Festive Collection
EPS 69'S. MYSTERY GHOST WINDOW CLASS
deserted. No other student has gone to school besides him. The clock sounds are loud. He looked back.
“Hah, it was only half six in the morning, thankfully it can still picket so as not to be punished like yesterday,” murmured.
Riska is a lazy student. It has repeatedly arrived late and repeatedly also not picket. Yesterday he was punished by the teacher of BK and promised that he would leave at the earliest and picket.
Actually he was afraid. The class looked dark. Not a single light was on. With a quick step, he headed for the light switch next to the blackboard. His index finger pressed the button. Suddenly he heard something. His head turned to the source of the voice.
From the back corner of the class, an object like a black cloth came out of the window after the lights were on. And then the window closes by itself. Riska's eyes stared intently at the window. He thought about what had just come out of the window.
“What is a ghost?”. Riska is starting to get scared. Cold sweat came out of his body. His mind could not imagine anything. Finally he ran out of the class with irregular steps.
“What is Ris?, as if you were scared,” asked Nisa to her best friend who was standing limp in the schoolyard.
“I've just seen the ghost of Nis,” Riska said to Nisa.
“Don't lie to you Ris,” Nisa smiled. He did not believe Riska's words. For him Riska was just joking.
“Yes, the ghost came out of our class after I turned on the light, the body is black and the movement is fast,” Riska replied seriously. His hand held Nisa's hand. Nisa's facial expression changed as Nisa's hands felt cold sweat from Riska's hands.
“Then we wait for friends to enter the class together,” Nisa said in a slow tone.
“You do not tell friends!”, Riska said. Nisa only nodded a few times.
The two friends waited until seven in the morning to enter class. After the class was crowded, there was no more frightening things. Riska and Nisa looked relieved. They started to forget the story this morning and follow the learning as usual.
The next day, Riska leaves for school with Nisa. They arrived at school at half-time in the morning. When they got to class, their friends were busy telling stories. Turns out she's Dinda, my friend Riska. Out of curiosity Riska and Nisa join forces to listen to the story.
“I didn't believe it at first, but han..,” Dinda's voice stopped because Riska also wanted to talk.
“Don't what did you tell me about ghosts?” said Riska with a very trusting face.
“Kok you know Ris?”.
“Iya, surely you come the morning for the class picket right,” replied Riska.
All the students in the class were silent. Some students laughed. Especially the male students.
“Continue your story Din! let others not believe,” asked Nisa while approaching Dinda. Nisa's getting curious.
“Begini, last time I wanted to take a broom for the picket, suddenly the broom moved itself, but I had not held it, I goosebumps and immediately ran bluish,” explained Dinda at length. Dinda is convinced of the existence of ghosts in their class. There was no wind that moved the broom at that time.
“What in our class there is a ghost?”. Riska looked at Dinda closely. And Dinda looked at him blankly.
“Yeah, the class is dirty, nothing picket today?” the voice of Bu Leni, their math teacher sounded very loud. He was angry because he saw a lot of rubbish. All the students were silent. Bu Leni walked over to approach their bench.
“Bu, Dinda and Riska don't want pickets,” said Iza the class leader. He looked at Dinda and Riska who were looking down on their bench.
“Besok Riska and Dinda are pickets, others are not necessary, You two should come early,”.
“But ma'am,” Riska pleaded but Bu Leni did not answer. Riska was getting down from sadness. Dinda holds Riska's shoulder.
“Lettle Ris, there's me and Nisa,” said Dinda calming Riska. The feeling of risk blends between sadness and fear. He cannot do more, for punishment is punishment.
The next day, the three of them left for school at six in the morning. The sky was overcast, the darkness in the classroom was growing. They were scared and joined each other. Their classes are quite broad. Hence Riska split the task, she swept the eastern floor of the room, Nisa in the middle, and Dinda west. Slowly they took a broom and started cleaning the class.
“What sound is it?” muttered Dinda shocked. Dinda was startled by a strange sound from behind her like the sound of an object being thrown. He looked towards that thing.
“You threw this plastic behind me?” dinda asked a little annoyed. Then he took the plastic trash behind him.
“No, I'm here,” Riska replied.
“Hantu Kali,” said Nisa then swallowed her saliva.
“So I heard the sound of this plastic trash from that window,” Dinda's voice became hoarse. The fine hairs on his body seemed to stand up.
“Yesterday I also saw something from that window,” Riska said quickly. He pulled his two friends and took them away. They ran away screaming for help. Again they failed the picket because of the ghost in the window.
After returning to class. Riska complained about it to Ms. Leni. Ms. Leni smiled at him.
“You know why that ghost scares you?” replied Ms. Leni casually.
“The ghosts that inhabit your class love cleanliness. He'll be mad if this class gets dirty. That's why you have to keep the class clean so that he doesn't disturb you,”.
“True to bu?” tanya Iza astonished.
“Iya,” replied Bu Leni seriously.
“Friends starting today we have to maintain the cleanliness of the class, all must be pickets, so that we are not disturbed,” Iza said firmly. Actually Iza did not believe, but because this was the teacher's order, then he believed.
All the disciples agreed with Iza's orders. They carry out pickets diligently. Every day all students are required to leave in the morning for the picket together.
Since that incident, the 5th class sd Tunas Bangsa has always looked clean. It turns out that Bu Leni's words are true. None of them are afraid of ghosts. Even the class became very neat. Even so, there are also students who argue that Bu Leni only scares students to want a picket.
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