The Empty House

Chapter 17 The tumblr party

The residents along with Mr. Karya and Rangga flocked to an empty house to find Mr. Ratih. Pak Karya believes that his wife was brought by the supernatural beings.

They walked the streets dimly and not too wide. There was a very sharp derivative before finally crossing the bridge. The house was located before a bridge that was also famous for being haunted.

Even so haunted there is one of the residents who had been chased by kandas flying up to the climb. And the coffin flew right behind him. Too many witnesses have been disturbed by the bridge guard and the guardians of empty houses.

Terror after terror committed by blue curious spirits really unsettles the citizens. It is even said that not long ago one of the residents there was a worship under the bridge.

There is a very clear spring and around it closed by cement because it has been bought by a citizen. And since buying the land he became suddenly rich.

There is news of a bird that says if he worships the devil of indulgence with the name of the cage bubrah.

I don't know, someday it will be proven if every year he builds and dismantles his house then it means he makes a deal with the devil and is called a bubrah cage. If the house is tidied up and made good, the covenant-maker will die.

Residents walk while telling stories about supernatural creatures and gifts that have not long been heard spreading in the village.

"See that?"

There were some white creatures without a clear look on his face in the window of Sintia's room.

"How do we get in there? If we are not careful we can be wretched," said one resident.

"If together we will be strong. Where is the torch," Mr. Karya walked the front in the row behind Rangga.

As soon as he opened the gate, there was a giggling sound of women with creepy faces.

Brraaakkkk!

Suddenly the door that had been opened was now closed very hard.

"The door is closed Kang!" Shouted a citizen.

"Try it open!"

"Can't be kang!"

Pak Karya opened the locked door but could not.

"If we just break down how's kang?" ask a resident to Pak Karya. Because this house belongs to him, it must be permission before breaking it.

"Just break it!"

"Let's get the rame-rame broken!"

One two three!

Brraaakkkk!

Finally the door opened and the room was very dark.

"Cock is suddenly very dark. There's more fog,"

A citizen who stood at the very front stepped back.

Duaarrrr!

Suddenly a flying chair struck those standing in the front row.

"Ouch!" Because it is dark and full of blur and in a condition not ready for a sudden attack.

Some people fell and staggered.

"Be careful sir. It's very dangerous. It looks like they're doing a tumbal ceremony!" Said Mr. Bayan.

"You're a neighbor to see your mother?"

"I haven't seen him. But look over there. On that table,"

Everyone looked at the table that was used to eating. It was as if someone was lying down and not moving.

On his left side there was no one. The supernatural creatures are invisible but can be felt if they are around the table and lined up tightly.

Grrrrrrr!

The sound of gendruwo. And suddenly, some residents in the back row were thrown out of the empty house by an invisible creature.

Akaakkkk!

Thump!

"The ladder! hurry up and see if it's your mother or not?!"

Shouted his father while keeping watch.

"All right!" Rangga then walked into the living room and he saw that the face was similar to his mother.

But when he was about to walk up to him, his feet were held by the hands of a spirit who walked on all fours.

"Dad....! help me!"

Rangga could not move his legs. His father then took a broomstick and was ready to be hit on the creature.

Crassshhhhhhhhh!

The creature disappeared somewhere.

"You don't papa Rangga?" ask father.

Suddenly from above a rope hangs and ties the neck of Mr. Rangga.

"The ladder! Please....."

Pak Karya's voice was stuck in the esophagus because it was bound by a rope that suddenly came from above the ceiling.

"The ladder! Rope it!"

Mr. Rangga tried to remove the rope from his neck. And when Rangga was about to help him, a headless ghost pushed him until he fell on the floor.

"The ladder!" Pak Karya's eyes almost snorted and his breath was wheezing in his throat.

Rangga then threw something he saw on the fruit plate.

Kingghh!

The knife made a rope that tied the neck to Karya's pack broke. Now Mr. Karya can breathe with relief.

And when he was about to approach Rangga, arrived someone like his mother came by dragging an axe.

Clot!

A sreeekkkk!

"Dad! watch out!"

Shouted Rangga!