SPIRIT AND DEATH

TRAGEDY 1

The day began to afternoon, my eyes were still fixed on the mbok and Mr. Antok. they tried to do something quickly, there was no chatter, jokes, let alone laughter between them. Tension seemed to be enveloping them.

Turns out they wanted to close and lock the old barn, but why? There's no valuables there, I'm sure that's because I've been in there and seen it.

I knew what they were doing, I decided to go back to my room. While lying down I kept thinking, there must be something that my father hid from me and the mbok must know about it. Tomorrow, I intend to extract information from the mbok.

Tok tok tok tok tok tok tok tok tok

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"Who?" I said as I lifted my head looking towards the door of the room. "If it's not the devil, please come in. "I said I began to get annoyed with the circumstances I was facing.

"What do you mean by that, son?" said Father who had entered my room while frowning his forehead. " You're awake?" father said and his face was so soft, there was no more tension there.

"Yes yeah, I have." I said with a knotty smile.

"But Dad's son's eyes still look red" Dad said as he looked at me.

"Yeah, I feel my sleep is not satisfied. After my father suddenly came to disturb me." I replied intending to tease Dad.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, I don't know that, I'm sorry Sarah" said Father and we tried to neutralize each other's hearts.

"Yes yeah, sorry I was also just kidding when I said Dad was bothering me. Emh ... o yes, the mbok where well, have you gone home?"

ask me while sitting facing Dad.

"Not yet, the mbok is still cleaning the house maybe soon home, that's all Mr. Antok has gone home."

Then their task given by father is done, I said in my heart.

"Sarah, take a shower. I want to go first, there's something I need to buy. "

"Yes yeah, well .. " said with a smile.

The day started at night, at 20:00 pm and Dad did not come home yet. I was curious and wanted to see the state of the old warehouse. I started walking slowly towards that place.

Upon arriving at the first step of the stairs, I saw that the warehouse was already tightly closed. It must be hard to get in there again, but why am I there? There was nothing there. I asked and answered myself. Before long, I turned around intending to leave the old warehouse.

Seeeeet

I felt a shadow moving quickly across behind me, my hair began to stand up, but I wanted to know, I turned my head slowly but there was no one.

I continued my steps leaving the old warehouse, suddenly the lights all the way from the old warehouse to the main hall flickered like they were about to break up. This situation added to the darkness, with a disturbing feeling I accelerated my pace.

Half of my journey from the old warehouse to the main hall had already passed but my steps came to a halt. Out of nowhere it came from, suddenly in front of me there were many puddles of water like there was a leaking faucet or someone was squeezing his wet clothes on the floor.

Tests, tests, tests, tests, tests, tests, tests, tests.

At this time, I was alone in the house, there were no sounds so the sound of water droplets sounded very strong and creepy.

Tests, tests, tests, tests, tests, tests, tests, tests, sounds of water dripping one after another. "Hemh, where did the water come from?" I asked in a small voice. I was trying to find the source, I was standing right on top of the puddle and I noticed the origin of the drops, like from the ceiling.

I slowly lifted my head. "What's that?" astonished say. From the flickering lights I saw something up there with human-like hands and feet, long-haired, but his body can be attached to the ceiling of the house with a very creepy face.

My breath began to feel tight, my legs and hands were shaking. "Aaaaaak, aaaaaak, aaaaaak, aaaaaak, aaaakkkk .." I said as I continued to run and never knew where I was looking at the mysterious creature but it continued to chase me quickly.

He crept on the ceiling of the house with his long hair unraveling, his nails looking sharp, his mouth spitting out mucus, his body spitting out water, and his eyes as white as hateful.

While running, I still occasionally looked towards him while heading towards the brighter room. Suddenly the creeping sound stopped, I felt quite safe, I straightened my gaze but, "Aaaaak, aaaaaak, aaaak .... " He was right in front of me.

I was so scared, I couldn't see the direction of my room, but I saw Dad's office door open. I quickly ran to my father's study and hid next to Dad's high bookcase.

With a breath I asked in my heart, where is he? What was that? He's very creepy. I was so scared that I cried and occasionally wiped my tears.

I'm tired, I'm leaning my head next to Dad's bookcase. Some time I sat down and calmed myself down, my legs felt weak. But I wanted to get out of this room and I crawled slowly.

When I passed Dad's bookshelf. Braaac... Some of Dad's books fell on my head. "It hurts ..." I said as I watched the books fall on the floor and rushed to tidy it up.

I started putting my books on the shelf, only one book left. I lifted the book slowly and then put it down, after which I tried to stand up and put my feet up again.

With a little annoyance I took it and wanted to put the book back on the bookshelf but by the time I lifted the book, something fell off the sheet.

I ducked back to pick it up. The paper was like a long-time newspaper tear, visible from its worn shape with fading colors.

It was as if I had forgotten my fears. Slowly I sat down while interrupting my legs, I tried to open them and read them clearly.

Saraaaaah

"That voice again." I muttered but I ignored it. I slowly opened the decapitated newspaper. "I - this is a photo of Tania." I said softly. So Tania's been missing all this time? I said in my heart.

I read the top headline of the paper, it turns out it's a newspaper about the search for a missing child. "That means tania went missing 12 years ago, gone or kidnapped? Why did you keep this newspaper tearing? My chest started to shake because I wanted to know everything.

As if my pain was gone, I brought this newspaper tear to the room. I intend to question it to Father, Mother, or the Mbok.

I went out and left my dad's office. Suddenly I saw the mbok and I greeted him. "Mboook, is the mbok here? Mbok didn't come home?" I said while watching the face of the mbok who looked pale as if I was sick so I decided not to ask him much.

I took the mbok to sit in the TV room. "Mbok, this is sitting next to me...." He sat next to me without saying much. "Want me to get you a drink or make you some warm tea?" I asked but the mbok just shook his head.

"I'll get you some medicine? The mbok looked pale as if he were sick, "I said standing up.

"No need Non, the mbok is not sick." said the Mbok while continuing to look straight at the TV.

"Owh, Mbok wants to see y?" I asked while watching the mbok who seemed focused on looking at the TV but did not answer my question.

"Well, if that's the case, I'm also very lonely and scared. Fortunately there is a mbok here who accompany me so I am not lonely and scared anymore mbok." said I with a smile and felt relieved.

I stuffed the newspaper in my pants pocket. I try to focus and invite the mbok to talk, I do not care even though the mbok does not answer every question I have, the important thing is I have friends because I am afraid to go through this night alone.

"It's 23:00 wib mbok, is the mbok not sleepy? I've started to get sleepy mbok, but just calm down mbok because I'm going to sleep here all together mboknya mboknya watching TV. "

"Helphh ...." I started yawning and drowsiness.

Tok tok tok tok tok tok tok

"Sarah, open the door, son!" It was Dad Mbok's voice but I didn't want to disturb the mbok so I decided to stand up and open the door for Dad.

"Finally Dad came home too, a long time ago yeah. I was afraid to be home alone, fortunately there was the mbok. "I said to Dad because I felt half disappointed.

"The mbok?" father asked, then Dad's face suddenly looked tense and it seemed like Dad was less confident in my words.

"It was in the tv room watching with me well." I said as I pointed to the TV room.

"As far as it is possible, the mbok has come home at this hour Sarah." said Father with a confused expression.

"Yeah I know, but tonight maybe the mbok wants to spend the night here." I said with confidence.

"Oh yeah already then, Dad went into the room first huh. I'm so tired son, you continue to watch it if it's not sleepy but don't stay up too late huh! "

"Yes Dad." I said, and I walked back to the TV room.

I sat down next to the mbok. "What film is mbok? I'm confused?" Hmh ...

the taste of parents yes, old-time story films that cast wearing kebaya clothes and riding horses. I said in my heart.

"Mhc .... " But the mbok did not answer my call, so I turned towards the Mbok but at that time the mbok was no longer beside me.

I was surprised by the attitude of the mbok, actually where the mbok? Why not say you want to go? where quickly the up again go.

Hmmmh .. My complaint is in my heart.

I decided to sleep in front of the TV. I do not want to disappoint and leave the mbok alone because this afternoon the mbok has been taking care of me painstakingly, maybe the mbok just to the kitchen and will soon be back here, I thought.

Seriate....

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