Twin Love Persons

Not a Horror Story

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“Elo sure you want to take your motorbike at school at this hour?” ask Dance to make sure. Even though the helmet was already hanging over his head, his motorcycle engine had been turned on with his thin body hanging over it, in his heart there was a sense of doubt that made him unsure of this situation.

“Iya,” Qameella reply quickly. Positioning himself in the back seat of the Dance while hooking the helmet strap he wore.

“Why not tomorrow anyway, all you bring right home from school?”

Qameella tilted her head bent from behind Tari's shoulder. Make sure something from the expression of the face of the friend who looks strange.

“Why, elo scared?” instead of answering Qameella asked back. He deliberately wanted to test how brave Dari was to accept his challenge. A smile pinched at the tip of the lip of the glasses girl minus it. He knows that his best friend is the kind of timid person, and it's easy to be scared.

Horror stories about school buildings are no longer new or taboo among the wider community. Not a few people who believe in the presence of astral beings in the school building. Maybe that's what's troubling Dance's mind. Moreover, lately often circulating horror stories in his own school environment. Of course make the fur stand up.

“Gue, scared? Heh! Hahaha.” Dance tried to cover her fear with a discordant laugh. He was afraid of being harassed by Qameella. Although from outside his best friend is a person who does not talk much, but if you already talk ears will feel spicy more than the spiciness of the devil's chilli.

“When did I ever say I was a coward? Just no lo!” kilah Dance is arrogant, when the real guts shrivel. Then laugh again.

Oh my God, I hope nothing happens there. Pinta and his prayers in heart.

Quietly Qameella held back a laugh. He knew that Dance was lying.

“Kalo dare, yes already running the motor, why is it still silent bae here?” his word that makes Tari can not dwell. Slowly but surely Tari was driving his motorcycle.

At about the same time the Guard entered the residential complex where Qameella lived. The guy wants to meet the girl. But not yet arrived at Qameella's house, in the middle of the road he passed with him towards the outside of the complex gate.

“Where are they going these nights?” ask him in heart. “not that he was not allowed out the same night his bokapnya, yes?”

Out of curiosity Garda immediately turned his motorcycle, directly trailing Qameella and Tari.

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Qameella asked Mr. Supri for permission, the school guard who happened to be sitting at the security guard post near the school gate. Accompanied by a glass of black coffee and dangdut music that flowed from his phone, accompany him to activities on this cold night.

After getting permission, Qameella accompanied by Tari entered the parking area that jutted into, near the UKS room.

"He dared? Kok hold my hands fasted, rich until blisters or bruises so tight elo holdin," quipped spicy Qameella. Dance reflexes release the handle.

"What the hell lo, lebay! Just hold it so doang, there's no way your hands until the wound," the sting was upset.

Qameella grunted softly.

In front of the gate, the Guard had just arrived. Get off his motorcycle and take off his helmet. His eyes combed all over the horror-looking school building, with no occupants at night. Then he saw that Tari's meticulous motorcycle had been parked not far from the security guard post.

"They went to school? What do you want to do these nights?" mumbling wonder.

"Eh, Mas Rega, what are the nights here?" the sound of reprimand shocked the Guard, abruptly turning his gaze to the source of the voice. His gaze was veiled with thin-moustached men in safari uniforms, typical of school guards. It seemed that the thirty-year-old man did not know, the person before him was not Rega, but his twin brother, the Guard.

The guard nodded his head while squinting an awkward smile on his lips.

"Mas Rega there is also need, or want to nemenin.." Mr. Supri hangs his sentence while throwing a stifled smile.

What does this man mean?

Garda pretended to scratch his non-itchy nape with an ambiguous smile.

Qameella and Tari had already found what they were looking for, under the dim light of only getting reflections from the corridor lights.

The desolate condition like this made Dari shudder in fear. Fortunately, there was Qameella nearby so she did not have to run away from this place.

"Yes, I know." Qameella was busy looking for the whereabouts of her motorcycle keys, exploring the entire pocket of her jacket and jeans. But he could not search in the pocket of the shirt that was behind his jacket. Because they don't have pockets.

"What a long time, Meel?" tanya Tari is impatient.

"Yes, wait a minute, it's me again."

"She, right?" Dance looks restless.

"Patience first napah," Qameella began to be frustrated because what she was looking for could not be found.

The two legs of the dance began to move unsettled. His heart was also agitated. The wild leaflets began to disturb his calm which was long enough to be trapped here. Ghost stories that he had heard, suddenly milling haunt his mind. Making his place to learn feels more horror.

"It's been a while, what the hell, Meel? I feel bad for being here for a long time."

"How bad?" qameella asked did not understand. "our men have permission this same Mr. Supri earlier."

"That's not what I mean..."

"Keep what?"

"Elo don't know what, about our school building?" sahut Tari half whispered while leaning her mouth with one hand beside her lips towards Qameella.

Qameella's reflexes sharpen her complexion.

"Gue horrors from senior brother, our school was once used.." Tari's speech had to be cut because of a strange sound coming from the UKS room.

Sontak Qameella and Tari jumped in shock to immediately embrace.

"Su, what's that sound, Meel?" tanya Dance panicked and her body trembled in fear.

"Gue doesn't know either, Tar."

"Ja, ja, don't-don't be right..."

"Don't be right what?" look for Qameella to panic.

"So at. in. our school is haunted, aaahhh..." Dari tried to answer even though he finally screamed hysterically, then ran away the ridge leaving Qameella.

Qameella also did not stay silent, joined the run after seeing Dari run in droves.

"Tars... Dance...wait me!" the strangler behind the dance.

Mr. Supri and Garda who were still chatting in front of the security guard post, were not surprised to hear the screams of the two girls.

"We have the sound of people screaming" added the Guard.

"Yes, but who is it?" Mr. Supri looked confused.

"Don't-don't...." Mr. Supri hung up his sentence. Then he moved quickly into the parking lot, because he just remembered that the two girls had not returned. I was worried something would happen to both of them.

The guard frowned. Without being asked he immediately tailed behind Mr. Supri. His heart was tingled to find out what had happened there.

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Dari and Qameella stopped their steps with gasping breaths.

"Oh, so tired!" exclaimed Qameella, her breath still hunting. His hands rest on his knees like a man in prayer.

"Yes, I did too." Dari held onto her chest which felt a bit claustrophobic after running, while leaning her back against the wall.

Suddenly the two fell silent, when they realized now they were not choosing the way out to the school gate. Instead of getting inside the school building. They are now in front of the laboratory.