GHOST VILLAGE

SECTION 94: CHASED BY THE SPIRIT

Out of the tiger's mouth, into the crocodile's mouth. That proverb deserves to describe how I felt at the time. Imagine, after being chased by the spirit of Tari, I had to face a man with a celurit in his hand, let alone the expression of his face was very unfriendly, as if he was going to eat me round and round.

"Well, you're in the lab? Shouldn't you have been home since?" snapped Mr. Mat with a loud voice.

"M-m-sorry, Sir. I am serving punishment from Mr. Rengga for not participating in congregational prayers. I was given the punishment to clean this room," I stammered.

"You think I'll believe your bullshit. I saw that you weren't cleaning this room, but you were running scared. Surely you realize my presence, so you rush to run outside," said Mr. Mat still with a raised voice.

"I swear, Sir. That I was actually cleaning this room because I was punished by Mr. Rengga. I didn't steal anything from this room" I replied with confidence.

"Well, while I believe your words, tomorrow I will confirm your statement by asking directly to Rengga," replied the school's errand boy.

"Pak Mat calls Mr Rengga as mas?" I ventured to ask.

"Yes, why? Before he became a teacher at this school, I had known well the parents of Mas Rengga. So, I think of him more as my own son than as my boss" replied Mr. Mat.

"Ooo .. so?" my answer.

"Regarding that thing. I want you to come back inside. I want to make sure that nothing inside is lost or damaged. If there is none, then you can go home. But, if you lie, then be prepared to accept sanctions from the school" said Mr. Mat.

Mr. Mat stepped into the room while carrying his sharp celurit. I deliberately gave room to Mr. Mat to be able to pass, after that I followed behind Mr. Mat, into the room.

When Mr. Mat and I were already in the room, Mr. Mat spread his eyes around the room. Maybe he was checking the whole room. I still continued to tail behind him when the front door suddenly slammed hard, probably from being blown away by the wind.

By reflex I looked back at the tightly shut door. I suddenly remembered the incident that happened to me earlier.

"P-sir, the door is closed by itself" I cried as I turned back toward Mr. Mat. I was surprised because there was no one in the position of Mr. Mat standing earlier. Even now I hear someone's laughter.

"He he he ... the door is closed, you are confused," said the person who turned out to be Mr. Mat. He is now not standing in front of me anymore, but rather some distance to the right, near the statue of a human skull for the Biological practicum.

"Did Mr Mat bring the key?" my many.

"It was only closed because it was blown by the wind. So there is no need for a key to open it" replied Mat.

"Is that so, sir?" I just don't believe it.

"I have memorized all the rooms in this school" replied Mr. Mat reassuring me.

I can't possibly tell you about the closed door incident myself, let alone tell her about the appearance of Dance.

"Sir, have you finished checking this room? Can I go home?" ask me to vent.

"Okay, it seems like there are no lost or damaged items. At least I do not find it now, but tomorrow I will still confirm to Mas Rengga. Be prepared to bear the punishment, if you are proven to be lying" replied Mr. Rengga.

"I'm going home, sir?" my peek.

I walked to the door and pulled the doorknob. Sure enough, once pull the door open inside. I left Mr. Mat in that room alone. I walked through the corridor to the parking lot. It turns out that even during the day, if there are no people, my school is a scary atmosphere. I did not dare to pass in front of the music room because it was still imagined by the incident a few days ago. I prefer to pass the path near the main gate to go to my bicycle parking lot. It turns out that in the parking lot there is only my only bicycle. Lidya and Cindy's bikes are no longer there, meaning they're home first.

I immediately got on my bike pedal and pedaled him to leave school. When I got to the main gate, I somehow felt like there was a pair of eyes watching me from inside the school, but I don't know who that person was.

I kept pedaling my bike quickly left school to get rid of the fear I was feeling. It turns out that riding a bike at a high enough speed provides a sense of comfort for the rider. The head feels cold and fresh. The breeze felt into the crown of my head. What a real pleasure, riding a bike like that.

While enjoying the atmosphere on the road, I suddenly saw a strange sight across the street.

"Yes God. Wasn't that the wandering grandmother that was bothering me at the time?" I thought in my heart.

Having found such a reality, I hastened my bicycle. The beginning was already fast, this time even faster. I finally managed to get away from my grandmother. However, I still maintained my speed to stay high in order to survive the disturbance of the wandering grandmother. However, my guess turned out to be wrong. When I had managed to overtake the wandering grandmother earlier, suddenly in front of me again appeared the wandering grandmother again, still across the street with her face behind me.

"Oh my God, why did he show up again?" I scream in my heart.

I again accelerated my bicycle paddling my grandmother before, until I managed to overtake her. And this time I've reached the ramp where Tari was accidentally hit. My eyes again combed through the space across the street, who knows the wandering grandmother appeared there again. Thank goodness it didn't show up again. It turned out that my guess was wrong, the wandering grandmother did not appear across the street, but this time the wandering grandmother appeared a few meters in front of me with her face facing towards me.

"Yahoooooo!!!!" I shouted loudly in surprise at the sudden presence of the wandering grandmother.

At that moment I was at a very high speed on my bike. And the appearance of the wandering grandmother in front of me was certainly very surprising to me. I swiftly swooped my front tire so as to avoid colliding with the wandering grandmother. And my bike kept speeding away from that place to my house.

Along the way, I kept praying that the wandering grandmother would not chase me home. Even though the wandering grandmother proved not to be chasing me anymore, but I still continued to pedal my bike hard because I was still afraid that she would suddenly appear again in front of me.

"Why should you come after me anyway, Grandma?" my protest in my heart.

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