KKN (Lecture on Horror Work)

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The dark night atmosphere where the sky is dark and cloudy without any moonlight. The wind blew loudly, sending out a frightening sound of hissing through the swaying trees. The moonlight began to faintly be seen, giving a touch of mystery to this night.

Mr. Arman, Agus, Bara and Rega and Indra they are still on guard.

While Tika and bi Atun sleep near them.

Smoke and coffee accompanied them that night.

"Oh yes, Mr. Arman. Where are my wife and kids?"

"My wife and son also decided to leave this village. Once things calm down, I'll pick them up."

"Oh so. Then with this incident will the villagers leave this village, will they move?" ask Rega.

"I don't know either. If they choose to leave this village then forever this village will not be inhabited, if the original residents just do not want to occupy the village, this is let alone newcomers."

Mr. Arman breathed his long breath.

"Have you ever reported to the government ?"

"There used to be project workers who wanted to build roads here. Building new schools and schools. However, all just the discourse.the development was never realized."

"Yes in modern times I also wonder why this village is as untouched by modern technology, even though many villages are left behind and further with the capital. However, there is still development.while in this village....."

"Yes, you know if we go to the district city to shop, they will call our village a ghost village, maybe that's why no one wants to be a teacher here."

"Why is that, sir?"

"That's it."

Blup.. suddenly the house lights off.

Tika who realized immediately got up and close with her friends.

They were all shocked by the lights that suddenly went off.

In the midst of the darkness, there was the sound of slow but clear footsteps. The sound was getting closer, making their heartbeats even faster. The tension grew as the sound of the move stopped right in front of the door. Suddenly, the door opened by itself, revealing the gripping darkness within.

In that darkness, there was an invisible shadow. Only a vague silhouette was visible. However, it was enough to cause a deep fear. The sound of heavy and hoarse breathing sounded, sending out a spine-chilling chill.

They all froze to death throwing eyes at each other in the gripping darkness.

Only the sound of footsteps could be heard, getting closer and closer quickly. Fear increasingly filled the air, making gasping for breath and sweaty hands. They all embrace each other.

Instantly, there was an ear-piercing scream.

Help u! they all closed their ears because the sound was like a shrill in their ears.

The voice was filled with fear and despair. Suddenly, the voice disappeared just like that, leaving a terrifying silence.

In the enveloping darkness, there was the sound of footsteps drifting away.

Blup.. The lights are back on. They all can only look at each other.

That happened so quickly. But able to make them feel horrified as they are in another dimension.

The atmosphere was still gripping only the sound of their heartbeat was still irregular, each silent did not dare to make a sound.

"What sound is that sir?" ask Rega in a whisper.

Mr. Arman shook his head.

"It looks like a child's voice."

Among the silence, there were again the sound of footsteps of people who walked toward the house of Mr. Arman.

Hua hua Pak Karim and Pak Karto arrived in front of their house with pale blue faces.

They went in, without greeting them first.

"Hua hua, Mr. Arman I can no longer survive in this village," complained Mr. Karto with breath gasping.

"What's the matter?" mr. Arman pretended not to know.

"Sir, when I took a shower I saw the water room in my bathroom turned red. Not only that sir, I saw the head float in my bathtub. I cried hysterically until I fainted and upon realizing that I decided to come here" explained Mr. Karto.

Their faces looked increasingly tense.

"I too sir, while I was cooking I was laughing sir. In my house there is no one. When I was eating noodles, suddenly my noodles turned into hair with red sauce."

"I immediately ran to the house of Mr. Karto and it turns out that Mr. Karto fainted. I woke him up and we decided to run here."

The two people looked so frightened, especially when it was past midnight.

"It seems we're all exhausted. What if we change our sleep." Mr. Arman switched the conversation to avoid anything unwanted again.

"Because we are men there are 7 of us for two" proposed Mr. Arman.

"Yes I slept first yes, my body hurts like in the stun earlier," said Indra.

"Hooh me too, I lemes really passed out earlier," Agus chimed.

"Yes, Bara, Rega you're sleeping too. Let me, Mr. Karim and Mr. Karto stand guard."

"No, sir, I'm strong" said Rega.

"It's okay."

Rega just remembered if their mobile phone can rotate the mortal Qur'an.

Rega also rotated the murotal Qur'an and since Mortal Al Qur'an in sound. They can only sleep well and no longer experience interference.

***

The next morning they all woke up. Probably because of fatigue. It was also because they heard the noise of motorbikes, and rickshaws.

They woke up at the same time as the sun began to rise

"Astaghfiullah!" Rega glanced at the phone that ran out of power. He glanced at the wall clock.

"It's nine in the morning."

Rega built it all. Including Mr. Arman and the two village devices.

They also rushed to shower one by one in line. At 11pm they left for the location where they were to teach.

In between Arman's men, they walked down a country road.

The roads in the village began to be crowded.

But it is not a citizen activity, but there are several motorcycles that are pacing back and forth on the road.

"Well sir, it looks like the citizens have arrived. Hopefully they will stay here" Agus said

Mr. Arman observes the passing motors.

"It's like they're not citizens here, I don't know any of them and the people here don't have motorcycles."

"Who are they then?" ask Rega.

Moments later, a small excavator was spotted, passing through the road

"It doesn't look like there's a project being built by the government."

"Regulatory project development? but it's impossible if the government project is done without my permission as the village chief here."

"Yes, who are they?" ask them all.

Who are they?