Spooky Story

Women On The Terrace #4

Still in a red white uniform with a carry bag attached to my back, I went home pedaling a BMX silver pedal that always accompanied me wherever I went.

I ride my bike at a moderate speed.

The village road that is not too big becomes the initial sight that I have to go through. In this part of the trip the atmosphere is still crowded, there are still many people passing by or just talking outside the house. I was still quite calm as I passed through it.

But, about 15 minutes later, it was time for me to enter and pass through the housing complex that was quite creepy. Housing is very quiet even during the day, especially at night like this.

The speed of the bike deliberately slowed down when going through the gate, the gate that was only marked by an old and rusty iron portal, an iron portal that never closed.

I finally entered the complex..

The clock had shown almost at nine o'clock in the evening, but the atmosphere was already very quiet, quieter than usual.

I pedaled slowly, down the asphalt road that sometimes perforated in some parts.

The lighting was only sourced from the street lamp located on the sidewalk, not too bright but enough to help my vision to walk across the length of the housing.

The night wind started blowing in the face, the wind that had started to feel cold even though it was not too late.

The only sound I could hear was the sound of my bicycle tyre rubbing against the road asphalt, there was no other sound.

Slender..

A few minutes later, I finally arrived in front of the house where there was usually a middle-aged woman sitting on the terrace.