GHOST FACES

1. Mysterious Man

In people's eyes I look normal and natural. Actuallyno. I'm not just a normal kid. My childhood was like any other kid playing and joking. I have my own space that no other children have. Every time I go home from school, I prefer to be in my very narrow room measuring 2 x 2.5 m, because I can tell a story with an invisible friend, only I can hear his voice. I never saw his form I just heard his voice chiming in all my questions all my words.

My friend is the same age as me, if I want to see him before I go to sleep I have to imagine him or ask him to come in my dreams and if I have met him I have to ask him for help or ask him for anything.

Before going to bed I expect it to come in a dream, in my dream I met the same girl as me very similar and we wore the same clothes we were like a betel in two very exact twins and I felt she was me I just asked her for help to help when repeated and true every repetition there are always whispers that give me answers to questions given by the teacher does not mean me or dishonest yes, for me I just want to prove what my father said is true. After that I never again asked him for help to help me in the replay until I went to High School, but he always comes when I repeat and always gives me directions when I get lost on the road or if I get into trouble.

I live in a village where every teenager belongs to the youth organization of the mosque.  That night we had a meeting and unknowingly the time had shown at 12 pm that no one was driving me home while for my house had to pass through a fairly long cemetery.  Together with my friend only two from a distance after coming out of the mosque gate a few meters from him we saw a human figure walking towards us and he was in front of the grave complex with a shadow that it was dark because it was so night and my friend said,

“Udah do not be afraid, there are people there you will have to accompany”.

My friend's house before the grave and he'll turn right towards his house while I have to go straight and pass the cemetery complex to my house.

“Yes there are people, I am not afraid”, I replied

My friend turned to his house, and I continued my steps. When we got to the place where we saw him, I was nobody. There is a very large black stone and until now still there. The black stone was located right in front of the entrance of the graveyard ground complex.

For I myself only say in my heart. “Nobody then who was walking towards us”, I whispered in my heart.

And strangely not long ago, there was a person riding a bicycle beside me he asked “Mau where Mbak ?”

“I want to go home”, I replied.

“Self?”, ask again.

“Iya there was a friend, only he had gone home, there was also someone just did not look”, I replied.

“aku accompany yes,” said.

On the way I asked him where and where he was going. He also wants to go home. I really don't think anyone comes home at 12 p.m.

Arriving at the front of the house, I thanked him and when I looked up and wanted to see him, there was no one there he should keep walking straight through the house. In a hurry I entered the house and went straight to the room.Maybe they were indeed sent to accompany me home.

Every night I never miss tahajud prayers. I like to carry water in a bucket for ablution in the room so I can keep praying tahajud. I'm afraid of ghosts. Every time I want to wudhu my hair always stands, like many shadows that follow me, from the female, to the male. I'm just a kid who wants to pray tahajud. Because if I don't pray tahajud I will feel very sad.

It was so cold that I forgot to bring water into the room. The door to the room I locked tightly. I lay and fell asleep in my contest that only fit one body. Samar I heard a man calling me,

“Build..sholat!”, said.

Half closed, I saw the black shadow of a man as tall as my father and his voice as well as the voice of the father.

“Iya..”, I replied.

It turned out that I fell asleep again and woke up at dawn with the door still locked.

“Who went into the room?, if father, why is the door still locked?”, I asked in my heart.

In the morning when I go to school, I ask my dad.

“Sovernight you went into my room huh?”

“Engga...”, replied gaffer. “What's to your room?” ask again.

“Someone woke me up, his voice and body were like father,” I replied.

“Kal” room waiter, replied the father again.

Quietly I remembered when I had just occupied the house, mama called her brother who said he could see subtle creatures. He wandered around the house carrying a mangosteen filled with water and flowers. He found several rooms inhabited by fine creatures. Strange also see it as embracing people, talking to themselves, taking out one by one from the room. He only ordered if anyone prayed, meaning they. Not annoying, just praying. My youngest sister had seen a praying woman wearing a mukena and because she thought it was me, she continued her sleep, after she finished praying, sister got out of bed and saw me in the kitchen.

“Terus..., who was praying in whose room?”, he asked with a pale face.