The Mystery of the White House

11.

" Ju.ju.juragan" said Aisyah nervously.

" Aishis.. Aish.." shouted the father who had been burned.

" Aishn".. Mom screams

The burning house is starting to become fragile. And..

Bruuuugggh....

Collapse instantly house that has been engulfed in a huge fire.

" sir... Mother.." cried Aisyah hysterically.

While the gabriel smiled evilly with everything that happened. The devil-hearted human. Whatever he can do as good as his own.

Aisha who was confused cried hysterically. Juragan Gandi took the opportunity to drag Aisyah to the bush. Aisha was forced to take off her clothes. When his clothes were about to be torn, Godi, no matter what strength he got.

He then kicked the divine talisman of the godfather with his knees very hard.

Dugh...

Dugh....

" Awwwww" choked gandi.

Aisyah immediately ran over. Nothing he's thinking about right now. He just wants to survive from the boss Gandi.

Saved the crown he had almost snatched away. Aisha just cried all the way. He did not think of his head without a cover. Hijab is not used. Because they did not wear it when the fire broke out.

Aisyah was running very fast. Arriving in front of the white house. At that time the men and temples of Pandjaitan were still chasing Aisyah.

Aisha was very scared. He then entered without permission into the White House. He opened the door of the White House and entered without asking for permission.

Afraid? sure is. Moreover, the house was very dark. Without lighting. He was very afraid of the darkness. Aisyah held her tears out of her mouth.

" At least I survived their pursuit. For now my fear of ghosts I get rid of "Aisyah muttered.

While beyond all the ticks gandi still looking, and it seems like all the villagers are also looking. I don't know what the godfather said, so everyone looked for him.

An old man, looks very creepy looking from the bush inside the fence of the house. It was as if he understood what the villagers were looking for. His eyes were on the slightly open door of the white house.

The old man made a terrible sound. Make the feathers I sit everyone's bristling. One by one the villagers left the place. All disperse by itself. Because the white house is famous for its haunted.

While in the white house ...

" Who are you??" the sound echoed.

Aisyah looked here and there for the person who spoke. He looked to the right and left not to find the person. His heart raced like a running horse. Rasanta wants to get out of his place.

Cold sweat. His father's face was now turning pale. He was so scared by that voice. Now he had to face the voice that was not there.

With all her strength, Aisyah read whatever she could read. He was not to be bothered with that voice anymore.

" What are you reading hey?" that noise again.

Aisyah was getting scared. Ayesha increasingly fervently read prayers and memorization of letters - short letters. Ask Allah for help with all his body.

" Diiieayammm!!!" yell that voice again.

Aisyah was silent. Now his voice is still with prayer. There was no feeling the pile of tears that he could stand without the power of sliding on his very smooth cheek.

" You budeg? Aammm!!! I hate that you worship God!!" shouting blaring.

Aisyah then kept quiet and just cried as she pleased. Aisha was very scared at this moment. There will be no one to help him even if he dies here.

*Sreekkkk

Srekk*

" O Allah, protect the servant" said Aisha.

A shadow figure was right in front of Aisyah. His ay's face now became as white as cotton. The sense of urgency returned to him after first entering the house was the smell of flowers.

Aisyah's hair began to bristle. Cold hands and sweat washed his hands.

" Ahemmm" the voice of someone's baritone deheman.

Aisyah who was scared at that time did not dare to see it. Just keep down and keep praying. He was terrified to hear the Deheman.

" I'm sorry, I'm not bothering you. I was desperate to get into this house. Otherwise I will be found by many people" said Aisyah bluntly explained.

" Why don't you look at me?" say that voice again.

" I'm not a ghost!!" say that voice again.

Aisha slowly raised her face to look. He forced the head to look up at the source of the voice. Aisyah only looked dimly - dim that face. Because the light was minimal in the house. There is only a lamp that is sourced from one direction.

" I'm sorry, I accidentally broke the peace in this house. Forgive me" said Aisyah.

" Hmm.. Why did you enter this house hee?" ask the voice louder.

" Sa.sa.ya." said Aisyah nervously.

As her eyes looked at that old face Aisyah recalled a grandfather who was helping her in front of this house.

" Ka.ka.kek" shekat Ayesha.

" If you've come in here, you know not the consequences?" ask the Grandpa

" Tii. no cake" replied Aisyah shaking weakly.

" You'll be grounded!" yelled the grandfather.

" Tummbaall??" aisyah was suffocating.

"Yes, you're a virgin. And not married. You smell so good. My blood is so pure. So you become a victim" said the grandfather.

" Oh God.. Yes rab. " said Aisyah.

Aisyah just limp and resigned. Is the perpetrator of the assignment still exist in the modern era like today? And strangely in this village there are still perpetrators who never tircium or the worst of the villagers.

" Why should be a devotee of the heresy of restraint?" ask Aisyah.

" Sassy!!!! Brackets him" cried grandpa.

Suddenly there was a man who was wearing all his clothes black. Without seeing his face. And the hand was very cold. Just like a corpse. The smell of frankincense on Aisyah's nose.

" Abaghfirullahhaladzim "say Aisha.

Aisha continued to recite and worship Allah. To be protected under all circumstances.

" Login!!" shouting grandpa.

A very large room. There was only candle lighting and it was minimal. Even if walking must fumble very carefully.

Aisyah is now just resigned and bowed lethargic. In addition to the dhikr and prayers he read, he also wept for his terrible fate.

He ran away from danger, now picking up his death. Aisyah was just crying and sobbing in the light of the incident. His mother and father were burned. As a result of the actions of the master Gandi. She was also nearly raped by the godfather Gandi.

Finish the problem one now he must be the mistress of the haunted house. True said many people, this house is haunted house. But why is anyone in this house? Isn't this house empty?

Is there anyone who uses this house?"

Aisyah was now bowed lethargic beside the window. Because the room was upstairs. The net then explores the scenery around. Aisyah waved the curtains that waved.

" Yes... Astaghfirullahhaladzim.. tomb??" peekik Aisha.