Ghost Pavilion

Back to a Different World

Milen's spirit and soul really did not exist in the world, he returned to the bottom of the memory of the first time meeting Brian, where he wanted to forget the figure of the Diva that already existed other women, he had, so maybe by re-opening his inner eyes, his life will get used to it.

And now, Milen woke up, somehow he realized he was in the uks room. Ika's worried gaze on Milen, giving her a warm drink and a wind oil.

"Lo why Mil?"

"Gue, where am I?" said Milen.

"Yes! this crazy girl again, that's what makes me not like a group ama nih girl from the lower class." said Brian haughty.

"Enough Brian!" pinta Ika's.

"Sorry yes, I took care of you. I don't know why, maybe I'm just tired." said Milen, who just realized what he saw and not logical if thought.

"Anjay fur ketek. Oh, my God, the smell of bat. Do I wet again," said Jat, while making sure if his pants wet again. Because if tense or insecure, the smell of bubbly in the area between Jat must be smelled. A sign he's wetting his feet. His view is shifted downwards.

"Ah, I don't. Where am I wetting." Ton's gaze was shifted again forward, as he sniffed sniffling. There was something wrong with her kiss like a pessing but smelling fishy, so Ika and Milen turned to the noisy man behind her.

Milen began to feel a strange thing, in the uks window. Looked at the woman again and Milen broke out in cold sweat closing her eyes, she tried to talk to her inner self. Doesn't want to deal with invisible creatures.

As Milen raised his head, the water that fell on his head was flowing into his nostrils. Milen feels fishy really amis. When he rolled his eyes, sure enough, the water flowing in his nose was a blackish-red hitaman. Milen began to shout no sound and forgot his friend who saw Milen look strange at the time.

"Mil, why are you?" Ika shouted as if Milen did not hear, and he seemed to be in another realm and a dark room without his friends was present like that.

"Geez!" shock Milen. He rubbed the liquid. "Blood?" Milen's head immediately felt big, his hair began to rise. He shouted and left without caring for his friend who shouted to Milen.

The mood began to cramp. The streets were completely deserted, shop shops and houses were closed. Milen's journey is still far away. The street lamp was twinkling.

"Kilihih." The screams came right above Milen.

Sontak looked up, "Aihihi .. uh aihihi." Milen said.

"Don't worry, Ma'am Kunti 'wapain there woy, huweee. It will fall. Mending antum flew a huweee, "hysterically Milen, unable to move. His legs shook violently when the tree roots wrapped around his feet again.

"Hm." There was the sound of wet rasping murmur from the side. It looked like a shattered-faced figure with writhing maggots. His hair was long and his stomach was broken, his tongue sticking out wrapped around his face.

"eeheheh. There's another neighbor. Don't bother me. Keep doing it anyway. Why bring a lady back a big bottle cap anyway." The look on Milen's face looked alarming.

Milen didn't know what to do. On top of his head was Mbak Kunti while on his right there is Mbak big bottle cap. While the sweat pours out already almost a lot of master and drain his energy. Every time Milen saw and they wanted to communicate for help, Milen refused and it took a lot of energy for an indigo.

Milen also strengthened his intention to just run away from that place. He did not care about Mbak Kunti who was engrossed in laughing on it. Suddenly as he looked away from the big bottle cap, tried to take the aba forward and run away. Suddenly there was a figure that appeared very close to Milen's face.

The figure's face was shattered and smelled foul. The long shroud tie the neck and top of the head to make the figure's head appear to be formed. The look on his face could not be guessed by Milen. Either he was smiling or angry. His eyes were gone and his mouth was also slightly crushed. So Milen was so confused, had to greet him with how.

"Eh stinky. Haduh, his neighbor Mbak Kunti one appeared already, sueee!" Milen could only scream and cry. His feet were shaking terribly. Wanted to faint, but couldn't.

"Hmmm...!" The figure muttered.

"Eheheh yes, Ngkong Polong eh kok Polong anyway. With a mouth." Milen hit her nervous mouth.

"Pockmark!" The figure was hoarse and faint.

"Eheh yes, Ngkong Bolong, eh kok Bolong anyway!" Milen mispronounced it again. His hands began to limp and his legs did not stop shaking, because the figure's face was only a five centi hum.

"Pockmark!" The figure repeated his words.

"Eheheh yes, Ngkong Cut! Just cut it anyway." Milen patted his eel.

"Here you go, retire as a pocong!" say that figure and immediately say.

Milen's tension slowly subsided. The pocong suddenly disappeared from his sight. However, there is still Kunti Ma'am who can hear the grin and Mpok bottle cap whose gaze is so cynical combing his dreadlocks. While the person he saw was sitting on the street bench, disappeared.

"Have a sow!" Milen ran away however, his legs were outstretched very quickly by the invisible.

Milen ran back, he was confused why the ghosts in the building so often bother him. Until where it stopped in a park, the natural weather has returned real not dim. Like an empty house without lights, now back in the residence Milen and at that time Milen saw the grandmother was sweeping the yard of the house.

"Milen, are you home, son? from yesterday you did not come home. Nginep at Ika's house again?" said Grandma Kari.

"Sir, I didn't come home from yesterday. How do you think Grandma said I'm staying at Ika's house?"

"Grandmother just thought, tumben you gaadain grandma want to sleep in the house Ika. But luckily I just call the landline, when is the camp Mil?"

Milen took the broomstick out of Grandma's hand. It also makes Milen talk at length what he experienced and illogical for normal humans who do not believe in him. For Milen an indigo from birth from ancestral ancestry, there is no need to say he is an indigo. And there is no need to speak them differently, just an invisible vision must be Milen made a strong faith so as not to fall further.

"This is the protective necklace of the ancestors, for some people this will look shingle and not good. But for a different family like us, like the curse is that you have to be strong and help her Mil, to get out of the eyes of strange things." explained Kari's grandmother.

"So Milen has to help those who come, because they know that Milen can see them?" milen said limp.

"Yes ndok. Praying ndok! ask for protection from Allah swt. Humans are higher in rank, but as creatures you have to choose your inner eyes open, if the Ghost you are helping is not an evil ghost. But get lost." said grandma.

Milen again fell silent, he again got a call from someone. And asked the grandmother's permission to pick up the phone.

Tbc.