Corpse

Gharib Doors (3)

The air tonight was so hot that the clothes I was wearing were soaked with sweat flooding in. Soon I changed my clothes and put them in a dirty bucket in the bathroom. Maya and Mita seem to have fallen asleep too, no cell phone sounds heard.

The clock on the wall shows at 23:00 but still these two eyes can not be clenched. The door to my room opened so that there was air coming in and the room was cool. I tried to fall asleep by closing my eyes but what the power of "them" who had been going back and forth from the back door to the front door and out - in my room made it harder to sleep. The sound of their footprints is so clear especially when rubbing against a plastic carpet.

Sreb ... Sreb ...

Even after the Maghrib prayer, I had read the yasin for this house but they showed their existence as if saying "You have no right to expel me, I am the occupant of this house as long as it is not lived". Not only did I read Yasin's letter but my two children were told to read in their own rooms. However, Satan will disturb humans even in a state of sleep.

At the end of the day, I sleep and dream. Dream about this house and enter a different dimension. This house is so dark filled with vines and hanging. A ray of light could only penetrate a little, giving me vision of all corners of the room. I saw a lot of people going back and forth to the room next to the back door.

"Astaghfirullah, Mita's room!" my cry in my heart

Yeah, correct. Mita's room was previously only a room that was directly open with a kitchen but was blocked by a triplex by the homeowner into a room. I went into the room to find out where they were going. Of course, just as I saw in the real world, the moldy walls formed a small, shapeless door that was exactly the same as what I saw in them. I slowly approached until my hand touched the wall.

"*Huh, translucent?" ask in my heart

"What is this connecting door between* ..." .

I haven't had a second thought that suddenly a grandmother with shabby hair appeared showing an unhappy face to me. He was angry at me for what I did and he warned me one thing "Don't block this entrance in the real world". I admit Mita did put a fan right in front of that wall. After all why he has the right to organize and threaten me. He knew that the world had its way.

It seemed like the grandmother knew the contents in my mind at this moment. Her eyes that were livid turned glaring out were a sinister red color. That instant the grandmother immediately strangled me with one hand sticking her nails into my arm. As much as possible I tried to release his hand while reciting the verse of the chair. Maybe I was delirious because when I realized my hand was still on my neck. The sound of the morning adhan echoing managed to wake me up. Still with breathless breath I got up and sat down. A dream that seemed to happen, even my arms turn blue.

I got out of bed to pray at dawn. Don't forget I woke Maya and Mita. When I opened the door to Mita's room, I remembered my dream last night. It was recorded clearly every inch of the incident. I slapped Mita's hand, shaking her body to wake up.

"Come, pray first. His sleep will continue." I continued to pull both hands Mita. My body that is not much different from Mita is very heavy to pull it.

Behind the curtains uncovered the fan stood the figure of a grandmother outside the glass window. He looked at me coldly as in a dream. We stared at each other until I was surprised by Mita.

"Mother, have you prayed?" mita's words surprised me. I held repeatedly in my heart.

"Mom saw what the hell from earlier? Mita was ablution but mother still stood silently looking at the window."

I turned around to see Mita.

"Murghh."

The figure stood behind Mita and showed her face that turned sinister.

"Yes Allah ... Azaghfirullah." I held onto my chest which was currently pounding fast.

"Mother, why?" Mita held my hand

"It's okay. I just remember not praying at dawn." I ran into the kitchen without seeing Mita's face.