Kosan Dwellers?

He Started Greeting

"Eh, the top guy at night likes to pull suitcases, huh?"

"Huh? Meanin?"

I was confused by Nana's question. He is the occupant of room 4. The room was to the right from the front of my room.

"The upper room is. If midnight likes to sound like a suitcase wheel being dragged?"

"Want to go home maybe he. Haha."

As I recall, no one in this room carries a suitcase. We carry our clothes in our backpacks. Ala-ala the house child will just run away ✌

"Seriously know. I like to listen. If the night from the upper room likes the sound of 'gredeg-gradeg', like the sound of a suitcase wheel just like that."

"What time's night?" i wonder.

"Night essence. The clock is erratic. The point is that if we're already asleep, and the boarding is quiet, well just heard the sound of the suitcase."

"Huh yeah when people over someone else's turn to sleep he even play suitcases??" i protest.

Nana nodded in agreement.

The sound of a suitcase wheel without anyone having a suitcase?

I don't know what that sound is. Only 'they' know.

***

Tonight I slept in the Rose room, room number 7 at the very end, near the building barrier, because I had to work overtime. My friend is not on campus with me. It was just a coincidence that he also had a duty from his lecturer. For that we stay up together even though our eyes focus on the screen of each laptop.

"Yesterday night, Yani heard someone crying in the clothesline."

I who was typing stopped my hand from hearing the Rose. In this room, Rose lives with Yani, her best friend from High School. And today Yani happened to be coming home, so I can stay the night. The clothesline that Roses mean is the only land in a fairly large boarding area, facing our two-story boarding building. The clothes are stretched with five ropes. Enough to hold all of our clothes.

"Seriously you?"

I was a little bit in disbelief because I just heard Nana's story about her strange experience from the upper room. And tonight I hear it again from the Rose.

"According to Yani, the voice was originally from a clothesline. But it's getting closer. Until the voice finally moved to the door."

"This room door? Crying sounds? Clear?" i'm convincing.

"Yes. Obviously said. Chick, crying. From midnight till dawn."

"Astaghfirullah."

I'm silent. My hair is goosebumps. Just because I imagined it, I was scared.

Women, crying night-night?

You guys know who he is, right?

In the world of 'them', I was most afraid of two of them, namely Pocong and the crying woman, who said people called, Kuntilanak.

Me and Rose have finished their work. We rushed to bed because the time had already shown at 1 pm.

Roses are lucky because they can sleep fast. While I, still imagined the story earlier. I can't sleep.

The night was quiet. The entire host must have fallen asleep. I'm the only one who might still be alone. Until I hear, though,

PLAQUE PLAQUE PLAQUE.

I'm silent. I sharpened my ears to listen more carefully.

PLAQUE PLAQUE PLAQUE.

The voice was clear to me from upstairs.

PLAQUE PLAQUE PLAQUE.

Now I hear you coming down the stairs. That's vivid.

PLAQUE PLAQUE PLAQUE.

The sound is getting closer.

PLAQUE PLAQUE PLAQUE.

Getting close.

PLAQUE PLAQUE PLAQUE

The voice was clearly heard, he stopped right in the clothesline area.

I took a deep breath calming myself which started to panic. I'm silent. I did not wake the rose. Because after the sound stopped in the clothesline, the sound disappeared.

"Plaque plaque."

I have a real sense of what that sound is.

"Plaque plaque."

I have that voice in my mind again.

I shook my head.

If I think positive, just assume that the sound is the upper room child who goes down to dry clothes.

But who would dare to hang his clothes on these nights?

I still catch my breath.

That voice, "Plaque plaque plaque," I know very well, it was the sound of rubber slippers clashing against the ceramic floor.

Can you imagine the sound?

"POST PLAQUE PLAQUE."

It was as if someone wearing rubber slippers, ran from upstairs to the clothesline, in the middle of the night blind.

And I don't want to know whose slipper it is.

But I thought of something, what is it exactly with the clothesline area???