GHOST VILLAGE
SECTION 84: PEEKER
Some time later, the mother said something, "Tari told the mother to trade with Yuk Kepak, while she herself remained on the bike."
"What's he doing on the bike, ma'am?" my many.
"Well, I pay less attention to that. I just focus on trading with Yuk Kepak. If you don't remember the wrong thing, like Tari just observe the surrounding environment while waiting for me to finish trading," replied my mother.
"The peeping house position was where the Yuk Kepak shop was, sir?" ask me to father.
"The man's house is just south of the Yuk Kepak shop. Only, if the shop Yuk Kepak is a bit advanced. If the man's house is a little indented," replied the father.
"That means that if Tari stays on the bike, it's automatically the most strategic place to spy on the peepman's house, huh?" my many.
"Surely so," replied the father.
"That means, the investigation told by Mega's mom meant an investigation into the spy's house, huh?" my peek.
"It could be so, '" replied the father.
"I mean, he's been scouting the house a few times. That's so desperate for the kid!" squealing mother.
"If you only observe the person's house from the outside, what information can Tari get, how dare you conclude that there is a big case at school?" said father.
"Well, that's a little confusing. Perhaps the case in question of Tari still has something to do with the man's indecent deeds?" I said with confusion.
"So, I don't think so. Honestly, years like that the act of peeping people in the bathroom is not a big case. If there are people who do this usually if not stoned, yes yelled. Usually they run away because of their own shame if hiccupped," said the father.
"O, is that right, sir? If there's someone like that now, it can be reported, right?" my many.
"Yes, that. People now where is it if just stoned or shouted at? They will only be arrested if handed over to the police" replied the father.
"That means, right, sir? During the investigation conducted by Tari, he discovered another greater evil? And the perpetrators of the crime realized that Tari knew their crime, so that Tari's life had to be wiped out so that their crimes would not be revealed" I said.
"There is such a possibility. However, we must not decide without strong evidence and witnesses" replied the father.
"Keep, what do we do, sir? Me and my friends are already planning something to uncover this case" I said.
"You must not be rash! This isn't for fooling around. One wrong step your lives can be lost!" yelled at my father with emotion.
"Keep, what should we do? The spirit of Dance always haunts us, sir. Surely he really wants all this to be revealed as clearly as possible!" my answer.
"Yes, I know that, but we have to prepare carefully, so that the worst risk does not occur" said the father.
"Do you have a good plan?" my many.
"Tomorrow the father and mother will go to the store Yuk Kepak to spy on the house, if necessary we will enter the house" said the father in a flat tone.
"What?" I'm astonished.
"Why, Im, scared huh? Don't be afraid! Trust us both! Just pray that we can both get a powerful piece of evidence!" say father firmly.
"Remember, you and your friends should not be rash to step. At school, you have to be careful because it could be one of the perpetrators is also in school" said the father.
"Yes, Sir!" my answer.
"Yes, already. It's night, we should go to bed soon so that tomorrow is not bad luck" said the father.
We also follow the father's words to immediately go to the bed. Before heading to the room, as usual, I locked the door and closed the living room window curtain. For some reason, when I was about to close the door and close the window curtain, I felt like someone was standing at the door, but I did not dare to open it because it was already night. After closing the window curtain, I immediately entered my room and turned off the room lights. My hair suddenly goosebumps at that time, and I also reminisce with my SD period that I slept under a thin carpet bed. While a thick blanket I use to cover my body from the tip of the foot to the bottom of the nose. My eyes glanced left and right to make sure there was no one in my room. No less than thirty minutes I looked around with a feeling of anxiety. As soon as I was sure it was safe, I tried to close my eyes, which were only a few watts away. My mouth murmured,
[Na .... Na .... Na na]
*
I walked through the corridors of the classroom while tiptoeing, alone. Not a single lamp was lit, so I had to walk with a slight palpation. The sound of the night animals is occasionally earthy, adding a sense of serenity in the place. At the end of the hallway is seen a laboratory room whose lights look still on. Maybe Mr. Mat was in there, cleaning up the remnants of activity during the day until the afternoon.
I have to be careful and avoid meeting anyone. Because among the residents of this school or the villagers around here, they could be the culprit. If the culprit finds out, someone is trying to investigate, then he could be desperate to harm me. And Mr. Mat is one of the school residents who should be suspected.
[Tap Tep Tap]
The more I put my foot steps closer to the IPA laboratory room. Lab Locations. This IPA is right in the corner of the hallway, so anyone who is first grade who will go to the school gate must go through the corridor. Strangely, the door seemed to be tightly closed, but the light was brightly lit. In the main room, where children usually practice, no one looks. I don't know, if in a small room where the teacher corrects the student practicum report. Ah, what's important is that I get out of this place. Mother and father must be confused at home, because I have not returned home until this late.
A shadow suddenly flashed in front of me. But who can move so fast? Or maybe ...
I removed the negative suspicions that suddenly came from my mind. However, the more I tried to dispel those thoughts, the more powerful the shadow of darkness became in my mind.
"Hasaaaaaan .. "the voice of a girl suddenly sounded calling the name of the father. I looked back, there was no one behind me. There can't be any girls wandering around here. But the call that seems to be on me why not say my name, why just say the name of the father? Oh my God, the crazier I get thinking about this whole thing.
I keep moving slowly. My fear is now growing, not only is it fearing to meet the perpetrator and now it is horrified by the voice of the girl. For some reason, as I stepped, I felt that the girl was behind me, as if hoping that I would not leave this place.
"Hasaaaaan .." The girl's voice came back from my back. This time it was clearer and more heart-wrenching. My body shook, as if the frequency was resonating with the horror I was feeling. I looked back slowly. There was no one, but the wind suddenly blew hard and dry leaves fell from the branches of the tree that stood firm in the garden opposite the Lab. IPAS.
Seeing that unusual thing, I also accelerated my steps towards the school gate which was not far from my standing position. Damn, the gate was locked. And damn it again, from behind me, precisely from the cracks between the trees across the Lab. IPA, suddenly appeared a black shadow carrying a walking knife with a little run towards me.
"Yetoo!!!!!" my cry in my heart
I was confused, I should immediately run and get out of this place, but which way? the gate in front of me was literally locked with a lock the size of my fist. Within seconds, I turned to my right and left looking for a gap, but I didn't find one either. As the black shadow drew nearer, I had no other choice, I had to climb the gate high enough. I jumped up and down to reach for the sideways mounted iron. The gate creaked as I managed to reach it, I climbed upwards until I reached the tip filled with sharp tapered iron. The black shadow was already at the gate, right below me.
"Oh no ... He was trying to reach me. I have to jump out immediately." I screamed back.
Braaaaac
I jumped out, I walked in limp, fresh red liquid flowing from my left thigh. While behind me, I saw that the gate was starting to open.
SERIATE
Waiting for his likes, comments, and votes.
