COST HAUNTED I

CHAPTER III

After we stayed, and we were surprised by knocking back at our door, we stayed calm so we could stay in the house.

We always think and read each other, and we hear in the living room like a child picking up a bike.

and we are all getting stronger and more convinced that this house has all the heartbreaking tragedies, we want it to feel like going out but half-heartedly afraid to see something scary.

until the atmosphere was quiet and we felt asleep and we woke up all in jama one night, and we were shocked to see the toilet door in this room was open for 1 minute.

then we tried not to pay attention to whether he knew the wind, because in the toilet he did not eat the ceiling, the wind could go into the toilet.

the morning felt a long atmosphere of silence but like gripping, before all the lights we have turned on, but why is it still like this too.

then we listened as if someone was doing activities in the tv room, we also strengthened ourselves to be together out looking.

after that there was no one and we felt calm that night and we went to sleep well and happy to welcome the morning service.

Strange happened when Mr. Rt asked the first night he passed this house like there was a jog like there was a party, we also felt astonished and confused.

all night we were in the room.

on the night of tomorrow, sir rt also found grandma was sitting sweetly in front of our door and then rt sir greeted the grandmother even though on the second night we were in the rented friend not far from there.

the rt sir thought it was our family and rt sir****** story and chat with the grandmother.

H-2 towards us to finish the service, contracted none but the house was like someone cooking a bath and like there was activity heard by the residents, even though we were busy completing all the tasks that had not been completed.

arrive last night at the house we ran all because the grandmother slept with us until we felt like we were five kok six kadi. night coincided at 3 pm. we are being deeply shocked because the grandmother slept in the middle of our crowd.none of the residents who woke up, the possibility of the condition of the house is quite far away.

then we were willing to wait for the morning outside the house, the morning felt long silent night and the dinginya made all of us like cold as a displaced person.

the pain of mixed heart makes fatigue face it.

iwanpun desperate to enter the house.the four of us followed the iwan, but after we entered the door was immediately locked, and even heavier the lights were off.

that's where we were shown the activities of the grandmother.

we saw the grandmother playing with her granddaughter while cheering and pushing the little boy's wagon, as soon as the grandmother made her granddaughter fall and she was scolded by her child.

the grandson is not why why just hit a little.

but the grandmother was hit hard and left behind by her son, the grandmother felt sad and regretful about what happened just now.

the grandmother felt lonely and cried in silence, it was there that she decided to end her life.

But I see as we see that his house is not like the house we meet today, but his house like a traditional house that is old.

it turns out that the place has a mystical story that is very terrible, not only our contract but the complex is also a very scary place and there has been a rape murder in the past. no one lives there and is quiet in silence.

We all welcome happy home, again the key to the motorbike of one of our friends is lost suddenly, outside the contract of rain is very heavy.we resigned and restless . every accident and place we've been looking for.

there is no way the key is lost when my friend the yogi put it in a table bag with my key.

want to feel the motor push back but the handlebar is locked and can not be opened.

the afternoon was getting late in time to aim for the hour before the rain magrib was not stopping to subside.we could only resign and do a so we could get out of the house.

we continue to search and search and dismantle the bag of clothes that we have packed neatly to find the key.we are getting panicked and getting bored with the there and there.

my friend continued to recite remembrance because his body was exhausted almost 1 week can not sleep well yes lack of sleep that's how it is, the night we are always in terror plus a dedline task.

adzan Isya also began to sound our anxiety getting worse plus the stomach that has not been filled and food reserves were not there, because we were just staying home and could eat on the road.

unfortunate indeed, the key to the yogi motorbike we never found the lights back extinguished our sense of stress higher than before, instead we have to go back tonight and go straight to campus tomorrow morning for a revision of the assignment. the distance of the city where we live from here is about 320 KM so more or less we need to go home 2-3 hours to arrive home.

but what we did, it was impossible to leave the yogi alone in the house what else was his motor locked with his handlebar as well.

the rain did not go shady, we remained focused on finding the key of the bike, a sense of relaxation is quite large in the body, and, our thoughts we all have to return here overnight and tomorrow morning we lift the same bike.

but what is the power of disappointment tired of longing for parents does not make our spirit become broken.

every corner of the room carpet chair bed friends we have turned over with all, so we can find the key of the motor.

after everything we dismantled again and we re-glazed clothes that had collapsed because we were looking for a key.

And I began to break the atmosphere so that everything was no longer tegan and I turned on the dangdut music while I sang inul dasarista so that all my friends to the seizure of keja g seizure friends saw my expression at night that's.

Not to be outdone and iwan also sang while dancing a broken rocking on his waist made us all feel hapy and okta his duty went to buy cigars out along with snacks to prop up the stomach we have g already rummaged.

we enjoyed the night with excitement.

next to the fireplace, the owner of the house said that before we died, the house had to tidy up the house.

what can we do with pleasure to clean it so that there is kegiata and not boring in the house.

the day hit 11 pm happy while burning cigars we still clean it back while stabbing coffee in the guest's room.

because we were afraid to enter the room and back room, we even told the house a horror story that happened elsewhere at that time.

without us thinking about the horror that this house will befall us. stupidhhh amatttttyt that matters today tonightiii we hapyyyyy said the ridu