Short Stories Before Bed (Horror)

Angkot At The End of the Road

It was a dark and foggy night. The drizzling rain fell from the evening, adding to the gripping and old-fashioned look on the streets of this small town. A cool breeze blew quietly along the deserted road. At the end of the street is an old angkot parked under the only street light still on. The angkot has a faded deep red color, and its noisy voice penetrates the silence of the night.

Who would have thought that this old angkot had its own spooky story? The transport has been in operation for decades, and the creepy stories of passengers who once rode in it have become the city's secret.

The first story I heard about the angkot came from my grandmother, who used to live in this city. He once said that the angkot had existed since he was a child. Tonight, I decided to investigate the story with my friends, Arya and Maya.

We were very curious, and the angkot had always been a mystery that we wanted to solve.

We gathered in front of the old angkot, which now looked even more terrifying under the pale light of the street. Inside the angkot there is a strange smell, a mixture between wet wood and something more undefined. We decided to go up and try to feel for ourselves what was inside the angkot.

After paying the driver with the pennies, we got into the angkot. The night wind entered the angkot through the already fragile window cracks. I felt my hair standing up as soon as I stepped inside. The freight was dark, and the only source of light was the light beam of a street light that entered through the window. There was no driver inside, just the three of us.

We sat on the back bench, which was already very worn out. The skin of the bench is flaky, and there are unidentifiable patches all over its surface. Maya tries to open the window, but it feels like it has not been opened for a long time. It jammed. I tried to open the door, but it didn't work either. It feels like we're trapped in this car.

As we tried to get out, there were sounds of footsteps around the angkot. The sound of footsteps drew closer, and we could hear the sound of crickets outside getting louder. We try not to panic, but the tension is getting stronger.

Then, in the midst of the darkness, we saw something terrible. A shadowy figure appeared in front of us, seemingly lacking a clear shape. We felt like we were being looked at by an invisible eye, and fear struck our hearts.

"Who are you?" Maya dared to ask, even though her voice was trembling.

There was no answer, only a dark silence that continued to envelop the angkot. I tried calling out the figure again, this time in a more resolute tone, "Who are you? What do you want?"

The figure still did not answer. It was just standing in front of us, as if waiting for something. The atmosphere was getting more and more terrifying, and we felt trapped inside this dark angkot. We tried again to open the doors and windows, but everything was in vain.

Then, the figure suddenly disappeared, like it had simply vanished. But it felt, his presence still felt, hanging in the air inside the angkot. We don't know what we should do. There is only one option: to wait.

We sat in a gripping silence, terrified of what might happen next. The night deepened, and the drizzling rain was still falling. The cargo felt increasingly gripping with every passing minute.

Then, from the deep darkness, we heard the sound of a music game. There was no obvious source of sound, but the music was like flowing from an angkot wall. It was a beautiful melody, but it was also disturbing. We felt like we were hypnotized by the music, and couldn't get away from it.

Over time, the sound of music continues to flow in angkot with increasing intensity. The previously beautiful-sounding melody has now become a bewildering frenzy. We felt like we were in a stream of sounds tickling our ears, as if they were creeping into our bodies, creating strange vibrations throughout our muscles and nerves. We tried to shake our heads and close our ears, but there was no way to escape the music. The harder we tried to fight, the stronger the music affected us.

The cargo itself also began to move. Without anyone driving it, the angkot is speeding slowly on a dark road and the rain is getting heavier. We felt like passengers who had no control over our destiny, were dragged on a journey we did not understand.

The night deepened, and the angkot drove through the increasingly deserted streets. We tried to understand what was going on, but all we saw was the dark covering the transport windows. The situation is getting gripping, and the fear that previously existed only because of sightings, is now a fear of uncertainty.

Instantly, in the darkness that enveloped us, we heard footsteps again. The voice drew closer, and when we turned our heads, we saw it again. The hideous, shapeless shadow figure we saw before. This time, the figure seemed clearer, although it still could not be described with words.

The figure approached Maya first. She grabs Maya's hand, and Maya can only stare with wide eyes. The figure tried to whisper something into Maya's ear, but we couldn't hear what was being said. Maya felt as if something was flowing into her mind, something incomprehensible. His face turned pale, and he looked extremely frightened.

I tried to grab Maya's hand, to try to protect her from this strange influence. However, when I touched it, I also felt something unnatural. I felt as if Maya and I were being connected by some supernatural force, something inexplicable. My body felt heavier, and I felt like I was being swept away in a strange stream of thoughts.

Arya also did not escape the influence of this figure. He tried to dodge it, but the figure approached him quickly and grabbed his arm. Arya shouted, but her voice sounded very faint, as if she was struggling to get the words out. The figure tried to tell her something, something that made Arya look even more frightened.

I feel more panicked. We are all stuck in a situation we cannot control. We felt like marionets being pulled by invisible hands. The figure tried to communicate something to us, but what he said remained a mystery.

Suddenly, the figure disappeared again, as if it had simply vanished. The music that had been so distracting also dimmed. We sat in deserted angkot, feeling tired and confused. We looked around, trying to understand what had just happened.

Then, suddenly, the door opened again. A pale street light illuminated the angkot, and we looked around suspiciously. We've returned to where we were, under the same streetlight at the end of the street. The cargo was again turned into an inanimate object, like a forgotten old vehicle.

We came out of the angkot with a feeling of relief, but were also still dumbfounded by the experience we had just experienced. We stood by the side of the road, shaken by what had just happened. No one spoke, because we didn't know what to say.

We split up and went back to each other's homes, but the experience remained in our minds. We cannot forget the mysterious figure we saw in the angkot, and the message he tried to convey to us.

Since that night, we often gathered together to try to understand what happened. We tried to do research on the history of the angkot, and find out if any similar stories had ever happened. We talked to people in this city, and some of them had horror stories similar to the ones we experienced.

Some said the angkot was the scene of sightings of passengers who had died in accidents in the past. They believe that the apparitions are still roaming the aircrafts, looking for passengers who will join them. However, no one knew what they wanted or why they were still trapped inside the chamber.

We also tried to find information about the history of the angkot. Apparently, the angkot has been operating for decades, and many drivers have ever driven it. Some of them have creepy stories of passengers who suddenly disappeared in the air or felt a strange presence.

We're also looking into whether there's a connection between the music we hear and the mysterious figure we see. But, unfortunately, we did not find a satisfactory answer. It all remains a difficult mystery to solve.

We continue to try to make sense of the experience, and although we no longer try to climb into that angkot, this mystery still haunts us. We feel that we have engaged in something greater than ourselves, something that cannot be explained by science or logic.

Some people in the city also say that the angkot is a shortcut to the subconscious, a place where all secrets and fears are hidden. Perhaps what we are experiencing is a journey into our own minds and hearts, where the mysterious figure is a manifestation of the fear and anxiety that is within us.

Whatever really happened, the experience in the caravan has changed us. We become more alert to the unexplainable, and we learn to respect the forces of nature that may be greater than what we can understand.

We do not always have to look for answers, sometimes it is better to reflect and accept that there are things that remain a mystery.

The angkot remains a mystery that haunts this small town, and the spooky story of it will live on. We may never know what is really going on in that angkot, but we have learned to respect the forces we cannot control, and to not always seek answers to every question.

There are things out there that science may not be able to explain, and that's what keeps the world interesting and mysterious.