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

The anxiety that raged in this heart, made me unable to think clearly. I took a quick step and ran as hard as I could to comb through every floor in this house. I don't care what's stopping me up there.

It seems that Arif and Mang Tohir still do not understand what is happening. They were just glued to watch me in the fog, "Woi! Den! ... "

"Mas!"

This step choked, right on the last rung of the ladder. With my breath cut off, I turned my head in haste as if I didn't know the direction of— when I arrived at the second floor that was pitch black. I can't even see clearly here.

"bt ... " My nada was getting higher but sounded vibrating, accompanying my breath that felt heavier. I realized that this scream would not be enough to find my sister.

"bt ... " I began to step, walking through the narrow beams and bamboo that were the support of the roof on this floor. So panicked I was, so I could not step properly, not even rarely this knee hit the array of blocks and dry bamboo that crossed—meets the entire room.

The footcloth approached quickly, delivering Mang Tohir to the second floor, "Mas ... " He paused for a moment, to regulate his breathless breathing, "Mas, flashlight ...." Mang Tohir stuck out his arm, gave me a flashlight which I quickly grabbed.

Not wanting to think anymore, I also circulated the light in all corners of the room.

"In ... !! "

"Be careful, Mas, a lot of nails."

"Den, relax Den, relax ...."

I turned around and glanced at Arif with a sharp look, "What did you say! Relaxed? Edi is Rif! Keep telling me, relax?" Arif's face was very clear, as I pointed at him with a flashlight, "get sane, Rif!"

"Ma-I mean ...  For your safety too, Den," Arif dodged, his voice sounding stiff and disjointed.

"Lu won't understand what I'm feeling, Rif!" My tone is getting higher, my emotions are so easily provoked. It was as if Arif was an easy target for my anger relief material, "Because you never had a sister!" I approached one step towards him. "Gue doesn't need any advice from you!"

"Russia ... " Arif was about to answer again, but I decapitated him.

"If you are afraid! ... You don't have to help me, Rif!" my floor, then turned face away from him, to return to search.

I went even deeper, until I stopped on an unfenced balcony. I circulated the flashlight to every corner of the room, but I found no one but Arif and Mang Tohir waiting for me at the end of the stairs.

My lyrics shifted to the row of steps right on the right side of Arif and Mang Tohir.

Third and fourth floors!

Right now I can't control my body properly. The fingers of this arm felt cold as sweat began to pour from my forehead. In fact, the two sides of my cheeks felt so warm, still with extravagant breath. Now I'm drowning in a sea of emotions that are so hot.

The sound of beams and dry bamboo being swept away by the feet, seemed to describe the precarious situation in this room.

"Maos ..."

"Russia ... "

I don't know what they're thinking. Helping no, just displaying a dumb face while calling out my name every time I cross paths with him. But it all did not slow down this step up the stairs to get to the third floor.

"Maas ...."

I sighed impatiently, and turned quickly to the mang Tohir trailing behind me, "Ngapain! Help me somewhere else!" 

"blu-yes ... Mas ... " Mang Tohir came back down the stairs and was lost to darkness.

A strange smell instantly anesthetized my nose, as I arrived at the floor I was heading to.

Obviously this floor is very different from the others. The room felt so hot and stuffy, even though it had no doors and windows. The floor feels so humid—by the puddles that are visible in every corner of the room—and filled with piles of blocks that are not neatly arranged, lying just like that on the floor.

I don't think it's possible for Edi to set foot on this floor, because I know very well that he's not a typical person with great guts.

For a moment I was silent right on the lip of the stairs, trying to regulate this breath that began to suffocate my neck. Every now and then I observed the stairs that referred to the second floor, and looked at all the parts on this floor. Just my feelings!

I took a deep breath, and re-echoed, "In ... "

The creaking of the feet passed through the puddle of water, clearly sounding breaking the silent and dark space. Slowly but surely, I panicked through all the pieces on this floor. Seen before me, a space squeezed by three rooms that still had no doors. 

"In! ... " I'm pretty sure this voice is quite clear, if he's on this floor he'll definitely respond.

Duuuugg!!

I flinched and turned my head quickly, when I heard something fall down the stairs leading to the fourth floor, "Di?" I scrunched my eyebrows, trying to notice the sound.

Duuuugg!!

And the voice came back, but this time in a different place.

Duuuugg!!

I smiled slightly and raised one eyebrow, You little brat! The sound sounds odd— will be made-up—I'm sure, surely the culprit the person I was looking for, is none other than, not, is my sister.

Only then could I sigh in relief, even though it made me panic half to death, at least he was fine.

Duuuugg!!

"Oi! Exit ... Just messing around, you are!" My floor, walking up the stairs and sticking my head up, "In ... Down! ... "

Duuuugg!!

I clucked lazily, then climbed the stairs one by one with a flashlight illuminating the dark end of the hallway. "Hc ...." 

My eyes grew bigger, when I arrived on the fourth floor, and I found no one in this open room. There are only piles of wood that have dried and wet—watered rainwater. I slightly raised my chin, silent and silent, waiting for the voice I heard earlier. 

It is impossible for someone to hide in this room, because with just one look I can see the barrier wall that fences every corner of the room—the fence wall is only as high as the waist of an adult man—with five pillars supporting the roof at each end rigorously.

I pulled the lyrics on a mini—-sized laddermaybe just enough for one person— leading to the next floor. But the ladder looks so fragile, because it has not been fully completed—seen from the row of bamboo that supports the ladder from below—even still covered by dry twigs and gunny sacks. There's no way Edi could've broken through any of that.

The feeling that began to calm down, now re-shaken. My breathing is getting faster, as this heart beats more and more. I don't understand what's really going on, where else should I look. 

I turned towards the wall, and thought of something. There is only one place that escapes from these eyes. Front page! It would probably be very good to observe around the house from this high distance.

I stuck out half of the body—through the barrier wall—and circulated the flashlight to all directions.

In front of the house seemed so quiet, there were only wild trees swaying by the wind that was blowing medium.

I put my finger on my cheek and took a deep breath, "In ... " At once my voice was heard echoing in the middle of the night.

My body felt increasingly weak, consumed by negative thoughts about my brother's condition. I don't know where else to look. All the rooms in this house I've combed, without a single one escaping my eyes. But why isn't there a single lead I've met.

Until something caught my attention. I narrowed my eyes, observing the front yard very carefully. I don't know why my premonition was so strong on a sand dune in the front yard of the house.

"Oi! Ref! ... Mang! ... " I tried to call them impatiently, "Mang! ... Ref! ..."

Before long, when he saw Mang Tohir coming out, he circled around looking for the source of my voice. "Mang!"

"Me, Mas?" screeching, he looked up at me from below.

"Try opening that tarp ... " He turned his body again, looking for something I meant, "Het-dah. That! ... Who made the sand!" I raised—'s hand asking him to open the tarp.

He didn't say much, he pulled a blue tarp from his place, and something we found.

"Mas ... Edi, Mom!"  

Without a second thought I turned around and ran as fast as I could to get to the ground floor immediately. But damn, the panic that was too big made me not care about anything, so I did not realize if there was a block that ran right in the middle of the room that made my body slammed, fell down.

I moaned rolling around, clutching my chest that was hit hard by a blunt object lying on the floor. I can't breathe out long.

Stuttering, I tried to grab a block lying not far from me, to help rise from the injury that almost rendered me helpless. 

Downstairs there was a rush of feet up the stairs, "Mas! Mas ... " It seems like Mang Tohir and Arif are looking for me on every floor.

Until they arrived at the lips of the stairs on this floor, "Den ... " Arif who realized I was in trouble, swiftly approached me with quick steps, then kneeled to reach me, "Lu, why?"

"Gu-guuee  ... It's okay, Rif ... " Even saying a word is difficult.

I gripped Arif's shoulder firmly, "Edi ... "

"At the bottom, Den ... " Arif lowered his face, "He ... Unconscious!"

I felt my heart torn to shreds when I heard Arif's words. It was as if all the bad premonitions I felt were becoming more and more real.

Anj*** ... !!! My anger was unstoppable, even the floor became the moons of my fingers. "Who did that!" But Arif and Mang Tohir just mute.

"WHO DID THATUUU!"

"Mas ... Patience, mas ...."

"Y ... Yeah, I don't know, Den ...."

"Bye-yeah, Mas ... How could we do that to sister, Mas."

"If not you! Whoaa!!!"

"ka-we—"

"Den, you know, right. We're all in this house, but I swear. For anything! It wasn't I and Mang Tohir who did that!"

"That's right, Mas. We talked together all night. And Edi was in the room with Mas Arif."

I grabbed Arif's collar, and stared at him sharply. "Take Edi from here!" My heart beat faster.

"Bec ... But. How's lu?"

I clenched my teeth, my breathing came back irregular, "Take Edi from here!" I rise, though still staggering and resting on a block.

"Mang! ... Come with Arif! Maybe your energy is much more useful!"

"Ba-Good, Mas ... "

"O-okay, I'll come back later, Den! ...." Arif started to move quickly, turned around and ran. "Come, Mang!"

"Yes ... Yes, already ... K-we first, yeah. Mas."

I limped, with the palm of my arm turned to my chest, and I went to the side of the wall to see Edi and the others leave the house.

How powerless this heart is, when I see the little brother drooping helplessly, I don't even know his current condition. Deep anxiety, enough to make these eyes glazed.

After raising my sister on a motor vehicle, Arif waved at me and exclaimed, "Gue ... Not lamaaa! Waityou!" They left me alone in this house. Now I can only hope that Edi will be okay.

My breath grew heavier, this palm shook violently. I can no longer afford to stem the flow of emotions that are becoming more and more. I turned around, staring intently at the pitch-black room. I even turned off the only light source.

"What creatures are you! ...  Alient, yes! Ghost, huh! Jin, huh! Whatever you guys are here!" I spread the beam towards the back. "Get all of you out!!!" And threw it so fast, and hit the blocks stacked in a corner, causing a bang so hard.

I twisted the lyrics, momentarily feeling the rough wind that hit the nape of my neck. I grinned with a smile, as I felt the fur of Rome begin to crumble.

"Who did that!" gusark. Turn with elbow eyeing. "Who hurt him!" My eyes circled the room, but there was no one behind me, other than the sound of a beam falling on one of the floors below me.

"Oc!!! OUT!" 

Bruuuuaaaakk ... !!

The arranged beams scattered on the floor, as the soles of the feet sped quickly against him.

"POCK! KUNTILANAK! OUT YOU!!"

I snatched a slopp of blocks long enough, and dragged them down the stairs all the way to the third floor. The atmosphere and unpleasant smell are clearly felt here, making this floor have a very different impression. 

"If it's your doing!" This tone sounded trembling, powerless manah peerless emotions. "Exit ... Let's see you guys!"

BRUAAAAKKKK!

I can't believe they're really responding to me. The sobbing sound of a woman's cry, as breezy as it sounded, after I threw a beam brutally towards a corner of the room.

"Just crying! ... KIDS CAN DO IT TOO!!" I followed the sound of crying with quick steps, but this is a little strange. The more I looked for it, the more it moved away, but it was still clearly heard.

"Until seen! I'm fucking stripping your clothes!"

Arakkkkkkk!!!

I hit the wall with a block of hard, "Get out! Vedus!"

As soon as I ran as fast as I could, I was sure that the sound of crying was in one of the rooms on this floor.

The room I was going to was not very spacious, and still morat-marit. The walls and floors were still very rough, and without doors or windows.

But I still saw no one in this room. It's just that the sound of crying is no longer heard by me. 

Gbbruukk!

I was stunned, as the sound of the door slamming that was on the ground floor boomed, echoing up to this floor.

The front door, huh!

I quickly climbed down the stairs in a hurry. I'm sure it wasn't Arif and Mang Tohir, because there was no sign of any approaching vehicles.

My steps flinched, before I arrived at the kitchen—still in the middle of the stairs, between the ground floor and the two—I was struck by a pitch-black shadow, the middle down the stairs ran towards the front of the house very quickly. Of course I accelerated the pace to chase after him.

But when I arrived on the ground floor—right in the kitchen room— I looked in all directions, but strangely no one was here, even the kitchen door and front door were still tightly closed.

Krreeckkkk ....

The courtyard was dark and silent, clearly visible as I opened the main door. I stepped through the door, until it stopped right in the middle of the front porch.

The trees seemed to be dancing as the wind groped the smooth nape of my neck. My eyes turned—watching every corner of the yard home—but I don't see anyone here.

Until this netra stalled on a magnificent white house— was on the left side of our house—and could be something that looks awkward there.

I was stunned, when I found a piece of white cloth, dangling in the middle of the balcony.

Feeling unsure of what I saw—because it could have been just a blanket or something like—I sharpen my eyesight to observe it deeply.

And, the first thing I noticed was. How the cloth hangs there. And what it looks like.

I looked a long time ago, but still I did not find a single rope around it. Upright, slightly bent and moving faintly. Strengthen my guess, if that's what I'm observing. Is a normal human—maybe it's a woman. He appears to be wearing Mukena.

It is not impossible if he is the owner of the house who was disturbed by the commotion that I caused earlier.

I still looked at him without turning a bit. He looks only a piece of body—from head to waist—because blocked by the balcony fence.

Ah, nevermind. I'd rather look for something else than add to the problem.

But nevertheless. Just a little bit I turned away from the figure, as soon as it shrank and darted very quickly, accompanied by a shrill laughter and lost behind the lush trees and dark night.

"Didnuts!"

I still don't think about something like that. They are able to wiggle leaves and branches, as if they have a real physique.

There was soon the cry of a woman sniffling from inside the house. Nah! I swiftly turned around to follow the source of the sound it came from.

"Crying again! ... Out can't be no! ...."

My steps came to a halt right where her crying voice sounded powerful.

"You can make a sound! But why not show yourself!" gusarku, as his eyes continued to observe at every corner of the room.

"Get out! ...."

I continued to follow the source of the voice, but I just circled around in the living room, as if being played with by the sound. As I got closer, the voice moved to the other room.

It's unclean!

Until I stopped near the stairs leading to the second floor. The atmosphere was suddenly silent, when the woman's cry was no longer heard by me.

I watchfully turned to all directions, but there was no sound or movement of any kind I could feel here.

I let out a tired breath, and stared all over my body. Unknowingly, the clothes I was wearing had been soaked by the relentless sweat pouring out. Plus injuries to my calves and thighs made me unable to walk perfectly.

I'd better call Arif, to ask about Edi's condition.

But something strange happened behind me. I was flabbergasted, when I turned around to go to room number two. The guest room has now been filled with bluish-white smoke that billows thick— like there is something burning—But I am sure if this smoke is not caused by something burning. It is impossible if the smoke from the burning can be this white.

This smoke is definitely unusual!

I don't know what kind of feeling is in my heart, but this hunch says, if I'm in big trouble, and something invisible is lurking around me.

I clenched my nose with my finger, as the strange smell felt so piercing. This smell is so bad. Sometimes the carcass smell stings and turns into the smell of hangit—bak burning hair.

"If you dare here! Saw you!"

No doubt my head feels dizzy accompanied by my stomach churned—feeling nauseous, can not stand the smell that pierced up my esophagus.

Bruukkkk...

I turned my head quickly at the kitchen door that suddenly opened just like— like something broke it—. I don't know what hit it, to make such a loud sound, even the Slot key on the door until it bounced on the body of the teak closet.

Of course it makes my heart pound. Even the beam on my arm was unceasingly shaking, accompanying the slowly watchful steps closer to the kitchen door.

A breeze was beginning to envelop my body, as I arrived not far from the doorway. As much as the eye can see, it only presents a darkness that envelops the vastness of the backyard.

The atmosphere here felt even quieter, and colder. The bush and piles of unused building materials add to the increasingly gripping atmosphere. In the left and middle corners, there are still two dry rambutan trees filled with Sement dust attached to the leaves.

My eyeballs are growing. I stretched my legs together to form horses, with fingers clenched beams as hard as I could— ready for battle.

It was clear that a black shadow was slowly descending the tree trunk. The shadow almost resembles a wisp of smoke, but it does not billow— very neatly like a fine silk cloth.

"What do you want!" I screamed, with a loud voice and stopped the movement of the shadow. "What's wrong!" After the shadow had touched the earth, it was now slowly rising upwards, as if it was about to form something.

My hair is unbearable, standing from my feet to the crown. The higher the more obvious the change in form.it almost forms the shoulders and head.

Not yet finished with the shadow, suddenly my body felt so heavy, that it made my knees shake. I was carrying dozens of sacks of rice on my back.

But all that does not distract this attention to the black figure that is now transformed into an old Grandma dressed in typical Javanese kebaya patterned batik yellow and black.

I don't understand why this figure of Grandma feels familiar to me, "You! ... " Have not had time to speak, as soon as my feet became stronger, powerless to withstand the heavy burden that became more and more. To force me to put one hand on the ground.

To ... Why is it like this! What's up with ... My body ... this!

Like a barrage of attacks, now a strong wind hit my face with a very rough, along with the loss of the figure of the Grandmother from his place.

All my body suddenly shivered—like water splashed Es—My vision began to be disturbed, everything seemed to be blurry, faint indistinct. Plus my lips were so cold that I could no longer swallow.

As much as possible I survived this situation, insisting on fighting it. Every now and then I groan to exert all my strength—hoping to rise from this strong pressure.

But all that was in vain, the flash of light felt jarring in my eyeballs, even these two eardrums were buzzing violently, leaving only the sound of breathing increasingly weakened.

As hard as I made a revolt, the more I was sucked in by the darkness that was about to take me by force. And I finally gave up. This is the most horrible sight I've ever had.

My eyes grew bigger, my whole body felt completely cold, unable to accept this heartbreaking reality.

A-do I already .. This inner being feels hit, when I see myself struggling to stay awake.

Could this be me ...

I floated in the air—not far from my half-standing body— was stepped on by a giant foot so big and hairy, resembling the foot of a giant gorilla.

Even one feather is equivalent to one broomstick. Not to mention that the foot had extremely terrifying nails. The shape is almost the same as human nails in general, it's just a little curved—bak nails a hawk.

I can't speak, can't even imagine how big this thing is. I can't even see her knees piercing the ceiling.

I realized that it was not just that figure that could be seen by me. In every corner of the backyard, there was a line of other creatures who were watching me with unusual shapes.

There was even one creature so conspicuous among the others. The figure has a very long neck, so his face can touch the ground.

Am I dreaming? If so ... Please! Wake me from this nightmare!!!

I beat my cheeks very hard, but I couldn't feel anything. On the other side my body has been sprawled, blocked by a large leg that covers my entire body—only visible right arm that protrudes out of the gap of the soles of the feet.

Despite being separated from my body, but why, I can still feel my whole body shivering in the cold. Like a sign that this physical has reached its limit ...

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"Keep, what's going on, Den?"

"That day ... Be the beginning where I can't tell the difference. Where are friends and where are opponents! Human or not!"

"You mean?"

"I'm caught between two realms!"

More or less like that is the contents of the BBM Massage me and Deni. Look forward to the next chapter that will tell what really happened to Deni next.

"I can feel! Not even rarely see it! Moreover, the Little Girl always followed wherever I went!"

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