Horror Story' S (A Mystic Collection Of Real Stories)

Horror Story' S (A Mystic Collection Of Real Stories)
39. A scary story after work.



[Mr Shanti today entered noon ya ] message from my Boss went into my phone.


[Oprepared Boss ] My reply.


I work in a laundry in the suburbs. The distance of the house to the laundry is quite far about 1.5 kilometers. My working hours in the laundry are two shifs. Shif morning from eight in the morning to five in the afternoon, shif noon at 11 noon to eight in the evening. Laundry clerk is just me, if I go in the morning after the boss who guards. If I go in the morning the boss is guarding. I worked eight months at the laundry.


At 11pm I was getting ready to go to work. I took out my butut bike and then I ran away from home to the laundry where I worked.


" Sun Mas Boss", greet me when I get to the laundry.


" Eh Shanti's. Sori ya Ma'am I'll tell Mbak Shanti if mbak Shanti I told her to come in at noon, this morning because my son would tell me if there is a meeting at school later at one noon ", said Mas Bowo.


" It's okay, Mom. I don't even have a show ", I said.


" Yes, I went home first, ma'am ".


" Okay heart in the way of Mas boss ".


Bowo rushed out of the laundry. After Bowo, I rushed to do my job as a laundry employee, namely washing, drying and ironing laundry customers' clothes. Until it did not feel the clock has shown at 06:30 pm I also rested. My work for today is also done. Suddenly it rained down hard.


" Well it's raining I don't bring a raincoat anymore" I muttered.


Occasionally lightning strikes add to the atmosphere to be gripping.


PINGING..


I heard my phone ringing. I quickly opened my phone screen. There's a message from Ma'am Leva, Mas Bowo's wife.


[Well, isn't it raining there?] ask Ma'am Leva.


[Yes it rained heavily ] My reply.


[Close it, Ma'am. If it rains like this usually no customer comes to the laundry. Shanti's mom brought a raincoat, didn't she? If not bring it in the drawer ironing table there is a raincoat in use only than Mbak Shanti can not go home ] reply Mbak Levi.


[Okay Ma'am thanks] I reply.


I immediately opened the drawer on the ironing table. Surely there's a raincoat in it. I rushed to close the laundry. After believing all the electricity was dead I immediately closed the rolling door.


Heavy rain gini I did not dare to spur my motorcycle with a rather high speed, afraid to fall because of slippery road and my motorcycle tire has been deforested has not been changed. It looks like the streets are so quiet there are only one or two motorcycles passing by. When I got to a junction, I pulled my motorbike over. Usually if it does not rain the streets are crowded and I turn left, passing the cemetery in the middle of the bamboo tree garden. But tonight there were no vehicles passing, people who usually pass by and even hang out in front of the house along the alley was not visible stem nose.


" With this highway or turn the alley continues through the cemetery huh ?" ask myself.


If straight through the highway is quite the distance, faster through the cemetery alley.


" Away through here is Bismillah" I murmured. Then I pulled my gas motor turn left. As I was about to pass through the grave, my motorbike felt heavy. The sound of an owl coming from the grave. Usually, if you hear an owl in the cemetery, it is a sign that there are ghosts hanging out. My hair stood up, I felt goosebumps. Sure enough when passing through the front of the grave fence my gaze was accidentally staring into the grave. There was a pocong standing looking at me.


" po..Po..pocong!!" hisisku.


I'll run my bike as fast as I can. But fate.. Motor slipped. I fell off the bike.


" O Allah wear all falling events !" curse me.


I hurried to get up. I picked up my bike and rushed up. While telling Kamit I drove my bike away from that place.


Ten minutes later I arrived home. My body hurts and my legs hurt. I cleaned myself up and treated my scuffed leg.


[Loh fell where is Ma'am?] ask Mas Bowo.


I haven't had time to reply to a message from my boss, Mas Bowo has called. I also told you about the incident I experienced earlier.


" Next time if it rains and is quiet do not le at the grave again Mbak ", said Mas Bowo.


" Yes Mas. "Call me, I said.


"Yes tomorrow Ma'am Shanti did not go to work first ".


" Yes, thank you, Mas ".


" yes. Yes, I closed the phone first ".


" Yes, it is ".


Then the call ended.


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Two days later..


" Sun Mas Bowo", greet me as usual when I arrive at the laundry.


" Have you healed yet?" ask Mas Bowo.


" Thank you already ".


I went into the laundry.


" I closed at five" yesterday, said Mas Bowo.


" Loh tumben's? "


" Yes two days ago after the magrib meatball stall next door was closed. At that time I was going to the bathroom, Miss Shanti knew I wasn't in the bathroom see what?" ask Mas Bowo.


" It must be a pocong", said Ku.


" yes. How did Shanti know?"


" Tuh the meatball employees who said the bathroom was there pocongnya. Frequently appearing to meatball employees every Tuesday or Friday night. But often the tomb of Friday Kliwon. That's why if I want to pee at night, I hold it. If I can't stand it I'm hitching a ride to Padang's satay stall rather than to the bathroom" I said as I pointed at Padang's satay stall across the street.


" Yes it was out of fear yesterday that I closed at five" Mas Bowo said.


I also chuckled.


" It's a big serem mama".


Twelve o'clock in the afternoon, Mas Bowo went home. Before returning home, Mas Bowo had talked to me if another month his stall contract was up and Mas Bowo was no longer an extension because he wanted to go home. He and his wife want to live there and I retire as Mas Bowo's employee. But Bowo is a very nice guy.


NB: This is the author's own story. This incident was a natural author in 2016. Until now even if you remember the pocong likes to fear itself he he he he. Sorry for my loyal readers, from yesterday the story update night continues because it is very busy. Want to take a vacation first nulisnya but unfortunately, afraid of the readers disappointed. Thank you for reading my story to chapter 39. Please criticize and advise yes, thank you.


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