, it is the kuntilanak who has given birth, not on the right path, as a result.. So her stomach. Eh yes one more, when I was a child I think the results of the cesarean section became rich in sundel bolong, eating his we were afraid to fit in with nengokin aunt we who had finished cesarean surgery, and then, males met with Sundel bolong.

After I imagined one by one ghost, we imagined how if it would be a ghost came to me because I did not accept the same behavior I had been thinking about and negosipin them as I liked, because I did not accept the same behavior I had, with each one carrying a knife in his hand and plugged it all into my body, then made me a new species in his world and gave my name Jurig a thousand piso

it's not funny..

Over time we have goosebumps like someone is watching us from behind.

Wewe kelong behind me. And the ghost that gave a big taste of sundel bolong suddenly was in front of me, Tidaaaaaaaaaaazkkkkkkkk....

Instantly we immediately slammed into the mattress drowning my face ka pillow cover the whole body with a blanket while stroking the stomach we are getting distended, hoping the ghosts will leave immediately.

Oh Allah, I know my fear is not going to be.

haunting the ghosts. I read the verse of the chair, the prayers that I used to hafalin when we were in the madrasah, from the Ama juz to the meal prayer I read all, hadeh.hadeh. I began to feel something strange in my surroundings, suddenly becoming quiet, sultry, hot..

Again I ventured again to open my eyes, this time with great guts, bismillah... Turns out

room we dark friends. lights off apparently, haduhh...

I look at the wall clock, I don't look at it. Thank God I don't know what time it is. I closed my eyes again and prayed before bed, for a lifetime since I had my own room, just this time I read a bedtime prayer before going to bed, just closed my eyes cake..

Aaaggggghhh. Again the damn ghost filled my mind space, which originally gu-ob-lokkk became increasingly gu-ob-lokk. I was in contact with myself, I was in contact with myself,

"Not rational, Pin.it's not just a myth!!"

"Indeed, but I'm scared"

"Pe-A lo.."

"God!!"

"Udah deh. don't make your brain eat not functional"

Grekk.. Suddenly my bed suddenly shook, I could not think rationally anymore, vibrating continuously vibrating.

"Well.., you said it's irrational, just a myth.. keep going..??"

"That's just your feeling"

My mattress then diem, not vibrate anymore, hopefully it's really just my feeling. I also tried to go back to sleep.

Greekk.. greek.. Yes Alloh What wrong...

I can't keep going, I have to be brave, finally I try to approach the source of the vibration, like something moving, black, small, and when I dare to touch it, turns out it was my phone that got an incoming call from Hamka.

"Hello baby.. You haven't slept yet?"

"Not yet.what is it?"

"I can't go home, Mangata (our son) wants to stay at mom's house". Her speech.

Aseeem bet. -\_-.