Horror Thread
Chapter 22: Overtime Horror
2015 Years. Although it was Sunday, Mas Putra was forced to come to the office this morning for overtime. There is a deadline that he must complete immediately, which is to complete the end of the year material.
He was asked by his supervisor to immediately compile a summary of all projects that were rolling over this year, make a valid summary based on the data, convert it into a presentation file, and, then present it to all ranks at the end of the year. And honestly, this is not easy. The son needs full concentration to finish it. Because if it's a little wrong, it will definitely raise questions. And everyone who will see his presentation later, could have given a bad judgment.
The time has now shown at 9 a.m. Mas Putra just arrived at the office parking lot. It only took him about 10 minutes, from his home in coconut ivory, to get here. And after parking the motorbike, Mas Putra was galloping towards building A, the first building in the area of this office complex.
Given that this was Sunday, as far as the eye could see, Mas Putra could only see the deserted area of the complex, which if on an ordinary day, would be impossible to see such a scene. If on a normal day, all corners of the complex must have been crowded by people passing by, the parking area must have been filled with vehicles. But now, Mas Putra could only find a handful of people there. Including, the security that guards his office. After walking about 100 meters, Mas Putra arrived also in front of the office entrance. There, he greeted each other with security. Afterwards, Mas putra started walking in and galloping up the stairs towards the 2nd floor.
For information, Mas Putra works in the 2nd floor office. Where the floor plan 2 itself has 2 sides, namely the left and right. The left side is dedicated to the board of directors. While the right side is intended specifically for staff and supervisors. Because Mas Putra is currently working as a staff, when he arrived on the 2nd floor, he began to walk towards the right side. Not to forget, he issued his ID card as access to open the office entrance. After the door opened, Mas Putra went inside with relaxed footsteps.
When Mas Putra walked to his desk at the end, he had swept a view of the entire room. The atmosphere there was completely quiet and silent. There is no one but himself. In fact, the 2nd floor security post, which if on an ordinary day is guarded by one person, currently the post looks empty as well.
The quiet and quiet atmosphere was not enough to get there. The silent and piercing Eve was even more so, when Mas Putra saw this room whose condition was quite dark. Lighting lights deliberately turned off, the curtains also block the sunlight that wants to enter the office, until finally creating a dim atmosphere that is rather horror. But knowing what to do, Mas Putra began to approach one corner of the room, then pressed many switches there to make the lights start one by one. Instantly, the room that was previously dark, now instantly turned bright. After turning on the lights, Mas Putra walked back to his desk at the end.
The staff room where Mas Putra works is quite large. Cubical models or table dividers between the employees themselves, consisting of 6 rows, each row is adjusted to their respective departments. While at the ends of the sides of the bulkhead, there is a glass room measuring 4x4 meters that is intended for managers. So that the performance of the employees can be directly monitored by each manager.
After arriving at his desk, Mas Putra pulled out a chair and began to sit down. He turned on the computer there. When the computer is turned on, as usual, Mas Putra will tune music on his computer when he works alone, the reason, to give additional spirit. After all the needs are complete, he began to compile the material.
Still focused on his work, Mas Putra began to feel uncomfortable now. He felt, like someone was watching him from the right end there, the room belonged to his manager, although he knew at this time the office only existed. My son began to be suspicious. Moreover, he knew, that the office where he worked, was a location that often occult activities in it.
Indeed, the Son himself has never felt it directly. But he often heard the news from his co-workers, especially from seniors. Senior Mas Putra often said, that office waiters are indeed quite jail, no matter day or night, as long as the office is quiet, then they will start to disturb. And unfortunately, Mas Putra started thinking about it at this time.
Along with his premonition earlier, about the figure watching him at the end there, the fur Iuduk Mas Putra began to stand, his body became goosebumps because of it. The air conditioner air conditioner there also feels a little different, being cold and quiet. Curious about his premonition, Mas Putra also intended to prove it himself, then quickly, he turned his head towards the end there. But, he didn't find anyone. Looking to the left and right many times, he still did not find anyone. And in his solitude, the Son muttered, "Houh! I feel like I did it again, huh?" he said with a feeling of wonder. The sound of music was even bigger to break his bad premonition.
And again, Mas Putra again felt there was a figure who noticed him at the end there when focusing on composing material. Still storing a sense of wonder, just the sound of falling goods was heard. Putra turned his head, and found a pile of maps had fallen to the floor. The exact same location on the other end was right in the room of his manager, who also felt there was a figure watching him from there. Feeling surprised, Mas Putra approached the location to check directly. But he found no one there, the room was completely empty, there was only a map that was scattered on the floor. After tidying up the falling items, Mas Putra walked back to his desk with a feeling of anxiety.
The time is now at half 11 a.m. For a long time these disturbances no longer exist, as if implying that the surrounding situation has returned to normal. No more bad feelings or things that just fall by themselves. The progress of the material that Mas Putra stacking also rose quite significantly, initially so. But while focusing on making the diagram, Mas Putra began to hear the sound of a child laughing amusedly. His voice did sound faint, but he was sure it was coming from not far away.
Suddenly, Mas Putra immediately swept his gaze around, with the intention of looking for where the voice came from. After a good look, his eyes were fixed back to the end table, the same location as the fallen items earlier.
As he watched his manager's room carefully from the chair, Mas Putra looked at a small child's head as if playing cilukba from behind a table. Although at a glance, Mas Putra was sure that he had just seen the face of a small child, whose figure disappeared quickly under the table. Even more mystical Eve gripping, when Mas Putra heard the sound of laughter again the little boy. Of course that just made him paranoid now. To break his fear, the volume of music was even greater up to the maximum point.
Although the effect was only a little, but the sound of music there was enough to reduce the fear in his mind. But as if not to lose, the sound of the laughter of the little boy was even louder. In fact, the origin of his voice has now moved to the workroom in front of Mas Putra.
As the laughter of the little boy moved, the atmosphere there also became chaotic. My son started to get confused and scared at the same time. Even in shock, just to move his hands or feet, he felt unable, as if his body was frozen in place.
Not even enough to just hear a mysterious laugh, Mas Putra also saw the face of the little boy, from behind the cubical work desk opposite him. Unlike the previous moment which was only as great as it was, at this moment, the Putra mas saw the face of the little boy in full. His figure who was playing cilukba at the moment, clearly looked very scary to him. A child of about 5 years old with a pale face, bangs straight to the eyebrows, with eyeballs that are all black.
Without any more ba-bi-bu, Mas Putra immediately ran away to the exit. Along with Mas Putra who ran away, the giggling voice of the little boy was heard getting louder. In fact, there was also the sound of a table that seemed to be accidentally stepped on, his voice moved from one table to another, as if a child was running around jumping over the workbench there to pursue Mas Putra.
In a gripping condition, bad luck actually befalls mas Putra. He forgot, if the exit can only be opened by accessing it using an employee ID card. While the card is his own ID, it is left on the desk. In a narrow and tense condition, with perfunctory courage, Mas Putra strengthens his heart. Intending to return to his desk at the other end, he intends to take his ID card, as he knows, breaking down the door will only be in vain.
But, when he turned back, the sound of laughter and the steps of the little boy just disappeared. Seeing it as an opportunity, Mas Putra immediately ran towards his desk. After getting the ID card, he immediately ran back to the exit, without thinking about turning off the music or taking his briefcase. The most important thing for him is now just one, get out of there as fast as possible, mumpung the figure of the little boy does not exist, at least Mas Putra thought so. Later, as he ran towards the exit, he turned his head to his manager's room and found that the little boy was standing on the roof ceiling. Yes, the little boy with the apparition, was standing on the roof ceiling with his head hanging down. When the son caught him, the little boy laughed again.
After successfully exiting the office, Mas Putra rushed towards the security post that was outside. With a panicked face while running around, a security guard there asked Mas Putra, "What's wrong?"
With a sigh, Mas Putra also began to tell everything he experienced just now by saying, "In-in-on the 2nd floor. Pake blue shirt, pants short red color like an SD child. His eyes are all black sir." Said Mas Putra confessing breathlessly.
Instead of responding in a panic, the security guard replied casually, "Itumah is common. If the holidays are quiet like gini, they like to look at themselves. Most often, small children who like to wave their hands from the glass of the building. In fact, there have been those who called to the post, but when lifted, only the sound of a child laughing giggling. Probably the same as I just saw." Said the security guard casually.
Hearing the explanation of the security guard just now, Mas Putra became increasingly convinced that indeed the figure of the child was definitely not his hallucination alone. Then to the security guard, Mas Putra again said, "Sir, please help me to the 2nd floor again. I forget the same bag of my stuff over there."
But subtly, the security guard replied, "Sorry mas, I don't dare either. Usually, the child's demons often appear in the morning or afternoon. If you want, go home first. Go there again in the afternoon. In the afternoon, it's usually safe." Said the security guard based on his experience so far.
Mas Putra immediately refuted it by saying, "Yaaa? Hape the same key my motor is in the bag. I can't go home either."
And convincingly, the security guard said, "Yaudah, I orderin ojek online aja mas. I thought I was a gapapa, than I went in there. Later in the afternoon, let the next shift that anterin mas go there."
Agreeing with the suggestion, the security guard began ordering online ojek via his mobile phone. Shortly thereafter, the ordered motorcycle arrived. After saying thank you to the security guard, the ojek that was boarded by Mas Putra began to drive.
And when the afternoon was stretched, Mas Putra returned to his office with a friend. Arriving there, Mas Putra immediately asked for help, to the security guard who had just changed shifts with the previous one to the 2nd floor, without saying the horror incident this morning to the security guard.
When the two of them were already on the 2nd floor, Mas Putra opened the entrance with his ID card. And as he walked to the end, he found that his desk was already so messy. The maps, which were previously neatly lined up on the table, are now seen strewn beneath the floor. In fact, the computer on his desk is still in hibernation.
With the help of the security guard, Mas Putra began to clean up the scattered items. When they finished, the two of them galloped out of the room. When he was in the security post, then Mas Putra told the security guard about what he experienced this morning. Even the security guard did not overreact, maybe he was used to that kind of thing. And thanks to today's horror, the Putra mas also kapok if you have to work overtime alone in the office.
END.
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