Ghost Villa

Contract of Angker Part 1

Left Alone

I'm Jason. I was only ten years old. My parents have been divorced for a long time. I don't know exactly why they split up. I have another husband, and my father is still taking care of me.

However, lately I have been angry with my father because we want to move house. I'm comfortable with the house now. I don't want to leave my friends in this house.

The reason father moved, he said the rental price of this house is increasing. I can't afford to pay the rent. I want to, I have to accept this fact. It was so hard to leave this house. There are so many memories of me being here with my mom.

Early in the morning, a truck was parked in front of the house. It must have been me who hired him to transport the furniture to a new house. We'll move to the suburbs, to a cheaper rented house.

After the magrib, my father and I arrived at a new rented house. The house looked worn out like it had not been inhabited for many years. On the porch were two chairs made of wood. Also the big window nuanced betawi.

“Daddy, seriously we want to stay in this house?” my many.

“Iya, Son. This house is cheap. We'll stay here for the next year.” Answer Father.

I went into the house to look around. It turned out that it wasn't as scary as I imagined. Someone's house is already cleaning. One by one our furniture is transported. Dad was busy directing the workers to be careful when carrying items that are easily broken.

While they're busy, I'm exploring every room in this house. My attention was drawn to a room near the kitchen. This room is not like a painting gallery.

There were many paintings of human faces in that room. Some were on the wall, some on the floor. I don't know who all those paintings belong to.

The faces in the painting are different. There are women and men too. But, I can confirm that the figure in the painting is all Indonesian. Because, they use traditional clothes from various regions.

After being satisfied to look at the painting, I was about to return to Dad. But, suddenly there was the sound of someone whistling. Immediately I looked. My eyes were glaring at the paintings. Strange as it was, who was whistling?

Out of fear, I hurriedly ran out of the room. In the living room, I was still busy arranging the furniture. I told him there was a room full of paintings. He said it was the owner of this house and I was forbidden to touch it.

“So someone whistled too, Dad,” I said.

“Salah denger times you,” replied father while busy justifying the position of the closet.

“I didn't hear wrong, Dad.”

“Ya... Maybe there is a bird passing by,” replied the next father.

“Nights like this where there are birds, Well.”

“Jason, than you say no, you better shower there.”

I'm upset that Dad didn't take me seriously. I obviously heard something whistling in the room. Without saying anything else, I went to the bathroom.

The water in this house is very fresh. I threw it all over my body. During the bath, I was still curious about the room full of paintings.

The first night of living in a new house, I slept in a room close to the living room. I don't know why I can't sleep. Turn on the television and look for a DKI film. Comedy movies usually take place in the middle of the night.

And, sure enough, my favorite DKI film is on the air. Sometimes I laugh at Dono's hilarious behavior. Long ago the sleepiness came. I fell asleep, while the television was still on.

In the middle of the night, my bed was poking upwards like someone was kicking it from below. After I checked, there was nothing under the bed. I got out of bed to get to Dad.

Father's room is at the very end near the main door. So I had to go through a room full of paintings to get there.

My steps came to a halt when I heard the roar of the person speaking in the mysterious room. I slowly stepped closer to the door and peered out of the keyhole. From that little hole I saw a whole lot of strangers talking to each other.

Their faces pale. Not only his face, but his body was also impressed like a dead man. One of them looked at me. I rushed to my dad's room to tell him about this.

“Dad!?” I shouted, but I did not find my father. Where is he?

On top of asking I found a piece of paper containing a message from Dad.

‘Jason, dad has a sudden affair. Don't leave the house while you're gone. Dad will be home soon.’

After reading the message from the father, suddenly the room lights twinkled. I swallowed myself. The crowd in the next room was still clearly heard. I quickly closed the door and locked myself inside.

I got on my dad's bed and covered my body with a blanket. Not long after, I heard the sound of footsteps of the crowd in the living room. They still talk to each other. Who's that-that guy?

Sweaty face. Both my hands shook with fear. I hope they don't find me in this room.

When I tried to go back to sleep, someone knocked on the door. I didn't want to open it before I heard it was Dad's voice.

“Jason? You're inside huh, son?” my heart was relieved when I heard my father's voice from outside.

“Iya, Dad,” timpalku. I jumped out of bed and opened the door.

“Jason? You're inside huh, son?”

After I opened the door, I didn't see Dad. But, father's voice I can still hear.

“Jason? You're inside huh, son?”

Dad's voice seemed to be everywhere. I looked to the right and there were dozens of strangers looking at me with a big smile. That's a weird smile. Their lips are up to their ears. I screamed and locked myself in my room again.

The Terrible Secrets of a New Contract

I can't sleep. It's still one o'clock in the morning, the boisterous people chatting in the living room are really scaring me. Moreover, there was just a terrifying figure smiling towards me. Who're they? Does this house have ghosts?

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I really have the heart to be alone in this house. I'm looking for a way to contact Dad. Oh, yeah, I remember dad used to say that he kept a makeshift cell phone in his drawer. He told me to call him if anything happened at home.

I rushed to find the phone in Dad's drawer. At the top of the drawer was not there, the second drawer was also not there, and in the third drawer exactly beside the magazine stack I finally found the phone. Fortunately, the battery is not yet exhausted.

I massaged the button and searched my father's phone number. There was also someone knocking on the door. This time the beat is paused and only three beats. My hands are shaking, my phone number is hard to find.

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After much effort to find the number, I immediately called Dad. The number is not active. I grinned and then went back to bed. The phone is still in my hands. Before I hid under the covers, my eyes caught a letter under the door. The letter was blue and looked suspicious. Out of curiosity, I took the letter and read it.

'I'm downstairs, help me'

That's all it says in the letter, there's no sender's name at the bottom. Who are these nights asking for help? I also don't understand where that 'below' means. This house does not have a basement.

Before I folded the letter, another letter came up from under the door like someone was thrusting it. I immediately opened the letter and again it contained only one sentence without the name of the sender. The message was different from the previous letter.

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'I was in the basement. Hurry up here, your father is also here.'

Whahuh? My dad was there too? Without thinking any more, I opened the door. The strangers had disappeared somewhere, but many letters were lying on the floor. The neatly arranged letters lead to the kitchen like making a road guide.

Curiously, I followed the letters. Put me in the kitchen, the letter stopped in the kitchen and when I stepped on the floor there was something strange. The floor was fragile as if there was space underneath.

I lift one by one the ceramics. It looks like a large plywood that seems to cover the hole. Triplek was quite heavy, I sweat lifting it. Under the plywood was a hole and a ladder. No doubt this house has a basement.

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I doubt whether it comes down or not. Then the phone rang, I was happy because my dad finally called me. I hurried to pick up my phone from my dad. For a few moments, there was the sound of a tuuut sound across the phone. After successfully connecting, I immediately snatched at father.

"Where's the father? Our house has ghosts. I'm afraid, there's also a basement in the kitchen."

"Jason please dad. Dad's in the basement. You go down there now."

"Yes Well. Don't worry, Jason's down right now!" I said with a breath.

The phone closed, I went straight down the hole. Five steps down, I saw my father watching me from above.

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"Dad?" hisisku while looking up.

Father did not reply he just smiled flatly and from behind him appeared again a figure that resembled my father. Not just one, but two figures appeared. There are now three people who resemble the father. They looked at me, that look now was horrible.

"Dad," I said as I cried while holding on to the stairs.

I don't know what to do now. One of them closed the hole again with a plywood. I cried as I could while shouting for help to my father. Now I am alone in a dark and damp hole.

Ghosts in the Underground Room

With all my might, I pushed the plywood that covered the hole. Unfortunately my energy was not strong enough to open the plywood. It was possible that a figure resembling a father held his plywood back from above so that I could not get out.

There's no other way, I have to go down. Who knows, there's a way out. I very carefully descended one by one the stairs. This hole is so dark, my feet have to fumble up the stairs to keep from falling down.

I saw a light. No doubt, I must have almost arrived at the basement. With great difficulty, I finally managed to climb down the stairs. Now I'm in a room more worthy of being called a barn.

This room is quite spacious. Lots of old cardboard piles everywhere. Watchfully I began to search the room. Did you know that there's a basement in this house?

In the corner of the room, I saw a man standing behind me. Curious, I slowly approached him. He was wearing a black jacket, hat, and black trousers.

"So you're the new occupant of this house?" the man turned his body.

From his face, I can guess that he is about 50 years old.

"Whose father is this? How is it in my house?"

He smiled cynically.

"This is my house, not yours" the man approached. I took a few steps back.

My father said I should always be careful when meeting strangers.

"Don't be afraid. I'm not a bad guy" he took a folding chair lying on the floor.

"Sit down, I want to tell you something."

"What story?"

"About this house," he answered briefly with a smile.

It seems that this man is indeed smiling and friendly. There is no harm in hearing this story about the house. While being vigilant, I sat down in front of him.

"Sir why is he here?" my many.

"I told you I own this house and this is where I live."

I'm still confused that she lives here why didn't you tell me.

"This house has a ghost, sir," somehow I suddenly want to convey it to the owner of the house.

"That's the spirits of the people who died in this house."

"Dead? Why?" manya curious.

"They were all killed" the man said.

"What are they wrong? And who killed him?"

"I killed them myself because I didn't like them."

Hearing his explanation, I immediately stood up and was about to get away from the mysterious man.

"Langels. I only kill bad people. I told you I was a good man. I'm not going to hurt you, son," the man also stood up, he tried to calm me down.

"I have to go up again, maybe you're home" I said, walking up the stairs.

"Your father hasn't come home yet" he said.

"Where do you know?" I asked while looking at him.

"Your father told me," the man climbed into the chair. I don't know what he's gonna do.

"What do you want?" my many.

A rope fell from above his head. He put the rope around his neck.

"Sir, don't sir!" my yelling.

I screamed to see the man suddenly hanging himself in front of me. His eyes bulged, his legs twitched, urine pouring out of his pants. He just died and died.

I rushed to the stairs and went straight to the surface. While crying I called my father, hoping he could help me. Upon arrival at the summit, the plywood was still tightly closed. I can't open it. Meanwhile I heard someone was climbing the stairs, it must be a ghost!

"Dad! Help me!"

"Dad!"

Shouted as hard as I could. I tried to tap on the plywood and slowly someone opened it. There was a man whose face was not foreign. Yeah, I remember he was the guy who helped my dad out last afternoon.

"Let's go, son" he reached out. I welcomed his hand and managed to rise to the surface.

"Why did you get in here?" ask the man.

"Dad? Where's dad?" I did not answer the man's question and asked him instead.

"Where are you going? I saw the door of the house open so I checked here, afraid there was a thief," said the man.

"This house has ghosts. I'm scared," I said.

"Ghost?" he frowned.

"Yes I see ghosts in this house" I said, crying.

"Don't worry now you're safe. I'll take care of you until your father gets home" he said.

He closed the hole and took me to the living room. Tonight feels very long. I don't know where my father is. I'm worried something bad happened to my father.

Painting of the Dead

His name is Mr. Heri. He's one of the citizens here. It just so happens that Mr. Heri is patrolling. He purposely roamed around to make sure no strangers entered the compound. Fortunately, he saw my door open so I was saved. He accompanied me until dawn and in the morning Mr. Heri came home.

I'm getting worried about Dad. Until this morning he did not come home. I stood facing the window, looking at the street, and hoping that Dad would show up there. Dad said, as long as he's gone I can't get out of the house.

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The horror story of the next Angker Contract