Ghost Pavilion

The Ghost Follow

Brian, that night was also very scared. Just now that he got word from Sika, Jaet also sent a message, if he did not dare to go to Melin's house.

The bike stopped, Milen is now at Brian's house! looks not good, once in the morning he's been staying at the man's house.

"Brian! seriously what is this?"

"What is it, why?"

"Ga good, afraid of neighbors to be uncomfortable."

"Tomorrow we shall speak again, guest room there! I live with my sister, dah gih lo rest Melin, rather than you looking for a hostel already want this malem, I'm sure here there are no ghosts like lo lo lo lo lo see!"

"All right, I understand now. Thanks Brian, make the ride."

Milen was tired, he went into the room and closed his eyes, so that for several hours he could sleep soundly and very relaxed.

The dream that Milen experienced, when it became real. Even Milen remained silent to see those who continued to stare, until the delicious food that Brian just bought earlier, not touched in the slightest.

That dream seemed real to me. However, this cannot happen again. Or it repeats itself every day. Milen is lazy, still invisible creatures continue to follow him, even though this time he is only outside the window.

Tomorrow Day.

"Brian, you've been really weird lately. Looks like there's been a change in your outlook. I watched you see something else in the house." My brother said at the time to Brian just fell silent without answering.

"Ah, feeling sister only times. Milen! don't go in your heart! sister Ima is like that."

Milen nodded, but Milen knew. If at this time Brian also felt the things that Milen saw, in the corner of the kitchen refrigerator. It's just that Brian coded, so that Milen wouldn't yell scare at Ima, who has asthma. So that Milen just held back and spoke in his inner heart.

'Get out of this house! I'm not your friend!' inner Milen, because Ima he did not see like it, but Milen really wanted a day not to see the ghost of heaven.

Brian knew, when Milen was silent like a statue, Milen's body must have split as if he was communicating, on the figure beside the refrigerator. So Brian switched another conversation, and took ka Ima to the garden room before ka Ima left for work.

"Milen, you stay first! you don't want to talk to Brian yourself."

Milen was now inside, glancing slightly towards those who were still sharp looking at me. The neck was getting red liquid out quickly.

This pair of eyes was getting harder to blink. My neck feels heavy and my head is dizzy. In just a few minutes my mind seemed to drift through a passage of time that led me there.

What was inside my head turned round and made me close my eyes.

It should be the darkness I could see, but the shadow of a forest was still streaming through my head. Yes, the forest with the residents who only use the kemben cloth that covers part of their bodies, the girls and women who pass by there. The pavilions that looked decker like the pavilions of uncle at the moment, 'Actually what do they want, why am I being shown continuously. Do they want to follow me?'

I got deeper into something that continued to lead me by looking in my closed eyes.

'Do you want to show me something?' inner Milen who continued to speak endlessly, who finally got an answer in a very slow and hoarse voice.

'Look at the trail of our deaths! help me, I want to go home buried properly!'

The soft and soft voice was very vibrating Melin's ears, until it was painful and painful.

'What should I see it for?'

Back I sat down with one question, which probably won't have an answer. But the voice came back to my ears.

'Remember it, and write my story!'

Deg.

Milen was silent, he tightly closed his mouth and body as if shivering and also felt the heat of the fire that had just come with a big bang with lightning.

'I know you can feel and see our whereabouts, we won't stop until you want to help us!' an invisible voice shrieked Melin's ear.

Tbc.