Ghost Villa

Home in Majalengka

This is the story of a haunted house in Majalengka. Pretty long story, hopefully not boring.

One of the few experiences that traumatized me a bit. Please do not read alone..

***

In college I had a close friend named Dian. You can call her boyfriend kali.

In 2007, Dian lived and studied in Bandung as well, we are different campuses but one class. Dian's father was an official at a Regional Bank.

As a high official, Dian's father always moved around the workplace, of course his office house also moved.

Well, at that time he had just got a new task to lead one of the branch offices of the Bank, a branch in the city of Majalengka.

Majalengka is a small town located in eastern West Java. Not a city that is traversed by the main route across Java, so it is quite deserted city.

As a girlfriend who has long known the Dian family, I want to not have to help move the house from the old official house, to the new official house in Majalengka.

***

I still remember, it was Thursday, the three of us left from Bandung to Majalengka, using a private car.

Why three? Because Dian's younger sister comes along, Ira's name is.

Sitting behind the wheel, I drive the car to Majalengka through the Sumedang-Jatiwangi line.

I quite like this path, because in some areas still found teak trees on the left right of the road, arguably a small forest.

Long story short, about five in the afternoon we arrived in Majalengka. A pretty clean and neat city.

What attracts attention is the atmosphere of the city, still afternoon but already deserted.

We went straight to the home address, it didn't take us long to reach our destination.

A large house with a very spacious yard, stands firmly two shady mango trees inside the fence. Dutch architectural building but still looks sturdy.

We parked on the left side of the car. There is a car lane that leads to the back through the side door. I guess the garage is in the back.

Before entering the house I took a look around. In front of the fence of the house there is a sidewalk that is on the side of a large road, but not the main road.

The afternoon breeze blew, blowing leaves of mango trees in the yard, making it so sound.

The afternoon air was quite cool, although not as cold as the city of Bandung.

I try to walk through the small road that surrounds the house through the side door, this path is enough for one car to pass.

True my guess, after arriving in the backyard it turns out there is a large car garage.

The garage with the roof is rather high, but without walls on each side, there are only four piles supporting the roof, the garage is open the term.

Right in the middle of the yard, back I saw there was a big and shady mango tree, a little trauma if you see a mango tree, especially in the house there are three.

Long I stared at the back garage, the condition was not maintained, thick dust covered the floor, looks seedy. It was a bad feeling to see it, something was strange, the aura was sinister.

Continue to look around the back of the house, I found more interesting things.

At the very back corner of the building, on the right, there is a bathroom, I happened to not stand it, I went into the bathroom

This bathroom seems rarely used, dry leaves are scattered on the floor, and,

A large bathroom with a design of ancient models, natural stones attached to the wall, a large bathtub, with a squat model toilet.

The afternoon is getting dark, bathroom lighting is only sourced from a five-watt bulb, dim.

When I finished, I stepped out.

The weirdness of seeing this house is increasing, when next to the bathroom I see an old well.

There is only a well, there is no rope and bucket commonly used to take water from the well.

Thin moss enveloped the wall around the well.

The well hole is closed by a thick and wide board.

Out of curiosity whether there is still water at the bottom of the well, I tried to move the cover board.

With a slight shift, the well opened..

I can see into it.

Mosquitoes and other small animals sprinkled out.

Long enough I stared into the well hole, it was a bit dark by night, so it was a bit difficult to see the bottom.

When you are focused, suddenly..

“Wuuuussshhh...”,

There was a strong wind blowing from inside the well, hitting the face..

I was shocked, reflexes instantly retreated away.

"What should..? Is there a wind coming out of the well?" Many questions in my heart.

After it had calmed down a bit, I went back to the well, closed the hole with the board as before..

After that I went into the house through the back door.

"Why is that his face? Rich new seeing ghosts.."

Tanya Dian looked at me who still looked a bit confused.

"Son, there's nothing .." Answer gw.

Then I and my family talked at home.

***

The goods and furniture belonging to Dian's parents had arrived one day before, had been placed in their respective places, we just had to tidy it up.

Once inside the house, it was seen that it was a big house. Dutch architecture, high ceilings, thick walls.

Inside there are two toilets, one in the main room (parent room), another one next to the kitchen, in the very back corner of the main building.

Another toilet is behind the house next to the well. If I don't have to, I won't go to the toilet anymore. Horrified..

But later at midnight, I was forced to go there.

***

After Maghrib we gathered in the living room, chatted and then continued to have dinner.

From the beginning, I did plan to stay overnight, then go back to Bandung the next morning.

I was provided the front room, lined with the living room, directly adjacent to the home page.

Ortu Dian slept in the main room, to the right of the living room.

Dian and Ira are in the opposite room to the main room, to the left of the family room.

Later, I intend to go home that night, I feel that the atmosphere of the house is very bad, I was worried. Gq wants to go home.

But unfortunately, Ortu Dian did not allow it.

Yes, I follow their will. Just last night, I hope nothing happens.

But my feelings are getting stronger, if there's anything strange about this house..

***

The night was getting late, around ten o'clock we went into each other's rooms..

In the room, I could only daydream about waiting for drowsiness to come, there was nothing to do because there was only a big bed, an empty table, and a wardrobe.

"It looks like tonight's gonna be long.." I murmured in my heart.

I really can not sleep, roll there roll here is not clear, drowsiness does not come too.

Not felt, the clock has shown twelve at midnight, still I have not slept as well. Feeling agitated, the more unpleasant..

My room was closest to the highway in front, but that night the street was very quiet. Only occasionally did the sound of the motor pass.

99% of my feelings are never wrong. There is something strange about this house...

So I decided to sleep in full clothes, car keys and wallet are already in the pocket of pants, preparation if suddenly something happens, just run away..

***

Right as I thought..

The feeling is increasingly awkward when the incision is heard the sound of a baby who is laughing..

I haven't had a baby in the house since I arrived..

Sound source from the living room located right in front of the room.

I sat on the bedside, trying to sharpen my hearing, was that really the sound of the baby?

Yes, it turns out that it was the sound of baby laughter, the longer the voice became clearer..

Not daring to open the door to make sure, I chose to stay in the room, trying to ignore. But still I was terrified, at this point the terror had just begun.

But over time the sound of baby laughter disappeared. A little relieved, but still unable to sleep..

And..

The least expected thing to happen, finally happened,

I want to pee.

I wouldn't be able to hold it until morning.

Finally decided to go out of the room, to the toilet.

Slowly I opened the door of the room, because I was still worried about the sound of the baby.

Thankfully, there was nothing, the living room was empty and dark.

Then walk towards the toilet.

I choose the toilet in the back of the house, which is next to the kitchen.

Arriving at the toilet door, I tried to open it. It can't seem, it's locked from the inside.

"Ah, there may be someone inside.." Think in my heart.

Because I really can't stand it, I intend to go to the toilet in the backyard, next to the old well..

Actually I was very afraid, but want how else, forced to go there.

When the back door of the house opens, the view goes directly to the empty garage in the back. At that moment I didn't see anything, but my other senses said it was "crowd"..

***

Then I walked in the back passageway, past the empty and dark maid room..

I finally crossed in front of the old well.

There's something strange about that well.

The cover board is already on the side, no longer closing the hole. This afternoon I left it closed.

But do not take a headache, I went to the toilet first because it can not stand it anymore.

When I finished, I went straight out of the toilet.

When the toilet door opens, the view directly faces the empty, dark garage..

Gw hush..

I saw something..

I saw an object that was in the dark that night.

I saw a dull white figure standing in the corner of the garage, the heart stopped at that moment..

There's a pocong in the garage..

Pocong that is large height, standing upright in the corner of the garage, not clear facing which direction, because I do not dare to look at his face.

Standing still, there was only occasionally a slow movement on his body..

Limp the body gw, the bones seem to be separated from the hinges.

I forced myself to walk towards the back door, dragging my feet to the door. No longer dare to glance at the garage, where the pocong is standing..

***

I finally managed to enter the house, I immediately locked the door and walked quickly to the room.

Arriving in the room, I catch my breath. I want to go out of the house, run to a crowded place, I can't stand it..

Next can be guessed, I still can not close my eyes.

Because the terror is not over..

***

The clock is almost two o'clock..

When once again, I heard baby laughter from the living room.

This time his voice became clearer..

The more scared I get, the more panicked.

***

As usual, curiosity finally overcame everything, I walked towards the door, intending to peek outside, what exactly was going on in the living room.

I opened the door little by little, until the eyes got a gap to peek.

Finally I can see into the middle room, in the dim light I can see what is happening there.

Apparently, on the living room sofa was the figure of a long-haired woman, sitting with a small baby on her lap. This woman was dressed in a long dark colored canal.

Once again, the heart is like stopping beating, the body is weak.

For a few seconds our faces looked at each other..

I slowly closed the door and sat down on the bed. My body trembled violently, my feathers stood all.

The chaotic thoughts thought about what I should do, while the laughter of the woman and her baby continued to be heard..

Moments later, I heard footsteps from behind the door.

The steps that seemed to come from the back of the house led to the living room, where the woman holding the baby was.

So crowded he heard, several times also the laughter of the baby changed with crying, also heard the voice of the woman who tried to calm her baby..

I'm getting scared, panicking..

***

"Duk duk duk duk...."

Like that about footsteps making a sound. Sometimes it sounds rushed, sometimes it sounds relaxed.

Gq prayed and hoped that they would continue their activities outside the room.

I hope they don't try to get into the room..

While in the room, I splashed with cold sweat pouring out.

Suddenly the doorknob twitched itself, like someone was trying to open it.

I was getting more panicked, because the door was very close, only a few meters away.

I forgot to lock the door from the beginning.

Finally, the door opened slowly, I just stared in silence, the cold sweat was pouring out..

When the door had opened wide enough, it slowly poked the head of the woman long hair from behind the door, with a small smiling face..

Memory only reached that second, the rest I don't remember anything else.

I was unconscious, fainted..

Only regained consciousness after Dian woke up for dawn prayers..

I did not tell the incident I just experienced that night to Dian and family.

***

After Friday prayers, I went back to Bandung alone. Dian and Ira are coming home on Sunday.

Later, it turns out Dian's father only lasted a month in the house. He asked to move and found another home. After that I just told you about the events that I had experienced.

Apparently, Dian's parents also experienced the same thing, terrorized by the "inhabitants" of the house..