Abandoned House (True Story)
True Story - He's My Brother Part 3

I never thought Mang Tohir had so many unique and funny stories, often inviting laughter, shaking my stomach. For example, when he works somewhere to repair a clogged water pipeline. But unlucky for him, he just entered the wrong house. And that makes me ticklish. When he found the residents of the house were engrossed in making out with a woman. I can't imagine the expression on his face at the time. Perhaps the word 'Shame' was not enough to describe the chaotic situation back then. 

I patted the stomach, holding back the contractions after being blown away, "Cock can ... Until I entered the house wrong, Mang?" 

"That's a bunk house, Mas .... I forgot what number, troubled house."

"But ... Fortunate, Mang?" Once again I chuckled, unable to imagine the round face with the mustachioed was filled with shame, in front of two lovebirds who were knitting hot romance.

"What a number, Mas ... I just got the meaning ..."

"That, you know ... All I was confused about was why Mang Tohir could enter the house" I said, twirling my hands.

"Oh ... There it is, Mas ... Stupid is People. He didn't lock the door,"

I could not see Mang Tohir's face, making this breath feel exhausted. Even the warm coffee, already cold, was untouched in the least.

"If the exclamation of kayak gini, surely time does not feel, yes, Mang," I glanced at the watch, and stuck it out, "Well, see Mang ... At 11, it's almost midnight." 

Seeing that, Mang Tohir raised an eyebrow and exclaimed, "Wih ... 11 O'clock." He glanced at the back door, "It's a lot different than when I was living with my other co-workers."

"Where's the difference, Mang?"

"The difference ... It was only nine o'clock, all were already in the room," he said, lowering his lips, ostracizing, "In the cowards, all."

"Sir Mang?"

"Geri Mas if told," he replied, glancing in all directions, "Especially midnight rich, gini."

Even though I know, the meaning of his words will lead to nowhere. However, in order to uncover the main reason for the workers who often resign, I chose to pretend to be innocent.

"Gruesome because of what, Mang?"

Half Mang Tohir's body climbed on the table, and stuck his head towards me, in a low tone he said, "The occupants of this house, Mas ... "

"Dwellers ... Ghost means?"

"Crssttt .... Don't be so hard, Mom!"

His face looked alert, he looked back and forth, like he was being watched by something terrible.

"All the workers were also nervous, Mas," Mang Tohir seemed agitated, occasionally rubbing the nape of his neck.

"What kind of ghost bothered Mang Tohir, and the others?"

"Yeskkk, Mas .... From women, to children, there are also." He turned to the kitchen, then continued his words, "The most sinister ... In the kitchen, Mom."

"Kitchen? Why, Mang?"

"At that time, I was about to go to the toilet ... If not wrong ... Midnight, Mas. But, strange ... I heard Gamelan's voice, obviously ...."

"Continue?" I'm more and more interested in his confession, because it's also been my experience.

"I'm curious. Because I'm sure the voice was from behind the house ... So I opened the kitchen door, "he said, as his fat body shuddered in fear.

"mosk ... What's going on, Mang?"

He was silent for a moment, occasionally wiping sweat from his eyebrows, "Make it tell you I can't, Mas."

"What happened?"

"But, really, Mas ... I'm afraid, screw up the mood when told."

"Tell me, lah. Mang." I stared at him, "Curious, here."

"Po ...."

It looks like the lidab is so heavy to say a word, that I can't wait for it, "Pocong means, Mang?"

He nodded faintly, "I can't forget, Mom! Black face. His eyes, small as all white, with a look full of hatred. The skin of his face, you know, Mas ... Almost peeling all, until the cheekbones are clearly visible!"

I was silent, even though it was just a story, but this heartbeat was racing, it was getting faster.

"And that, Mas .. which is the main reason, why workers do not feel at home overnight in this house," concluded Mang Tohir.

This makes my guess work, if anything goes wrong in this house.

"If, Ma, Arif. I don't really care, do I, Mom?" he continued, staring at Arif, who was playing a Video Game with my sister.

"Will there be anything strange in this house?" in short, suppressing his words.

"Yes, Mum ...."

I clucked, and shook my head, "Opaan ... Yesterday night he was made like an undead."

Hearing that, Mang Tohir turned his head quickly towards me. "Living life, Mom?"

"Yes ... His whole body was stiff, his skin was deathly pale, cloudy I realized that night. He was sculpting in room number three, in a firm standing posture, with his face looking up at the ceiling. His eyes were all white, like a dying man!"

Hearing my words, making Mang Tohir shudder in agitation, he tightened his arms around his chest, and rubbed his hands.

"What's in this house ...."

I let out a long sigh, then said, "Outside of common sense Mang ... At first I was also indifferent, but the more here it becomes and irrefutably becomes, again."

Like ants smelling sugar. Shortly downstream a strange scent, sniffed in my nose.

"Mang ... "

It seems that I am not the only one who feels this, seen from the body of mang Tohir who began to fidget, monoleh in all directions.

"Well, Mom!" sergeant Mang Tohir, almost made my heart drop!

"What the hell, Mang?"

"Kemenyan, Mas," he said, seen several times he sniffed the air around, "Mistakenly, this must be the smell of incense!"

I was stunned, hearing Mang Tohir's explanation, making a recall of this scent. I heard the cry of a woman, momentarily sniffed by the same smell, the night before.

"Kemenyan Mang?" I asked, who doesn't really understand the meaning.

"Yes, Mas ... It is said that if you smell like this, there are usually subtle creatures at the source of the smell."

For some reason, my premonition got worse, making me even more agitated. I looked in all directions, until I stopped at the kitchen window, right by the side of the back door.

I was speechless, my eyes were wide open, my palms were sweating and my lips were so cold.

Just to hit the table I couldn't, my energy just disappeared.

"Mas ... Why ...."

The fireball glowed yellowish red, passing from the glass to the other keca. The ball was about the size of a chicken egg, drifting in an irregular direction, up and down.

Just this time I saw such a phenomenon, in fact, I had thought of it as a pair of burning eyes. Even so, it's been pretty scary for me.

"Ba ... Ban-banaspati ...." I don't understand what Mang Tohir said, he said in a trembling tone.

I poked my head towards him, "Sssstttt ... Mang ..." He turned his head, but not with his eyes, which were still fixed straight towards the kitchen window.

"Don't let others know ... I was worried that if they found out, it would even create an even worse atmosphere" I said, slightly whispering, which was called by Mang Tohir.

His face did not stop holding, even though the fireball was no longer visible.

"People, what, Mang?" Lirihku, but Mang Tohir just fell silent, not turning a bit away from the window.

"Why, anyway. A?"

I turned my head quickly towards Edi who was standing in the doorway of the room.

I tried to throw away this panicked face, with an innocent smile, "No ... It's okay, Di." I nodded, sticking an arm out at him, "Udah there ... Play the game again inside."

Edi shook his head, glanced towards the kitchen, "You go to Toilet A," said Edi, hastily, "it's done."

"Huh ... The kitchen?" My peek.

"Toilet ..."

"No ... There are!"

"There ... Kebelet, here!"

"I-it-tuh .. just go straight," I replied, pointing to the kitchen, and Edi walked to the toilet in quick steps, missing behind the wall of room number three.

"My feeling is not good, Mas," said Mang Tohir, looking quickly at me.

I just got up, trying to make sure Edi was in the toilet, but he was seen coming back from the kitchen.

I let out a breath of relief.

"No one should worry like him, Mang," I said, sitting back down.

"We're being overly concerned, Mas," said Mang Tohir, half-smiling.

With what I and Mang Tohir have experienced, juatru even opened the topic about, all the events that have been felt by the workers in this house.

The confession I got from Mang Tohit, if almost all workers are haunted by various kinds of events that are beyond reason.

There are those who meet the figure of Pocong, Kuntilanak, to a large tall figure filled with dense fur, named Genderuwo. There was even the figure of a girl, who was looking for her mother.

"Mang Deden, who now works, was once visited by a girl figure, Mas."

"I mean Mamang .. ghost of a child?"

"Betul Mas's. May ask Mang Deden if you don't believe it," concluded Mang Tohir, causing anxiety in my mind. I feel like there's a little memory behind this strange sequence of events. 'A child looking for a mother ...'

"Meet where with that figure, Mang," I said, curious.

"If he says anyway, behind the house, Mas." Take a cigarette and then start it.

Could this figure who often bothers me, in the kitchen room.

I sighed, slightly smiling, "Think of it, weird too, yes, Mang," I said, leaning my head against the wall, "They seem to have a look and a story."

"Pastilah Mas .. they are curious spirits who may have been involved in the dark events before."

"It could be, Mang. I don't really understand anything like this."

On the sidelines of our conversation, suddenly the room became pitch-black, the electricity in this house died completely.

"Wah ... dead lights?!"

"Due ... Mas, which match was that?"

"Because ... Mama, the last one to wear!"

The whole house was in an uproar, busy looking for lighting as quickly as possible. Until the bright light from inside the room is visible.

Arif turned on his phone, though not too bright but quite helpful.

"Ref ... On the bed was a po—" - my eyes grew bigger, when I felt something darting from the kitchen, just passing in front of my face.

Bruuakkkk ..!!!

The thunderous sound of the door being hit, made us gasp, screaming hysterically.

"What is it! ...."

It was clearly a white cloth, standing haughtily against us right at the front door

With the dark conditions of the room, we were made to die a step by that figure. I just fell silent, unable to say anything anymore. My body feels shivering.

Until finally the figure fades, and then disappears, leaving only the smoke of money quite concentrated.

My breath was so heavy, cold sweat started pouring from my forehead.

"Ribust, greatly ... Waduh, this is the burn of electricity."

"Woy ... Den!"

"B ... Li-iat, no, Mang?"

"Obviously, Mas."

I furrowed my eyebrows together, as the electricity came back on, illuminating all the rooms. The bluish smoke still seemed to be billowing in the air.

"Where is Den" said Arif, who was standing at the door of the room, "still in the bathroom?" he continued, making me look quickly at him.

I turned my head quickly towards him, with a sharp look, "It's not the same, Lu!"

"Dnh ... I thought up ahead, come talk."

"Don't joke you, Rif!

"Seriously, I ... You see it's not in the room!"

I stepped quickly, towards the door of the room, to confirm Arif's words.

"Jsa ... Relax dong ... Play toyor, aja!"

"Where, Edi? Ref!"

"Back it!"

As soon as a bad feeling ripped through my mind, my breath began to rise when I could not find Edi in the room. The toilet! As fast as I could run to the toilet.

"Woy Den ... What's the matter?"

Upon arrival in the kitchen, I saw the bathroom door open wide. The situation got worse, when I realized no one was in there. 'Well ... bangke!!'

"City ... " I was struck by overwhelming panic, anxiety and anxiety, mixed in this heart.

"Mangs! Ref! ... Find Edi in all the rooms!" my men, and we spread out into all space.

I'm pretty sure that Edi went into the room after going to the toilet. And it wasn't just me who saw it, even Mang Tohir saw it.

"Ref ... Lu, check the next room!"

It's impossible that if this was just a joke, because I know it well, he wouldn't dare to play me.

But, it makes no more sense, if Edi wanders around! Besides being a coward, this was his first time, he visited this house.

"In room number one there isn't, Mas."

"No, there ... In the third room, too."

I knocked myself down, sat by the bed. My knees felt weak to accept the words of Arif and Mang Tohir. My mind was muddled, by all sorts of bad shadows, behind this event.

I grabbed my hair in anger, unable to hold back the sea of emotions that were getting increasingly stirred up. Upstairs!

Without a second thought, I got up and ran to check all the floors in the house.

"Russia ... "

"Mas!"

I really can't calm down right now, panicked and agitated, mixed up in my mind. I don't care about those two idiots, who just hampered this search.

"Help find! Even to Cengo! Asu ...."

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