do not read alone

do not read alone
THE SIXTH SENSE



Min my name is Taufik Akbar Wibowo I want to share a story, this story is actually experienced by my friend who has a sixth sense, this story is, we were so familiar so I often asked him about his advantages.


At that time I asked him about his first experience of strange squirming - strange that. So he said it was fitting he was 4th grade Elementary he heard the sound of giggling kuntilanak like that in front of his grandmother's house in the village , kept him curious and curious also , his name is also a small child curiosity is very high, he kept telling me the figure of kuntilanak was sitting on a tree trunk in front of his grandmother's house, his grandmother, his face did not look clear because it was covered with long hair, kept his legs wiggled that way, right then and there his grandmother came to hold nanyain why "would the nights still be outside ?" my friend told me about it the same with her grandmother, and her grandmother said that when her grandmother was young, she was there and was a waiter there, keep his grandmother saying maybe tuh kunti want my friend's acquaintance.


Keep this another story so that time he went to school really fast because indeed he was again picket cleanliness class, continues when he got to school, the school is obviously still quiet and he went to the toilet first to pee he said, and just as he wanted to go to the toilet there was a shadow that quickly passed in front of him , ' he said , because of the shock in directly aja undo his intention to the toilet, he chose the picket so that our class will be on the second floor, he continued to climb the stairs one by one and heard the sound of "suffering.. dakkk" the sound of his shoes splitting the silence that morning, his heart shrouded in fear kept on stepping and as he reached the front of the lab. the computer suddenly miraculously dozens of computers in the room turned on everything was in shock, then he ventured to peek inside through the open window and saw a white figure with its distinctive wrap (pocong ) in the dark and silent corner of the room the figure looked at him and was ready his body shivered and sweated as it turned out that the figure did not have a flat alias face, and the shroud he wore was shabby and gave off an odor that made him vomit instantly , and at that moment also passed our school guard and at that moment also miraculously computer2 died and he no longer saw the figure of the pocong. Then he narrated the incident to the school guard and the school guard just smiled.