Kosan Dwellers?

What Sound Is That?

The story of the Bungsu, has reached my ears intact. And that's enough to make me a coward all night.

I am a coward. But I don't know what makes me still like to listen to stories or watch horror movies. According to one friend, watching a horror movie was of no benefit at all. And right thinking too. What are the benefits of watching horror movies?

For me, horror movies are just for adrenaline. A film that tells about the cause of a house can be haunted, people who were killed and then swaying. Yes, horror movies are actually monotonous and predictable storyline. But whatever it is, horror stories do have their own place in the hearts of listeners and readers.

Like you guys for example. Thank you for stopping by to read my story. This story, really my true story when I was a boarding boy. And I'm sure, you guys who have also been boarding children, must have their own stories while there, right?

My story, please take the good, and don't copy the bad. Who believes thank you. And that is not, please read it as knowledge or entertainment. Okay well? ✌

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BRAKKKK !!!

A very loud voice suddenly sounded in the middle of the night. I saw the clock, it was 11 p.m. My heart was beating fast.

"What sound was that?"

Her voice was clearly coming from in front of my room. I wanted to check it out, wondering what was there. But I'm scared. I finally sent an SMS to Lisa's tea.

📨 'Tea, already sleeping?'

Thank God Lisa tea immediately reply. He hasn't slept.

📨 'Not yet, Vi''

We exchanged SMS messages.

📨 'Tea, just heard a loud bang no?'

📨 'Yes Vi, listen. It seems from in front of your room, huh?'

📨 'Yes, Tea. Let's see yuk. We're out together. I'm scared'

📨 'OK'

CZECH.

The sound of Lisa's tea room door handel is heard. Lisa's tea sign is coming out. I followed him immediately too.

Me and Lisa's tea came out at the same time. And ...

(Note: Asbestos is a kind of roof/tile, but made of thin cement it loh. Hope you guys know what asbestos is 🙏 Because I'm also confused how to fix it, hehe)

I looked at that piece of asbestos. The cut is neat, as cut with a cutting tool.

"It looks like there's a cat that fell on this asbestos," Lisa's tea said second-guessing.

But I don't agree. If the asbestos is broken because of the cat, the pieces will not be as neat as this. And there was absolutely no sound of cat eongan heard from earlier.

Then who?

After our curiosity was answered, we decided to go into each other's rooms.

Now I think, why didn't I sleep in Lisa's tea room? Wouldn't that be safer?

But that night we slept in our own rooms.

Me?

As always. Can't go straight to sleep. I fear. But somehow I used to dare to be in the room alone even though the situation was gripping.

For me first, the most important thing is that in one room there are other rooms that are inhabited. And that night there was Lisa's tea. That night there were only the two of us on the first floor, and one more person on the second floor. In total we were only three among the eleven rooms.

***

The next morning, I opened the door slowly. And thank God the asbestos is still there. I'm relieved because last night wasn't a hallucination.

I asked the occupants of room 8 about the loud noise last night. But he answered,

"Well, I don't know. I didn't hear. Maybe I've slept well."

I'm thinking again. My room and room number 8 are facing each other. The difference is only in the floor. I'm first floor, and he's second floor.

Last night's voice was really loud. Like a heavy object dropped from above hitting the floor, BUMMMM.

Naturally, as soon as he slept, he would wake up in shock. But the occupants of room number 8 did not hear it.

So, was the loud noise just aimed at me and Lisa's tea?