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Chapter 23

Looking back at the bed, there was no moving wild doll there.

Shit man!!!

Yoga turned his body to look for where the doll was. He found that the doll was lying under his bed. He immediately took the doll and directly slammed it violently. Instantly the head of the doll rolled towards the bottom of the bed because it was separated from the body.

Yoga no matter where he was, he immediately shouted loudly!

AAAARRGHHHHH!!

The echoing cry from the Yoga room instantly made Tia and Dani who were in the living room immediately stand up and look at each other. The look on their faces both showed concern. Tia and Dani immediately ran towards the stairs that connected the Yoga room. Tia tripped the other stairs so hurriedly.

When they reached the front of the Yoga room, the name hanger in front of the room was swaying uncharacteristically with the closed door, more precisely locked. The door leaf that looked was shaking as if someone was pushing from the direction in the room.

Dani shouted to call his best friend's name. "YOGAS! AYE!"

There was no answer from inside the room. But the moans they heard from inside were screaming.

AAARRGHHHHHHH

Dani then looked at Tia as if asking for approval to break down the door of the Yoga room. A nod to the sign's head agreed to start Dani to reach for the door and push him firmly. Nil.

"AWAS, TIA!" said Dani again who rewinded his body to break down the door.

Tia backed away from the door of Yoga room.

Behind that door, Yoga was trapped inside his hospital room nine years ago. After he slammed the doll away, he turned his body and saw a black silhouette that was getting closer towards him. It became increasingly clear that it was a child demon that he had seen. The jet-black eyes that were staring at him sharply could not escape his eyes.

The screams of Yoga became increasingly hysterical. He retreated in fear towards the wall as the little boy approached, but suddenly the shadow disappeared. He made sure that the shadow was no longer there. But after he made sure it was not the jet-black little boy in front of him, but his sinister hands with his long black nails that strangled his neck.

The yoga that saw it grew screaming with the remnants of the breath, calling his two best friends to help him. He turned his gaze towards the door while reaching for the door.

"Daniy!!! Tia.....!"

But . . .

Outside the room, Tia and Dani are getting more and more panicked by what is happening inside the Yoga room.

"Ga!" yelled Tia who was afraid of what was happening behind that door. "Draws And!" whine Tia.

Dani's trying to open the door to the room. Dani finally tried to break down the small hole slot on the door of the room. And it finally worked. Dani grabbed the key to the room hanging from the keyhole. But the key stuck and fell.

"Anj***!"

Yoga can't let go of that terrible hand giggling. He tried to fight but his body had no more energy. His gaze faded, the air around him as if it had evaporated out of nowhere. He only saw the shadow of the hand that was strangling him getting stronger. The ghastly demonic face drew closer towards the face of Yoga. The wound that was on his neck nine years ago again flowed, the liquid seeped until it flooded the floor.

While Dani still banged on the door from the outside that cannot be heard by Yoga anymore. The screams of Dani and Tia who kept calling her name now sounded like a gust of wind passing through her earlobes.

Brakes

Brakes

Dani's getting crazy banging on the door of Yoga room. He pushed his body to the door and kicked. Tia who was waiting for the door seemed to peek at the hole slot in sight. Look Yoga who is tight holding his own neck.

"Snap, Dan...!!" whinek Tia panicked.

Tia continued to look from the hole until she finally realized that Yoga. . .

Dani finally moved away from the door while picking up the limp Tia. He looked into Tia's eyes and they looked at each other. They both know that Yoga does not exist.

At exactly three o'clock thirteen in the morning, Yoga is declared lifeless. What happened after that was like a blurry shadow to both Yoga friends.

At that time Dani immediately ran to the house of Mr. RT and informed the incident at the Yoga house. RT followed Dani.

Within fifteen minutes the police had surrounded Yoga's mansion. Yoga parents are called home.

Dani and Tia were sitting in the courtyard of the house with faces of disbelief. A police officer appears to be interviewing them, but only Dani can talk and tell the beginning of the events that happened to their friend.

Tia's gaze blankly forward while resting her head on Dani's shoulder. The tears that were originally non-existent were as if they had fallen without his permission. Everyone was busy coming and going, even the sound of ambulance sirens resounded deafeningly.

A policeman who was in Yoga's room made sure that the execution of Yoga's body was carried out correctly. The body was covered in white cloth. The red liquid coming out of his neck was still flowing and penetrating into the cloth. A forensic photographer opened the cloth and photographed it. The flash of blitz lights dazzled the room.

A policeman was still looking around the Yoga room. He found M.A.T.I writing on the walls of the room and the mirror that filled the room. He went around the room and found a comic picture. A person strangled by a pair of hands, exactly the same as the current Yoga incident.

The policeman shook his head.

Then another policeman came to a policeman who was still holding a drawing paper.

"It looks like this child's car was left on the side of the road" he said.

The policeman who was holding the drawing paper handed the paper to his friend and then he told the policeman to look around the room

"Today's ABG if there's a problem about suicide immediately."

His colleague stared at the dead face of Yoga in the photo. "Definitely drugs," he said.

"That, the teams are under hysterical again" said the other.

Tia who could not hold back her sobs cried out so loudly that she could be heard in the upper room.

A Forensic laboratory officer walked towards the corpse of Yoga. Then he saw the wound on Yoga's neck. His forehead shriveled as if confused by the event.

"No," he told the two policemen. "Possibly psychic trauma or acute asthma" he said, unsure of his expectations.

The officer then covered the white cloth again. He took a long breath. Stay away from the dead body of Yoga.

The long night passed quickly. The full moon that had sunk in the western horizon, was now changing with the sun rising from the east to shine a light on the entire universe. All activities are running normally as usual. The capital is always busy with its busy activities. But there is something different, no more joy Yoga in the days that follow even for eternity for family and friends who know Yoga.

"Goodbye, Yoga. May all your goodness be received by His side and we will all remember your kindness."

Indra Ramdanis Yoga

1983, March 13 - March 2002, March 13

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