Ghost Villa

Mystery 096 is over

One by one, people came, and until I, Salsa's brother, Mother and Father delivered to the public cemetery, finally decided to go to Bambang's grandfather's house.

Arriving at Bambang's grandfather's house was also shocked by the news that Mother gave about the death of mang Yaya, especially Mother who saw the last condition of the mang Yaya before being buried there was a trace of strangulation in the neck of the mang Yaya, Yaya mang, which is very clear.

“Yaya the person who since long ago is the belief of your family, never married until this last age, unfortunately the temptation is indeed great to have knowledge like that but must end with the same thing,” said grandfather Bambang.That night also Mother returned home, with the departure of mang Yaya forever it, not long from the incident that befell Salsa's feet, making strange questions that I had long been quiet, and I was, after Mom came home I immediately sat in the front yard with Grandpa Bambang.

“I saw mang Yaya out of the house 096 that cake the cause of his death was it?,” my question directly.

“Although yes, there is no risk and that anyone who is allied other than God will get a reply that is worth Bas, just forgive and pray for it, already,” said Bambang's grandfather very wisely.A tragedy of the past that I already know it, in fact it does haunt my family for eleven years, but at this time it happened again, and again must take its toll, the, because I believe mang Yaya mastermind of all this, although I believe I am not necessarily right and could be wrong.From the beginning of my curiosity in the house number 096 was proven, it was proven, even with the time that I had to go through very long for two months and many times strange events have passed, he said, life does have its own way of giving events so that we can take any lesson in this life.Neneku's closeness with the Dirman family is a past disaster that happened, which happened, the person closest to us can sometimes be the most dangerous person, when it involves other things beyond the normal human mind even allying with other beings. Shirk changes everything, aided by a state of eating demons can play in it freely, slashing logic and killing conscience.And this year is the year I always remember, the year in which family is everything, also the year in which the tragedy of the past I know, so that the cause and effect that occurred is only limited to the question now I get the answer.

- End-of-the-peak

Block M part 1

“Lift is finished In, you have to go through the stairs dalem.”“Well, I'm alone anyway. Mba Yan does not want to go down with?” “Can't yet, there's still something I have to do nih.”That was my conversation with Mba Yanti, the admin staff at my place of work.After changing clothes, I intend to go straight home.

I, who had only been working for two months, whether intentional or not, was more often assigned to the afternoon shift, of course going home late, like this time.

The cinema is on the 6th floor, therefore I had to go down the stairs escalator ~ who was dead also~ floor by floor to get to the ground floor because the elevator that can usually be used turned out to be dead, somehow. The Blok M Plaza building is circular even though it is not round, in the middle there is empty space from top to bottom. So, to climb up or down the escalator, you have to turn around a part of the floor to go to the next escalator.

This is what I did, having to go floor by floor, down the stairs, towards the exit on the ground floor.

Walking past the front of each shop, the reflected view of the glass display allowed me to see myself walking alone. Yes, obviously alone, it's almost 12 midnight.

This is not the first, I have been home several times before and walk alone in this plaza building. However, occasionally I also see one or two security people who are on patrol, either see it from afar or cross paths directly.

I'm basically very scared, a little bit safe when I see a security officer. As I said earlier, this building has an empty space in the middle, so I can see the view of the floor directly, from top to bottom. That's why sometimes I can see security or other people walking on the floor different from the floor I'm on. So also tonight, I can of course see the scene that I told you about earlier, even though most of the lights are already in a state of death. Oh yes, some of the lights in the building are dead when it is out of operating hours, so it is dark, although not total darkness.But there is a little disturbing, because tonight/this time I did not see the movement of anyone other than me, usually the most I saw was the security officer or other employees who also came home at night. This time it's different, tonight it feels so quiet..Only the sound of my footsteps could be heard.

It's still on the fifth floor, but I don't think I'm comfortable. The solution? speed up the steps so that they get to the bottom.

Escalator dies, AC dies too, this of course adds to everything so uncomfortable.

But, anxiety is reduced when suddenly the sound of footsteps.“Ah, finally there are people also” I thought in my heart.

Try to find out where the source of the sound, while continuing to walk I look at each floor to the very end, top and bottom.

To be sure, the owner of the step is not on the fourth floor that is (just now) I this massage, because it does not look at all there are people.

Ah, yes, he sounded from downstairs, maybe that person headed for the exit as well, just like me.

Right, while watching the second floor, I caught a glimpse of someone walking, stepping towards the escalator, but the road was slow, slow.

From its appearance it can be ascertained that it is not a security, because of the shape of a female figure, visible from the outlet of her long hair. I'm also pretty sure that it's a woman coming home tonight, just like me.

I continued to move, finally the view became hindered to look at the woman, until finally really could not see her again. But even so, the sound of footsteps was still heard.

A few seconds later, the sound of steps disappeared..

“Where are the people?” I thought, for a moment

stop the move, look for answers.

There doesn't seem to be anyone at all..

Anxious back I guess, because immediately deserted hit, again.

I went back, walked down the fourth floor, then down to the third floor.

My hasty move, because the emptiness (again) began to make anxiety.

I got more and more frightened, when I felt that inside this big building there seemed to be no one else but me, empty. It seems impossible, but I feel that way.

In short, I finally arrived at the stairs leading to the ground floor.

But at this moment, something caught my attention..

As I stepped down the stairs, I heard footsteps again, just like before. The difference, this time it sounded from above, I don't know what floor. Still in the middle of the escalator, I stopped my steps, threw a glance up, sweeping every side of the building still visible.

In the dark I finally saw something..

There was a woman standing quietly in front of one of the shops on the third floor, standing close to the glass fence. Not facing me, but he was standing facing the side of the building opposite to him.

“That's who?” Questions come to your head.

But, seeing that I suddenly got goosebumps, fear burst into the bath space..

Suddenly, I continued, going down the stairs of the last escalator.

The exit is on the right, while the woman is on the left. Of course, I rushed into a small run towards the right.

When I was about to get away from the escalator, I suddenly heard something.

I heard the sound of female laughter, a stifled but very clear laughter..

The sound comes from behind..

Actually the fear was already at the highest level, but somehow I stopped walking, then looked back, towards the source of the sound.

Then I saw a scene that made me stifled, like hypnotized, unable to take my eyes off.

At first, I saw like a white curtain was floating down from the top floor. But it wasn't..

After I noticed again, it turned out that it was not a flying curtain floating, but it was the figure of a long haired woman who was floating down from the third floor, her long shabby white clothes waving like they were blowing in the wind, this clothes is what I saw before like curtains.

Meanwhile, his laughter was still heard accompanying, not a shrill laugh, but stifled yet clearly heard.

For a few seconds, I watched, like I was hypnotized.

But I finally came to my senses when I saw that kuntilanak-like figure finally land on the first floor, then stand facing me.

I turned around and ran towards the exit.

My cry was not restrained when it finally reached the exit, where two security people were standing guard.

Actually, before I worked, I had heard a lot of scary stories about the building where the cinema where I worked. Indeed, this shopping building is one of the buildings in Jakarta whose age can be said to be old.

Yes, I've heard a lot of scary stories before.

After I started working too, I also heard many strange stories lead to horror from colleagues who had worked there first.

I am very timid, sometimes trying my best not to listen to those scary stories, but yes still often curious, then hear everything.

The first months, I only heard the story, not at all felt anything strange. But after entering the third month, I finally began to experience the spooky happenings myself.

My first experience was the story I told at the beginning. When he saw the figure of kuntilanak flying from the third floor down to the ground floor.

this timid me, having already experienced several spooky events, promised to never again walk alone in the building when I came home late at night. No matter what happens, you will not be alone

If I had to, because no one could accompany me, I would contact one of the building's security, asking for help dropping off. Fortunately, every needed, security colleagues are always willing to deliver, never mind.

It's been about two more years I worked here, more or less already very memorized with every corner, the people, the spooky spots, and others.

Therefore I should have been used to all kinds of situations, but this is not so, the longer I was even more parno, the more frightened.

Many reasons can be like that, one of which is the more I hear the scary stories experienced by workers here or visitors. Not to mention the many strange events leading up to the horror that I experienced myself. Ah, anyway I'm getting scared, the more parno.

Again, it was Thursday, I got a turn in the afternoon, so of course I will go home later that night.

Actually that night I had planned to go home immediately after the task was completed, but it was not done. I, who was not a new employee anymore, began to be asked to help the admisnistration activities. That was how it was, that night I finally had to overtime complete additional tasks.

Incidentally unpleasant, Mba Irna, as the admin staff actually had to go home faster because his son was sick. At about eleven he left the office, leaving me to finish everything.

Then one by one colleagues left, until finally only leaving me, and a cinema security, Mr. Indra his name, and an office boy, Ridwan.

In short, about 12 o'clock past I just got home..

“Pak, we will go down with ya. I dare not be alone.” I said that to Mr. Indra, when my work was done.

“Hahaha, like a new person is still afraid Mba,” He replied with a laugh.

“But later yes Mba, all of you wait Ridwan beberes soon.” Further.

“Oke Sir. I am waiting in front ya.” I replied, who then left the room to the front of the cinema.

Coincidentally, that day the elevator inside the cinema was broken, unusable. The elevator is usually very helpful for us and visitors if they have to go home at night because it goes straight down to the basement, parking lot.

Yes already, because the elevator is broken, we will walk down through the escalator stairs to the bottom, it must be like that, there is no other way.

While Mr. Indra and Ridwan finished their work, I sat waiting in a chair near the entrance.

While looking at the screen of my beloved Blackberry, I sat in the dark, because some of the lights had been turned off.

The chair I was sitting on was directly attached to the glass terrace, from here I could see most of the contents of the building which of course was empty.

Every now and then I throw a glance, combing every corner that still reaches the vision.

For a moment my mind floated, remembering some events I had experienced myself, or even horror stories that circulated a lot.

The deg! Suddenly I goosebumps, then turned to the door of the cinema, then became somewhat calm, because still occasionally see Mr. Indra and Ridwan wara-wiri inside.

Completely silent, there was no sound at all, again I glared at the space, feeling the emptiness of the night.

I who was initially shocked, gradually became somewhat calm when I felt that it seemed like the one who came was really a person.

It turned out to be true, I saw that someone was approaching. Because it is still quite far away, so I can still only see in the form of a silhouette.

But I can already be sure that this guy is a male figure, if you look at his posture.

When it was close enough, then I could see clearly that it turned out that this approaching was a security building.

Ah legalanya, I can come down immediately by asking to be accompanied to the bottom.

“Pak, hmmmmm.” I rebuked him, when we were finally faced. Because I am not familiar, I glanced at the nametag in his uniform, I read the name “Wawan”.

Yes, I forgot whether I've seen this one security sir or not, because his face is still a bit foreign. But maybe I forgot, or a new security, it could be.

This security man smiled.

“Pak Wawan, please take me down dong, hehe” I continue the sentence that was cut before.

“Bby Mba, I happen to also want to go down.” Wawan replied while smiling.

“Ok, Sir. A moment yes, I say into first.”

Then I rushed inside to tell Mr. Indra that I went down first.

“Award whom is Mba?” Ask Mr. Indra.

“Sekuriti Pak, Wawan. I first ya Pak” answered me while immediately rushing away.

Mr. Indra who looked like he still had questions finally let me go.

Arriving back at the front door, I still saw Pak Wawan standing in the dark, waiting for me.

“Already Sir, let us down.” My speech.

Then we walked towards the escalator, which was already dead.

“Thank you sir, I dare not walk down alone, takuuutt.”

“Iya, Mba. It's kind of scary anyway. Hehe.”

A conversation took place on our way to the ground floor.

“New Wawan pack ya work here?” My toot.