The Empty House Terror

Turns out

The journey they took turned out to be very long and tiring, so the people who were in it fell asleep. Without exception Albert.

"I'm sleepy, Al. I know if you're tired. I slept, the others were snoring, too!" said Frans.

"No, I'm your friend. Let's just talk." Albert seems to be correcting his sitting position. To feel more comfortable.

"Emm, Al, don't you think they're hiding something from us?" ask Frans, suspicious.

"Sure, their faces are so tense. Nothing could happen" Albert replied.

The mood was silent for a moment. Frans was still trying to put together a word for him to convey to Albert. He was afraid, if the current who was beside him opened the Albert he knew. Except for another figure. Ki Saseno maybe.

"Yes too, emmm, Al. It's you, right?" ask Frans, straight to the point.

Albert smiled, holding back a laugh. However, just as he was about to reply, the tip of his eye caught something. The woman again.

Frans was surprised by someone who stopped his car. Of course, he immediately stepped on the car's brake, so that nothing happened that he wanted.

"Astaghfirullah... What's wrong?" screech everyone in the car. Spontaneously everyone woke up.

The atmosphere became increasingly tense when they realized that this was not the way to Mayang's house. Except their new office.

Unbelieving, they all rubbed their eyes. "Gosh, Al! Why are we back here again?" frans asked, getting anxious.

"Quiet, Frans. Don'tbe nervous! Let's see what they want. Everyone, don't forget to read whatever Surah you can. Nobody sleeps, nobody daydreams. Keep yourself awake and hold onto your closest friend, understand!" albert hawanti-wanti.

No one dared to answer. But they kept up with whatever Albert said.

In that second, no one closed their eyes. They began to read whatever Surah they could.

Distractions begin when the heat and heat give up. The car they were riding in was also like being swayed by the creatures that were there.

Shut up and recite the prayer, that was all they could do in this crucial state.

The atmosphere became increasingly gripping as they watched a scene they had not expected.

Mayang was about to scream, but Yani quickly smothered his best friend's mouth.

In that atmosphere of tension, they saw a woman being surrounded by several men. Then harassed. Not only that, the crying also echoed from inside the house. They couldn't stand it, they were eager to help.

Albert who knew it was just a nuisance to them, of course outright forbid. If they get out, then life is at stake.

"No, no one opens the door. This is a record of past events. Don't be fooled okay. You pay attention to the model of the woman's clothes, it is not a model of clothes today," Albert reminded.

Actually, the clothes worn by women who are currently being harassed by some men are indeed not models of clothes today. Maybe what Albert said was true.

They remained silent, though they pity. Want help. What else happened was clearly in front of his eyes. The cries and screams of pain of the woman became the sound that adorned their eating. So pitiful. So scary.

"Oh my God, my God, they're so savage!" mayang was angry. Mayang carried away emotions. Carry anger. This girl intends to get out of the car. Luckily, some friends reminded him.

"Darling, listen to me. Anger and vengeance are the food they seek. And now you have that. Remember Mayang, they're after you! okay!" yani said, trying to make Mayang strong to watch the terrible scene that occurred in front of them.

Mayang. Then the shadow of that terrifying scene long ago faded away. Then there was a loud laughter breaking the silence. Only then did Mayang realize that what his friends said was true.

"Patience, May, patience" said Yani, continue to try to take care of her best friend. Of course, so that the girl does not get out of control.

"Wait on! It was like the girl I saw crying in the upstairs room" Aziz said.

"What I think is Kinan," he added.

Everyone in the car looked at Aziz in surprise. But they don't want to deny that. Maybe the figure wanted to convey something to her. On Aziz or on all of them.

"Keep, what else are you doing, Ziz?" ask Frans, curious.

"I talked to you this afternoon. But Yani said, you're still in port. I'm so confused!" aziz replied with a body full of sweat from nervousness.

"Astaghfirullah, Al! How's this?" ask Frans.

Albert did not answer. The figure that entered Albert's body this afternoon has now come again. They were staring in anger around the car they were riding in.

What the hell is this? their minds in unison.

Seriate...