Mystery room

Softness Residential

I can't sleep tonight. While Mas Aji and Riko have fallen asleep.

Behind the house I live in now is a field, but there is no access road there because this house is the last house from an alley.

Time shows at 12 p.m. I still can't sleep, I decided to pray hajat.

I walk from the room to the bathroom.

Not yet had time to take ablution, there was a moaning sound from behind the house, the moaning sounded like the voice of a tiger.

I was curious, trying to step foot into the back door.

I opened the door, "kreot.." The white tiger looked at me.

My hair began to bristle, but I still looked at him curiously.

Our distance at that time was about 10 meters. He tried to get closer, I retreated little by little.

I held the door and the door closed.

I rushed back to the bathroom, but the white tiger was already inside.

I was scared and turned towards the room, with quick steps I took.

And it turns... The tiger is now in bed, breaking down. He sleeps between Aji and Riko. With my eyes closed I screamed. My screams were so loud that it made Mas Aji wake up.

"Dec, Deck.., wake up. What's up?" ask Mas Aji. I still did not dare to open my eyes and point towards the bed. Mas Aji was silent for a moment then he asked back, "what is Dek? In bed there is nothing but Riko," said Mas Aji while patting my shoulder.

I opened my eyes and tried to look at the bed.

What Mas Aji said was true, there was nothing but Riko. While crying I told Mas Aji, but Mas Aji did not believe me and said that I was just hallucinating.

I was led by Mas Aji to get on the bed. I sleep in the middle, Mas Ani on the left while Riko on the right.

Maybe because of the exhaustion, Mas Aji also fell asleep again.

Not long ago Riko cried so great and followed by a voice, "hihihihihi.i.," the voice resembled a female voice.

While carrying the crying Riko, I tried to find the source of the voice.

I walk and I don't know why...

while taking Riko who I carried with me I went to the second floor.

One by one I climbed the stairs.

The door was already visible and I opened it. It looks like a dark empty room.

I tried to turn around and the voice sounded again in my ear. While Riko is still crying and getting more and more.

Slowly but surely, I looked back.

My eyes traced the floor and came to a halt when I saw the floating leg.

Little by little I try to see it.

From the feet to the dull white cloth, but my vision did not stop.

I kept tracing his limbs.

Looking at the long hair coming out, I got more curious and I saw him bowing his head. He was silent and soon cried.

Not long after, blood spewed from his limbs, the thick blood dripping little by little soaked the floor.

I retreated, but the door suddenly closed.

I tried to open it, but it was as if someone had locked it from the outside. I immediately fell unconscious.

Mas Aji woke up, he heard the sound of a boy crying. Mas Aji looked to his right and left, but we were not there beside him.

Mas Aji walked from the room, approaching the sound of Riko's crying.

His voice was heard from the second floor.

He walked down the stairs and he was shocked to see me lying on the spot.

Mas Aji directly carried Riko and tried to catch her.

At that time Mas Aji thought maybe I was angry with him and I went to sleep on the second floor.

Without waking me up, Mas Aji took Riko and went downstairs.

Long story...

The next night I couldn't sleep. Just close your eyes but the mind drifts somewhere.

Thirst approached and I set foot out of the room, towards the kitchen.

I opened the fridge and drank cold water, "glue glek glek."

I was silent for a moment because of the bad feeling.

I think there's someone standing in the back. Putting down the bottle and closing the refrigerator slowly, I turned around and saw someone wearing clothes like a swordsman.

We met face to face and he smiled.

With a bit of fear I smiled back and left him.

Not far away I stopped and tried to see the figure.

When I turned around the figure was no longer there.

Next friday keliwon. Right at 2 pm I was frying pastels for a sale tomorrow because I was not working.

Not long after, the figure of the horse-footed woman came again. I was shocked to death and reflexively picked up a newspaper not far from where I was standing.

Paper I burn and I scare him with fire.

While directing the fire, my eyes searched for something and I found salt in the kitchen.

I threw the figure with salt and shouted, "Don't bother me...."

I just focused on throwing it with salt until I couldn't remember the newspaper I burned.

The fire from the newspaper hit my hand and I woke up.

This time I realized that my dream was real.

I saw a hand and there was ashes from a burning newspaper.

I went to the kitchen and it turned out that the pastels I fried in a dream did exist and they were all charred for too long without being lifted. Until the fire started eating the frying pan because it ran out of oil.

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