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CAFE ACROSS FROM CHINESE GRAVE

the story of my friend he did not want to be called his name . .

This real Horror story is my experience that has happened long enough. Started on Friday afternoon after college. Coincidentally on that day there was one of my friends who had a birthday *hore! So the plan was to treat our friends to eat in his small cafe. The five of us immediately went to the CTF which was quite far away.

After arriving, we also took a sitting position each, at that time I chose to sit on the inside with a position facing the road, meanwhile Anwar (who was then on his birthday) was presenting our order. I who was sitting in a position facing the road was immediately surprised when I realized that what I saw at the end of the road was, “Hah? Cemetery?”.

My moment of lyric watches, time shows it's 21:21 p.m. Inwardly said, “Ah is fine, once home a little night, pretty dapet free food.”

After our food was served, we did not think long we immediately devoured it with great enthusiasm. While eating the food, I occasionally glanced at the sebrang grave in front of me, and on one occasion suddenly saw a woman swinging her hands like she was calling at me, with all white clothes and white face, I immediately turned to look at my friend.

“Perhaps, that woman is calling my friend to order a drink”, I murmured inwardly.

After that, I continued my eating there. While eating, my mind was still imagined with the figure of the woman earlier, curious cuy. I kept trying the lyrics back to where the woman was standing,*wow! And it turned out that the woman was still standing there, not moving and still continuing to swing her hands towards us like calling.

To my amazement I muttered, “Ngapain yes he called me? Feeling of not knowing deh”.

Not long ago, suddenly the woman's hand extended until it was really close to my head, I was shocked, had not had time to shout, very quickly her fingers like touching my ears. Then I woke up from sleep, but strangely I was in the hospital bed, with all my friends and family standing around me.

I wonder to everyone, “What's wrong with me? Me where? What happened?”.

I tried to raise my voice, but all of a sudden everyone there changed, turned into a woman wearing all-white clothes with a pale face and as I saw while eating in the cafe in front of the Chinese cemetery.

The figure of the woman continued to grow, they all surrounded me. My tongue and body are stiff, unable to move. Sayup-sayup sounded sobbing my mother and I realized. It turned out that I had fainted, beside my bed. There were my father, mother and other friends, they looked happy to see me awake.

When I glanced at my watch, it was already dawn. A little later a nurse came in and told me that my condition was fine and that I could go home. When I told the story to other friends, they laughed at me like a joke.

“As for you, we thought your high blood was crushed until fainting after eating. That's why we immediately take it to hospital”.

I just smiled at it while trying to recall the incident. And just remembered that it was kliwon Friday night!

However, I was relieved because at that time did not obey the call of the woman, because the local complex security guard (the indigo) said that indeed the ghost of the Chinese woman had a negative aura, even it is said that he who was provoked by his call then it can be ascertained he will not return, if lucky will be found in the cemetery of China with a long time.

The security guard also claimed to often get tempted while standing guard in the Chinese cemetery when he can shift night.

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