Not Indigo
Childhood 1
My name is Tari, I had a little bit of a childhood just like other little friends, that is, love to play and make friends.
I want to tell you a little story in my childhood that several times found things that people say horror or mystical, even though as you and as I remember,I am not an indigo child who is said to be able to see invisible apparitions, but maybe it has been my fortune that these creatures want to show themselves.
there are some events that I experienced, the first story, in my village when I was a child, at night like to gather children my age who play on the street in front of the house.there are playing hide and seek, there are,play andong, play galah, sort of. well, I choose to play andong with some of my friends who are 1-2 years older than me,and indeed our bodies that play andong this big or bongsor.
this game is usually played by 5 to 10 children, because sometimes like alternating.tools are used only with a piece of sarong.in this game each group will bring 1 person from another group who lost at the game of hompimpa to an unknown place,the passenger was transported in a glove with his eyes closed and he did not know where to take him.
Coincidentally beside my house there is a yard in which there are 2 pieces of stilt houses or wooden houses that one of the houses is empty,it is not occupied and there are 1 special house that is used as a warehouse to store crops such as corn and rice. Under the warehouse building, because the building is rather high than others, because the building is quite high,made baruga as a place to sit and chat with family or friends.then behind the buildings there are a lot of banana trees. the yard of the house is indeed when viewed backwards is rather spooky, because the lights are also dim or not too bright.The bright part is only in front of the house with a fairly large lamp.
it was my turn to be a passenger andong that night, and whose names are children yes, sometimes like nosy.brought me to that place, the rules of the game is not to open my eyes until the count of ten.
my friends, counting while running away, left me in that dark place when the count of ten opened my eyes, I was surprised to find I was there.initially wanted to cry because it was already scared and panicked to take him to that place.Four felt angry at my friends, until a while later, until a moment later, when I was afraid,in the baruga under the storage shed, I suddenly saw a bald-headed male figure sitting down nodding his head and and shaking his legs, his face between clear and no, he said, and judging from the posture and stature of the figure, this figure seems to me familiar.fear for sure, until all hands tremble, mouth can not talk, want to scream also can not.dada has rumbled and panicked once, he said,but can't do anything.
after the figure was gone, I was only able to move my legs to run away from that place.
the friends who saw me run away just laughed because they probably thought I was scared of being taken to that dark place,without them knowing that I was afraid also because I met the occupants who are not human.and as I remember the figure was none other than and not is similar to the face of the owner of the house who suffered a mental disorder and died a year ago.Yes God.why do I memorize his figure once? because when he was alive, he was familiar with me.Every time he came out of his house, he always waved his hand at me every time passing in front of the house, and I returned a wave of his hand jokingly "go Oji, go Oji, I said,going on the streets of Oji, Oji goes on a walk". Repeating the words often spoken by this figure named Oji whenever he is on the street and also waving back at him.
Once at home, I reported the incident to my mother, she just said, "don't play much anymore.study and paycheck only.
after the incident, I never again want to be invited to play andong, especially after receiving the obsolescence of my friends.quote yes, I really "TRAUMA".
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Thank you for reading this novel.I'm sorry if there are still many typo.make new authors.
