GHOST VILLAGE

SECTION 62: GRIPPING

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It turned out that the white object that was like flying was Bu Sri, his son the late Mbah Iyem who was using mukena and ran towards the mosque to follow the maghrib prayer.

The sound of the prayer reading Pak Mat is quite good for the size of the school guard. If from his reading, it seems unlikely that Mr. Mat was involved as a perpetrator of several crimes in this school. But considering a psychopath usually has a dual personality, it could be Mr. Mat is the culprit. During the prayer I threw away my thoughts about the mysteries in this school and the suspicion of Mr. Mat because it would interfere with my prayer concentration.

Finished our maghrib prayer berlimapun hurry to the veranda office and room exculp to continue our work. While Mr. Mat and Bu Sri returned to their respective residences. True what Mr. Mat said, the atmosphere of the school after Maghrib is really gripping. The lights are rather dim in some corners of the school adds to the impression of this haunted school.

"The satisfaction is a bit unpleasant Im," said Fajar.

"Yes Jar, we should work quickly and always in groups to avoid bad things from happening" I replied.

We also deftly shoulder to shoulder to clean the veranda of the office room. For some reason during work, we felt like we were being watched from behind. But when we looked back, there was no one behind. Only rows of palm trees and flowers were deliberately planted on the edge of the courtyard. The smell of frangipani flowers smelled on our noses when there were no frangipani flowers there. We could only look at each other without being able to do anything.

"Come to the exkul room!" cetus Dawn.

"Okay," answered the four of us.

Dawn went ahead followed by Cindy and Lidya, while Gatot and I were in the back row. The closer to the exculpated room, Cindy and Lidya's handrails tighter. Maybe the two of them were still imagining the incident earlier this afternoon.

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The door of the exculpated room suddenly slammed violently against the wall so that it shocked the five of us.

"Amit-amit jabang baby. What's the matter?" peekik Gatot spontaneous.

"Just the wind, Tot" replied Dawn lightly.

Finally we arrived in front of the room with a feeling of agitation.

"Let's work again!" say Dawn.

We immediately did what our team leader ordered. We all went into the room to clean the floor and arrange the things there. When our work was done, Cindy suddenly shouted.

"Who is that?"

We all looked outwards but there was no one there. Curious, Cindy ran outside followed by the four of us.

"What do you see, Cin?" ask Lidya.

"There was a girl just passing by" Cindy replied.

"Are you sure, Cindy? We didn't see anyone" I replied.

"I'm sure Im. He wears a uniform like ours, his hair is rather long. He ran over there," Cindy replied in a serious tone as she pointed towards the field.

"You must have seen it wrong. If he did run to the field, he should still be able to see" replied Fajar.

"I'm sure Jar, his son is beautiful" Cindy replied confidently.

"A good idea. But I'm not sure what Cindy saw was just a human being" I replied.

"Ih You're just making goosebumps," cried Lidya.

"Alhamdulillah our task is done, now we just need to lock the rooms that we have cleaned and carry out our plan is to enter the archive warehouse to find the data we need" said Fajar.

Dawn locked the door of the room with a key that read 'R. EK' which he holds. When the sight of the four of us was fixed on the key child played by Dawn, there was a sound of screaming women from a distance. We looked back at him at the same time. However, the voice was no longer heard. After that we looked back.

"Well, what's so cool about that voice that just sounded?" squeal Cindy.

"That's a human voice what's a ghost sich?" peekik Lidya's.

"After that, we continue our work first while continuing to pray for salvation" Fajar said firmly

We stepped towards the southern class to lock the entire door. We moved quickly to lock every classroom door from the lower floors to the upper floors. When I moved from one room to another, it was like seeing someone standing in a dark classroom because it was only illuminated by dim lights on the porch. However, when I squinted my eyes to clarify the vision, there was no one inside. When my friends were going upstairs, I was at the very back of the house like I heard footsteps running towards me. I looked to the side to check on him but there was no one. I rushed over to my friends who were already upstairs.

My hand suddenly pulled by someone.

"Don't daydream, Im!" said the man who pulled my hand that turned out to be Gatot.

"Thank you Jar. I was almost left behind just now below." I replied flatly.

"Where are we going Jar?" I said to Dawn who kept pulling my hand.

"Let's go to the archive warehouse, we find the data there," replied Fajar.

"But Jar, the kids are still locking the door. We better wait for them first. We should always be in groups" I replied.

"Time is not to Im nutut. Later to hunt Mr. Mat come and ask for the key," said Dawn.

"Yes, too, but at least we have to say goodbye to them, so they are not confused" I replied.

"No need Im, I told Gatot. Go hunted!" The dawn is getting stronger pulling my wrist. This time it was a little pushy. I don't know why all of a sudden I felt there was a bit of an oddity in Dawn's attitude. It is not usual to break a deal that he has made himself. And the eyes of Dawn did not look as shady as usual. It's a bit reddish and looks emotional. The temperature of his palm also felt extremely cold stinging like ice cubes.

"OK dech Jar," I also agreed to Dawn. Just as I was about to step with Dawn, suddenly someone shouted from behind us.

"Im, where are you going?" the screams surprised me. From his voice I memorized it was a voice ...

"Fajar??? Is not Dawn beside me? Who calls me in the back, if not Dawn? Did I hear wrong? Nah! That's right the voice of Dawn is not wrong anymore. However, if the one calling behind me is Dawn, then who is this cold hand standing next to me?"

I looked to the side, towards Dawn and gasped.

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