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

04 Meet people who have died.

Mr. Harjo is a 40-year-old man who works as a parking attendant at a sewing supplies store. He parked with his partner, Pak Mijan.

Today the clock shows at half-nine p.m., usually Mr. Harjo and Mr. Mijan returned to the parking lot at half-seven p.m., but because the rain fell heavily, the two men took shelter first in front of the equipment store sew.

" The rain did not subside. Kasian my wife must be waiting for me to come home" murmured Mr. Harjo.

" Go home to Har. If it rains like this tomorrow morning it will be red" said Mr. Mijan.

" Comeon. Instead of not coming home" said Mr. Harjo.

Then the two of them went hand in hand under the rain just with their respective jackets. Arriving at the crossroads of the village the two men say goodbye because it is different directions. Mr. Mijan turned west while Mr. Harjo went east.

" Just got Har home?" ask Someone.

Mr. Harjo turned his head and smiled at Mr. Kirman. Mr. Kirman also walked on the right side of Mr. Harjo.

" Yes, sir was sheltering first, even the rain did not subside", said Mr. Harjo.

" Aren't you carrying an umbrella?"

Harjo shook his head.

" Tomorrow when you go to the parking lot with Har's umbrella. The weather is now unpredictable. It was suddenly raining during the hot afternoon ".

" Yes sir. By the way, where is Kirman going?" ask Mr. Harjo.

" This is going to Bu Atmo's stall room" replied Mr. Kirman.

" I also want to stop by the stall Bu Atmo want to buy cigarettes. Then let's pack us together to go there ".

Sir Kirman nodded.

Not how long the Bu Atmo stall was visible.

" We've arrived..." Mr. Harjo did not continue his words because Mr. Kirman was no longer behind him.

" Where is Mr Kirman? the feeling was running behind me", murmured Mr. Harjo.

" Ah it's possible that Mr. Kirman stopped by first where it is ", murmured Mr. Harjo again.

Mr. Harjo went into Bu Atmo's stall.

" Mum the cigarette is a pack yes. Cigarettes are usually ", said Mr. Harjo.

Bu Atmo nodded then took a cigarette in the storefront and handed it to Mr. Harjo.

" Just got Har home?" ask Bu Atmo.

" Yes Ma'am. Kok tumben front seat of the empty stall. Usually there are Atmo sir sitting there with young people hanging out while playing guitar" said Mr. Harjo while handing over money to Bu Atmo.

Bu Atmo received money from Pak Harjo then put it in his negligee pocket.

" Loh, you didn't hear from anyone who died Har? Mr. Atmo's the same kid hanging out at Mr. Kirman's house" said Mr. Atmo.

" Who died, ma'am?" ask Mr. Harjo.

" Mr. Kirman died earlier during a heart attack" Ms. Atmo said.

Mr. Harjo who heard the name of Mr. Kirman was immediately shocked until the cigarette pack in his hand fell to the floor.

" Pak Kirman died?" ask Mr. Harjo not to believe it.

" Yes Har Pak Kirman died. Why are you like a scared person ?" ask Bu Atmo.

Mr. Harjo hurried to pick up his falling cigarette and put it in his pants pocket.

" Mrs Atmo's not kidding, right?" ask Mr. Atmo. He still does not believe in the words of Ms. Atmo.

" What is Har doing I'm kidding? Mr. Kirman really died ", said Ms. Atmo.

" iissshh what the hell are you Har don't want to tell me dong" replied Ms. Atmo.

" I didn't want to nakutin ma'am it was true that I met Mr. Kirman at the crossroads. He said he wanted to come here so I took them with all of you but until here Mr. Kirman was not behind me" said Mr. Harjo.

" Seriously you're Har?"

" Seriously Ma'am, I swear!!" said Mr. Harjo really.

" Duh has become goosebumps all over my body. You are Har nakut nakutin ", said Bu Atmo while holding his nape.

" It's not my intention to want to nakutin ma'am but I'm talking the truth. That's why when Bu Atmo said Mr. Kirman died I was immediately surprised that he walked with me here" said Pak Harjo.

" It's already.You're done, right buy it in my shop? If it is finished please go home ", said Bu Atmo while shaking his hand.

" It also wants to go home ", said Mr. Harjo with a smile. After saying goodbye, Pak Harjo passed from Bu Atmo.

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Tok.dok..

" Mother.mother.", Mr. Harjo called his wife while knocking on the door.

Sumi rushed to open the door.

" What time did you just get home, sir?" ask Sumi.

" Iya Bu was waiting for the rain to subside a bit but it did not subside" said Mr. Harjo.

" So mother wanted to follow the father bring an umbrella but Santo was a bit fussy not to stay" said Bu Sumi.

" Yes ma'am, it's okay. Why is Santo so fussy? ", ask Mr. Harjo.

" Mom doesn't know either sir. After the magrib Santo was fussy. oh yes Sir was the magrib Mr. Kirman died of a heart attack. Tomorrow you do not park first yes we visit Mr. Kirman's house ", said Ms. Sumi.

Mr. Harjo nodded.

" Yes, you changed your clothes first there so as not to catch a cold" said Sumi.

Mr. Harjo rushed to the room to change clothes.

Finished changing clothes, Pak Harjo sat on the bedroom cot.Tak long after that, Bu Sumi approached her husband.

" Mommy had come home from the parking lot and I wanted to buy cigarettes in Bu Atmo's stall. On the road you meet Mr. Kirman ", said Mr. Harjo.

Then Mr. Harjo also told the incident in his nature earlier to Bu Sumi.

" We just pray that Mr. Kirman's spirit is calm there Mr. ", said Ms. Sumi.

Mr. Harjo just nodded.

" His tea was drunk first pack a cold hunt" said Ms Sumi.

Mr. Harjo then started sipping his tea while talking to Ms. Sumi.

The wall clock shows at half twelve in the evening. Mr. Harjo who saw that Bu Sumi was already sleepy then invited his wife to sleep.

" Mommy we sleep yuk. Tomorrow we must go to Mr. Kirman's house ", said Mr. Harjo.

" Yes, sir, I am also sleepy" said Ms. Sumi.

Then the couple went to sleep. Shortly afterwards a soft snoring from the mouths of Pak Harjo and Bu Sumi signaled they had fallen asleep.

(THAT IS )

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NB: The above story was experienced by his father Author around the 80s. There are many more horror stories to read in the next chapter. Happy next story, guys...