SPIRITS

Episode 9

The smell of toast spread from inside the house when Papa's head poked behind the door leaf. He was still wearing an apron that was covered in flour. Papa's smile expands when I see Jounatan's haggard face.

“Why is it once a night?” Papa opened the door wider and pulled over, letting Jou in. “It's been almost eleven o'clock in the evening. Mama from earlier noisily tell Papa to call your HP.”

“Macet, Pa,” says Jou while taking off his shoes. He took those shoes into the kitchen. Papa followed behind him. “Their work is also difficult. I had to take Nay to his house first. Pity that he came home alone.”

“Nayla?” Papa ascertain. Jou nodded. “He's coming to work too?”

Lagilagi Jou simply nodded. He put his bag on the dining table. His hand reaches the glass. He then rattled the refrigerator door and pulled out cold white water from his shelf. Papa just stared at Jou with a big glass of drinking water. He could see Jou jakun coming up and down as water flowed into his stomach.

“Where's the name, Pa?” Jou spread a glance around the tiny kitchen of their home. His right hand placed his former drinking ge weld on the table.

“Have slept. Papa tell me to go to sleep first. Your mama's late. Many tomorrow, there are three offices that want to hold a meeting and order a snack to us.”

“Praise God,” hiss Jou while smiling. “Well, Papa haven't slept?”

“Papa want to finish equipment and kitchen. Let your mama not bother again tomorrow.”

“Yes, Papa mending clean body, keep sleeping. Let me finish the kitchen.”

“Do not,” reject Papa quickly. “You have to quickly shower, then eat and sleep. Let tomorrow not be bad. Noh Papa has toasted bread to you. Or want Papa masakin noodles boiled?”

“Nevent gone, Pa. I can cook it myself if I want. It was Papa who was hunting for rest. Entar Papa is sick if you sleep ma lam continue.”

“Or Papa masakin hot water for shower?”

Jou's eyes warmed when he heard Papa's words. He hurriedly looked up, holding back the warm clear water that was ready to burst into the corner of the eye. Flip back and forth Jou inhaled a deep breath.

“Don't be forced work, Jou. Papa can still spend money for your college later. Well, the income from making cakes is uncertain. Not like the time Papa is still a pe device office, but at least Papa and Mama can still save.”

“Not anything. I'm powerful. This is big. Anyway, as I often say, I want to be independent, Pa. When else can I teach independently if not from now.”

Silent. Papa is sculpting, and so is Jou. The two face each other and look at each other. It was as if the gazes of the father and son were telling so much, beyond words they could not speak.

“Ya already, you clean the body there.” Papa said to Jou. He then nodded and picked up his bag, and walked towards the door that connected the kitchen and the living room.

Jou's right foot had just stepped on the third rung, when he turned to the slightly dim central room. He was stunned, trying to confirm his sight. On top of the sofa in front of the now-unlit te levision, someone sat on Jou's back.

Wh who? Mama is asleep. Natali must have slept too. Why would she sit on the couch with the TV off?

The smell of cigarette smoke. Jou frowned. Who smokes in their home? Papa doesn't smoke. Neither did jou. No family member smoked. And strangely, there was no cigarette smoke from the figure sitting defending the kanginya.

Jou got down slowly. He walked backwards from the stairs and his eyes could not escape the figure. The shoulder-haired figure that remained unmoved, as if not realizing that Jou was marching towards him. Jou's heart thumped as step by step shortened the distance between them. The smell of cigarettes increasingly sting, mixed with foreign odors.

Alcohols. Terka Jou's. Not only that, there is a fishy aroma that sinks among the unusual odors in the house me reka.

The distance Jou and the figure on the sofa lived to a distance. With trembling hands, Jou reached out, intending to touch the figure's shoulders. Yet....

Jou slid back as the figure's head turned. It really did spin a hundred and eighty degrees. Now her face was facing Jou, while her body remained motionless. Jou's eyes widened. He was only able to gape with his foot pecking a stone on the floor. Unable to scream.

Crews!

The pale-faced figure with bulging eyes turned his neck to the right. The fur of Iuduk Jou immediately stood up as the head was glued, not returning to how it was. Probably broken. Jou felt his body being attacked by a great chill.

The sofa creaked as the odd-looking figure stood up. His height is the same as Jou's. He walked slowly, through the sofa. Jou slid back. He gulped as he watched the figure get past solid objects, penetrating the sofa with ease.

Crews!

The figure broke his neck again. His head is back up. Her hair was hanging, covering part of her face. But Jou could still see clearly that the figure's eyes were blazing. It was as if there was fire in it.

“Si ... si .. si.....?” Jou's voice sounded trembling. No words could come out of his mouth. He took a step back. The figure continued walking towards him. Hands out, as if to strangle.

There was the sound of hunting breath. The smell of rotten smoke, replacing the smell of cigarette smoke mixed with alcohol. Jou menu tup nose. He shuddered as he watched the skin of the hands of the upside-down faced figure tibatiba flake off. Jou nearly vomited as he watched as splinters of rotten flesh fell to the floor, tens or even hundreds of fat white maggots greedily eating the rotten skin.

Jou was wedged in the stairs. His knee hit the bottom of the stairs. He was still trying to avoid the fleshy hand han cur in front of him. The flesh was constantly peeling, even now the hand was almost only bone. Jou wanted to scream. Calling Papa who is in the kitchen, but his voice stuck in the throat.

“Jou! Why do you sleep on the stairs?”

Someone shakes his shoulder. Jou gagapan's. He's downing. Papa stood with a frown.

Jou. “Ngak, Pa.”

“Well, what's going on here? He said he wanted to clean up ba and.”

“Yes, this wants to clean the body. Just earlier..” Jou stared around. Papa who was confused also followed the direction of an Jou. Seeing the dim middle room because Papa had turned off the lights when Jou was carrying shoes into the kitchen. The light that illuminates the room comes only from the front porch lights that break through the glass, as well as lights from the kitchen.

Jou scratched his head. “I think I saw it wrong, Pa.”

Papa swept his gaze back around the room. The television is no longer on. Sofa empty. The ceramic jar to Mama's incision stood still in its place. Nothing is strange. There's nothing odd.

“Cumably wrong view.” Jou heaved a sigh of relief. There's nobody in this neighborhood. He stared at the floor near his feet. There was no rotten meat and maggots there. “I thought I was squirming a rat on the couch. Apparently not. In our house there are no rats, right. Mama's most afraid of rats. In part we sell food, if the house has rats, it will be considered unhygienic.”

Papa was dumbstruck, confused by Jou's words.

“I'm going to the room now, Pa.” Jou was in a hurry, and did not look back. His feet were stepping two steps at once. Papa just nodded, then came down the stairs and headed for the bedroom door. Before pressing the doorknob, Papa meno leh again into the middle room. He didn't see any rats or anything strange there.

Meanwhile, while climbing the stairs to the second floor, Jou's eyes continued to watch the middle room. There really is no one ready. The room was empty. When Papa opened their bedroom across the stairs, a bright room light illuminated the living room, making Jou more leeway to see. But there's nothing.

Jou chewed the toast and placed his plate along with a bottle of drinking water on the study table. He put the bag on the side of the closet. As the last bite entered his mouth, Jou pulled out a work uniform, put up a hanger, and placed it next to the bag.

Jou makes sure his room is locked tightly before taking off his High School uniform. He pulled the towel that was draped in the front seat of the study table. Pushed man's room door in, then closed slowly. Before long, there was water flowing from the shower.

While brushing her teeth and cleaning her face with face wash soap in front of the mirror, Jou noticed a thin mustache growing above her lips, as well as a fine sideburn lined up neatly on the left of her cheek. He recalled Nay's words when they were both in Kopaja after work earlier.

You look really mature with that mustache and sideburns. Cool, anyway.

Jou smiled as he rubbed his body with soap and rinsed it with water pouring out of the shower. For fifteen minutes, he was out of the bathroom. Jou was a little creepy. Midnight is not a good time to take a shower, but she feels sticky due to sweat. Also smells.

The atmosphere of the house was quiet, as was the road ahead. One day, a dog in the distance was heard. Jou opened the lema ri clothes. He pulled a thin sleeveless sweatshirt and black bokser pants. Wearing the clothes and put han duk back on the back of the chair.

Jou had just turned around and was about to step into the place where ti dur was when he saw someone sitting on the edge of his bed, on his back.

Him again.

The bed creaks. Screamy. Slashing. Then vibrate. First slow, then fast and faster. Jou holds on the back of the chair. There was a sobbing sound. Overt. Then laughter. Screeching. It turned into a long scream. Like a dog in the distance. Jou's knees are limp.

Red-colored water flowed from Jou's bed, moving swiftly towards her.

Bloods. It's blood. Not ordinary water.

“Work on Diskotek Lipstick Yes, Dik?” asked the shop owner's mother, Jou nodded while smiling kindly.

He offered a fifty-thousand note to pay for three bottles of cold drink he had bought. Nay and Leo are busy cleaning the table inside the discotheque when Leo complains of thirst.

“Iya, Mom. Just part-time work. Afternoon by.”

“No fear of working there?” The mother counted the money lian Jou.

“Fear why, Mom?” Jou purapura is interested. “Emang there ce rita what about discotheque?” He's trying to fish for information. There might be a clue for him. Frankly Jou feels deeply troubled by the terror that is beginning to haunt him, but he has no idea where to seek help from. Sharing stories with Nay and Leo is not a wise choice. He did not want to make Leo panic and fear. Nor want to look cool in front of Nay.

“The discotheque has a ghost.”

“Hah? Seriously, Bu?” Jou rounded his eyes, purapura was shocked.

“Iya.” The mother looked to the left. “OB there is nothing at home. Just a few months, definitely stop.”

“They bullied ghosts?” Jou asked, somewhat hesitating. The mother nodded.

“Not only bothered, but almost dead. Ghost serem. The OB who stopped last month is almost doomed. He fell down from the second floor stairs. Said Mr. Narto the security guard anyway, he kepe leset. But her OB told her story to mom, she said she pushed a feeder full of blood, long hair, and a yellow t-shirt.”

Jou would not want to swallow. Yellow shirts. What coincidental similarities?

“Kok can discotheque is haunted, Bu?”

“Kan there was a murder there. Only the mother does not know yes, who was killed was a boy or girl. He said he was a guy, but many saw the appearance of long hair like a girl. The girlfriend's name. His girlfriend's name is Budi, if not wrong.”

Nous. It's another version.

So actually the one who was killed was Budi or his girlfriend Budi?

Jou's mind suddenly tangled.

“Train work there. My advice, you better find a job somewhere else. Than wretched. If you can, you have that grip. Kayak talisman antidote.”

Jou nodded then paid his respects to the shop owner's mother. When I crossed the road, he was still plagued by the story.

Does Leo know that there are many versions of the story about Budi? Then, which is right?