Ghost Pavilion

Deathly Spirit

Milen is still waiting for Brian to change clothes, not long Ima. The figure of Brian's older brother just came home, then pulled Milen as he greeted with a smile.

"Have Ima gone home? sorry Milen, still in this house. Just get ready to go, 'cause we .."

"Udah, permission later! here, to the yuks kitchen! ka Ima there is a special offer, help ka Ima surprise Brian! today it's her birthday, but Ima's fighting forgotten."

"Brian, so he's a birthday."

"Heuumphi! when he's looking for you, we'll bring this cake. Come on, follow me." she said, and Milen complied.

While the shadow is again, somehow Milen is currently feeling a red-orange shadow, somehow Milen tried to walk by touching the colored smoke object behind the back of the Ima ka. If it was black, it was a sign of Azal's pick-up and danger to someone, but Milen trembled, because the red-orange smoke was translucent, as if it were hot to the touch.

'What's that smoke?' inner Milen, still fashion down in fear, although at that time the look of ka Ima was very cheerful, he was very happy to make a surprise for his sister.

A Few Hours Later :

"Miles ... Milen .. Where are you?" brian shouted, up to three times, from the other direction.

"Surprise .. surprise. Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday Brian, happy birthday. Yeaeaay! sorry, sister late, may this birthday you get healthier, longer life and what you aspire to achieve." said ka Ima, singing voice mode.

"Sister! oh, thanks. Brother is always healthy, thanks for the surprise."

Milen also uttered, but with a code of panic fear. Milen asked Brian, not looking back at the door.

"Saturday!! why Lo Mil? here, before leaving for the cake from ka Ima first!" said Brian.

"Srush! Brian, don't look around, there's a ci-cak."

He took a breath as if his life was really not careless, could not scream or wet the bed, because there are ka Ima who is a timid soul and a history of asthma.

'And I said what, don't miss it!' cibir Milen, approaching beside ka Ima.

Milen is still bowing, near the table. He looked on with anxiety and focus. When the figure of a man's spirit greeted in the inner talk, Milen also shifted as if taking drinking water near the sink, the nape of the neck he lowered and closed his eyes.

On the sixth of April 1986, Legi Monday at half-three in the afternoon, almost entering Ashar time.

A man in uniform who kept watching me in the corner of the room, with his body covered with wounds until the contents inside his body were visible.

That look kept on bothering me. The longer I may go crazy. I don't know if this is reality or not. Milen must see the tragedy of the accident, which followed by the figure of ka Ima and arrive at this house, because Brian's house looks like the house he was looking for. Out of nowhere, or the aura of a spirit who knows, if he can rightly ask for help.

'Help me! my hand is still left in the gutter, just say 1986, alananggrek street! mr. Sito is a gardener, who was hit by a large cargo truck. Our house is not far from five kilometers, some residents must still remember and know him!'

Huaahah!!

Shouted, Milen opened her eyes again, it was exhausting today for Milen. Only he can be shown communication, not yet a female ghost with a lot of necks asking for help, but now even the spirit that follows the figure of the ka Ima, after he went home to buy a cake.

"It's bad, let's take a cicipin! you drink only from earlier." pull Ima, on the hand of Milen who felt the cold hands of sister Ima.

"ah! iy brother, Milen so thirsty." smile, Milen glared at Brian, as if giving a code.

"You why Mil, honestly brother?"

TBC.