Kosan Dwellers?

Behind the Stairs

That night I slept alone with a rose in my room. Rose is waiting for her roommate, Yani, to come home from her college studytour. My room was closer to the gate for that reason Rose stayed for a while while waiting for her friend to come home. So that when Yani comes, she can rush to open the gate for him.

KLOTEK.

Me and the Rose, who had fallen asleep at about 12pm that night, were reawakened by the sound of a gate that someone knocked down. When we checked out, it turned out to be Yani. Rose returned to her room with Yani.

I was really sleepy at that time. After the Rose came back to the room, I just drop my body on the carpet used Rose sleep earlier. The position is right parallel to the door.

Have you ever heard the myth of what happens when we sleep parallel to the door?

He said, we're going "Overl."

And it's true. I experienced.

SWUUG SWUUG.

Hordeng my room floated in the wind. For then, BRAK, my room door was open.

From there appeared a woman in a short white dress, with shoulder-length hair, flying from the outside approaching me while extending her hands. His fingers were about to strangle me.

My body is trying to wake up.

"God, God, God."

I call his name as I can. And blasssss. I'mawakened.

"Astaghfirullah."

My breaths panting. Not much thought, I immediately moved to the top of the mattress so that it no longer aligned with the door.

But what happened was, "The overlap" had turned into a nightmare. A very clear dream. Until I doubt that what I experienced was a dream or not.

In my dream, I saw myself sleeping comfortably in bed. The clothes I was sleeping in were exactly the clothes I was wearing that night.

Who am I standing here?

What am I staring at this sleeping me?

Is my tribe out of my body?

I don't know for sure. All I know is that I was dreaming. A very clear dream.

In a dream, I was approached by two women in white, long-haired dresses. My right and left arms were held one-on-one by them. It's like I'm the prisoner they're gonna take.

"You're not polite!!" said me.

I just kept quiet because I was confused.

"You've stepped on our elders!!"

The woman spoke with anger.

I was confused by what he said.

Who have I stepped on?

"You have to suffer the consequences!!" said again.

I'm lyrically my body is still asleep. And BRAG. I was thrown out of the room by two women in white dresses. It was as if I was forcibly expelled by them.

"Astahgfirullah."

My breath is back to hunting.

Thank goodness I woke up quickly. What kind of dream is that?

Dream in a dream.

I step on, elder "them"? Who's who??

Perhaps, by accident I had stepped on the elder that "they" called without me seeing. So they came to warn me in a dream.

That's what I can catch.

They're invisible, there's no need to be angry because I don't know either.

But yeah, that's how they are.

They can all see us. But only a few of us can see them.

When you read my story, be careful. Perhaps there are those who watch you quietly behind you.

***

"Later night came to my room. I want to have a birthday celebration together, yeah."

We all agreed, when Leni, occupant of room number 11 upstairs invited us to come to her room later that night after the issue.

We have all experienced, already know that the costs we occupy are increasingly gripping days. Hopefully with us holding njai together, the atmosphere of kosan will return to normal.

***

We're in Leni's room now. The total of us who came there were about a dozen people, including Leni's boyfriend and a friend. He was the one who led the prayer before the meal began.

"Let us pray together, first for Leni's health and happiness, and second for this cosan. Hope everything's okay. Albatiah."

We read Alfatihah's letter together. Continue reading the short letters. There was a creepy atmosphere that I felt at the time. Either because we are teaching simultaneously so that the voice so rumbling, or indeed there are those who do not like what we are doing.

Before long, thank God njai together was done we did. Hopefully after this, the kosan becomes more comfortable. Aamiins.

After that, our event continued with eating dishes that Leni had prepared while chatting casually.

Some of us were in the room, and some were sitting on the outside floor. The door of the room was not closed at that time. There is no limit to meeting each other face to face.

Once again, Leni's room number 11 is at the very end, the right wing of the second-floor building. The stairs are on his left wing.

I sat down to the stairs. While one of my friends, Raya, occupant of room number 10, was sitting facing the stairs.

Until suddenly, though,

"Ih, eta leutik slave," said Raya pointed at my back using Sundanese plainly.

Which means: "Ih, there's a little boy."

The atmosphere was immediately silent. Those of us who were talking stopped our conversation.

"Who?" I asked already with fear.

"That's a little boy emerging from Windi's Tea room."

I'm goosebumps. At that time Teh Windi was returning home. The door to his room was clearly locked. Windi Tea Room number 8, right next to the stairs.

We all looked in the direction Raya pointed out. There's nobody there.

"So a little boy just popped his head. Glancing here. Keep going in again." Raya explained still with her plain face, more precisely plain because of the shock.

We were all scared of him. At the time after we taught, they still dare to appear.

Could they be getting more distracted?