GHOST FACES
3.Terror
First set foot in this school, only the letter L-shaped school. The school is surrounded by rice fields, and I think the land is a former swamp.
Magical Eve was so strong, the shadows flashed, as if welcoming me. A very dirty school, the place they liked the most, the unsuitable creatures.
This afternoon I finished my work correcting student assignments. The clock shows the number 5 in the afternoon. I was alone in the teacher's office, the school guard came home early and would be back at half-six. I heard the voice of a woman singing the sunda song. "Don't bother me. I'm just working" I said in my heart.
Braakk. I stopped for a moment from my job. Slender....
Braakk. There was no wind blowing, I turned my head back, making sure the sound came. Silent.
"Don't bother," I said.
The school guards came shortly. "Sorry mom..., I just came, mom was alone from earlier?", he asked.
"Yes," I replied. I slowly got up towards the toilet, ascertaining whether the toilet door was open or closed because twice the sound of the door slamming came from the toilet. Tightly sealed. Still do not believe in my eyes, I make sure by holding the doorknob. Right, closed.
To convince my heart, I opened the toilet door.
A figure leaning against the wall of the toilet, an old woman was motionless. Uncombed hair dangling long, rich and stylish. I tried to calm myself down. Suddenly the grandmother raised her head, looking at me with a grin. My heart's getting tighter, my legs can't move. Silence is nailed to the toilet door.
"Mom...Mother..,"the clap on my shoulder surprised me. "Mother why..., why dumb at the door...?" the school guard question returned my blood flow to wake up.
"It's okay, I go home first huh..," I replied hurriedly tidying up the papers and putting them in the bag. Maghrib approaching, the voice of the canticle was still heard clearly accompanying my step leaving school.
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"Our student yesterday was in an accident..," one of the teacher's friends broke the silence of a lonely morning in the teacher's office. "Who's mom...?" ask another teacher.
"Siswi ips, haduuuhh. Horrible.., reportedly he was still alive when the accident occurred, but just got up from the fall, suddenly the sand truck and angkot hit him." he explained.
"Tolooong buu. Behind him two students carrying the body of a student who screamed and howled, with unclear speech.
"Let it lie there!" said BP's teacher.
Me and the BP teacher approached the student. Suddenly she screamed while holding her head, "Sakiit..sakiiit buuu,,, buuu..I have a lot of blood.." while crying the student kept holding her head.
"Whose name are you?", I asked
"Ira buu,", he answered, stunned both of us. Ira is a schoolgirl who had an accident yesterday and died on the spot.
Can't believe it, I asked again. "Why does your head hurt...?"
"Trumped truck land buu...sakiiiii.t truck land and angkot buu..they are evil buu, they hit me ..I was wrong what buu, why I was hit..."he replied with tears not stopping to flow.
"We'd better call a religious teacher" I said. "Gerrie, if this is mah,".taught my hair.
Soon the teacher came.After the water of prayer, this possessed schoolgirl no longer cried.
"This is not Ira, this is the vacant house waiting for yesterday's accident" said the religious teacher.
We're relieved. May you rest in nature there, son, my prayers are in your heart.
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Trance occurs again, almost every day this schoolgirl is always possessed. Once, because too many were possessed, eventually students were sent home early.
"I have no place to live buu..", said the student, crying sob, "Why?...", I asked
"The lights were thrown away" he answered
"Buy me again, new closet..," I replied lightly
"My house is covered by ma'am, I live in a closet.who had a house yesterday threw away his closet, so I empathized with the body of this child," he said while crying a mouthful.
I can only be silent, meaning I am not talking to people but to other beings.
"Yaudah, this school is broad, you live here, you control the body of the people you occupy," I said.
"Thank you, ma'am" he answered. Slowly his body weakened, and his eyes closed. I slowly asked, "Neng, it's been lightening..?". He just nodded weakly.
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The morning was still foggy, the school bell rang, I rushed to the classroom, almost I hit him, a figure stood in front of the class, staring at the students who arrived with a smile.
"Liat neng school boy?", I asked.
He nodded with a smile. Her pale face looked happy.
His new home, school.
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"It's not a school, it's our home" explained one man wearing a sunda shirt and headband. His gaze blankly stared at the three classrooms in front of me, lined up in green.
"You can see it" he said again
The three classrooms were turned into whitewashed stage houses. A white horse tied to a wooden stake.
"Don't mess up our house," his voice sounded bitter.
This class is indeed the students are less clean. Last year when I was teaching in these three classrooms, I always invited students to clean up the classroom environment and the classroom should always be clean, but this year the trash is left in the classroom, especially outside the classroom. Students always throw garbage through the window.
"We're not interrupting, but please clean our house" he said.
"Let's go inside" he said as he walked toward the stilt house. I followed her steps from behind.
Slowly kunaiki stairs made of wood, very slippery and shiny, the sign of the owner of the house is very clean. He took me down the terrace, around his house. In some rooms, girls and women were dressed just by wrapping a cloth to the chest. They were joking and seemed oblivious to my presence.
The man stopped his steps in front of the flower-carved door. He slowly pushed the door, as if he did not want to disturb the occupants of the room. The spacious walled and wooden floor space is very artistic. All the walls are white. The window curtains look very soft white, the wind makes it fly into the room space arranged in ancient Dutch times. A woman stood by the window, dressed in a noni Dutch dress in a white dress. His hair was allowed to break free past his back. His face did not look like a Dutch noni. Is she a Nyai (a term for a woman who is kept by a Dutch man) ?
I'm still waiting. The man walked over to the woman, walking very slowly as if he did not want to disturb the tranquility of the room.
"We have arrived" he said.
The woman turned her head, looked at the man who was standing with his head staring at the floor and his body slightly bent. "You brought him.?" he asked. The man is hooked.
Suddenly the woman turned her face towards me. Sharp, cold pierced, as if there was anger she wanted to spill on me. He seemed to want to tear me apart.
I looked back at him. Slowly her eyes turned friendly, she looked at me gently.
"Please help us, please tell your students, to all the people in this school not to dirty our house, we are very disturbed," his voice sounded hoarse.
"Don't blame us, if we ask for the growth of this school student, to accompany us here.....
Their shadows disappeared, houses, horses, turned into classrooms again. My gaze was still dark, slowly voices calling out to me, getting closer, and clearer.
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"Assalamualaikum, ." a female student stood at the door of my study.
"Greetings, I answered. "What's up?", I asked.
"Buu..class smells of carrion.." he said.
"It's been cleaned, until we buy the perfume of the room, but the smell of the carcass does not disappear as well, it's been two days ma'am" he explained.
"Seek mamang (call for the guard at our school) to check, there might be a dead mouse on the roof, behind the classroom, or maybe the smell of canteen garbage" I replied.
"Well ma'am, I'll find you first" he replied.
After the students left. A body was seen standing at the door. A girl barefoot, wearing a white shirt that had turned brown. The smell of the carcass is so stinging. My eyes opened, seeing his whole body and face filled with rotting wounds. His skin is blackened.
"Who are you?" my many.
"I just went through the front of the child class that was here, that was our way, every time we went and went home through the class. We're not interrupting," he explained, looking down. Maybe it was shame because his face was full of wounds. His black hair was allowed to cover part of his face.
The smell is getting stinging. Blood drops are beginning to show.
"Why are you dead?" I asked.
"Accident..., I died in an accident, my wound was not healed.., this wound was left to rot..".", there was a sobbing sound.
Questions filled my mind, what accident to make wounds like ulcers all over the body and face. He turned his body around, like he was leaving,
"Wait a minute..., you can not pass the class again, can find another way?", I asked.
He did not answer, and disappeared. Leaving behind the stench of the carcass that slowly disappeared.
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"How...there are no questions?", ask me to the students finished explaining the material.
"Not yet Ma.
"Okay, I repeat again" I replied as I stepped towards the white board.
Suddenly the smell of the carcass was smelled again, very stinging. the children immediately covered his nose with their hands. "Fuck you, the smell of the carcass of his class," said one student.
Hoeeekkk. Spits non-stop.
It smells from my left. I turn my head to the left. The girl's face full of injuries grinned.
"Don't go through here again.." I said, "Go away.We don't bother you, so don't bother us," I whispered sharply. Slowly the smell of the carcass disappeared. He kept it, never again passed our class.
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Tonight our exkul camper in school. After one year is not allowed to use the school as a camping place for exculus activities. This prohibition is due to the number of students who are possessed, the time of the inauguration of one of the exculus. Horrifically. Almost all participants in the inauguration of the trance. The guard door opens.
It all started with one of the coaches who challenged the entire school. He summoned all the spirits in the school to pit his strength against him.
Rampaging.yes..all the spirits who fill the school are angry. Angry at the pride of a man. Starting from one participant who is possessed, followed by the next participant. The closing door between the school and the cigentis opens.all spirits come into the school freely, testing the coach's arrogance.
Tumbals..they ask for human tumbals...
The situation is getting gripping, screams of tears are unceasing. Finally, a kyai was called to treat the possessed participant. Abated. And the school is locked for night activities.
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The fire started burning the wood we collected this afternoon. Scattered sounds of burning wood, accompanied by a cold wind that started piercing the body. We sat around the fire. Some of the seniors sat a little far away while burning the chicken for dinner preparation.
The event section began to prepare equipment for the evening of familiarity. The event also began. The mood becomes cheerful. Last year's horror story didn't happen.
At 23:00.
The night wind is getting more and more piercing. My hair stood up, the wind was cold in my head. Like someone was watching us. My eyes are staring. The disembodied head floated silently in the passageway between the toilet and the library. The head of a man, with a hair of a shoulder. Looking towards us. Realizing that someone saw him, he floated up, disappearing towards the library.
I remained silent, letting the others continue their cheerfulness. The wind is getting cold. At 23:30, we entered each other's tents.
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At 01.00
Krraaakk...
The sound of the windows open and closed. Senior is still like there is no fear, instead watching a horror movie.
"What was that voice.?" asked one of the seniors.
"The sound of the window, most exposed to the wind, not locked," replied the senior with narrow eyes.
Back there was the sound of chairs and tables being shifted, moving places. Film volume reduced. Silence.no sound whatsoever.
"Are there people sleeping in class?", one senior asked.
"Nothing, it's been checked, sleeping in the tent all," replied the senior who became the committee chairman.
Back they watch. The sounds of chairs and tables being shifted back were heard. Curious. One of the seniors opened the classroom door from where the voice sounded. Dark, just a match from the school yard floodlights, the position of the table and chair as before. The door is back closed. The seniors fell silent, instantly turned off the film they were watching, and returned to their respective tents.
The night passed in the gripping silence of the school, the occasional sound of footsteps being dragged, surrounding the camp area.
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