Alter Ego's
Honest

At 21:00 wib.

The atmosphere in alley H. Mulya was deserted. Though the other alley in the housing complex is still crowded with people chatting.

Al Barokah gang, for example, is always crowded by residents. Seen often appear impromptu night market every Tuesday night.

There are a lot of strange rumors about the gang. Most mystical stories. In addition to the existence of a joglo-style house that is almost a hundred years old and a plot of burial area that contains

Despite the many bad rumors in the alley, inevitably I have to go through it tonight. Because my sister Cindy has a fever and the closest street to the pharmacy is alley H. Mulya.

Tonight, my favorite football team is playing, so I need to get home quickly.

However, the quiet atmosphere and dead lighting and cold air made my voice faint.

“For the sake of Leonel Messi.” my resolve is to ventured.

For the sake of ignoring the strange cold air and the sound of birds in the distance, I put up a hetzet and turned on the song on my smartphone.

The fun-filled Dance Monkey song blew my fear away on that silent road.

In the midst of the cool voice Toni Watson was singing, there was a strange sound like the hoarse voice of a grandmother was chuckling.

I think I just misheard. That's why I ignored.

But it happened again when I played a Thousand years song by Cristina Perry. The mello song has a lot of gaps in its lyrics. And I'm sure between the lyrics of the song, I heard a female hoarse voice that vaguely sounded like saying ‘Come.’.

My hair stood up immediately. Could those mystical rumors be happening to me as well?

I accelerated my steps while looking down.

Dukes...

I feel like his shoulder just hit someone.

“Ah, sorry...” I asked while looking back to see who I just hit.

But no one was there.

Looking ahead, I found no one.

Then, what did I hit earlier?

Fear attacked me. All my life I've never been this scared.

I ran with all my might. However, I felt the end of the alley as if moving away.

No matter how hard I ran, the end of the alley seemed to be getting more and more out of the way.

“Come here.” heard back the hoarse grandmother's voice.

I stopped running and just looked down. My breath's choked.

The street lights kept on living dead on top of my head as if mocking my situation which was still frozen in place.

“Come..”.

Again that voice. The shakes in my body are getting stronger. I feel like I'm gonna faint.

This time I could not maintain my consciousness as I felt a hand stroke my back. The cold hand.

...

“That's the story” said Amin ending the story.

The listener who contained his classmate clapped his hands with Amin's story.

“Wah, did not expect Amin sinter really for his horror story.” praise Andi followed flattery from other friends.

Amin just grinned got a lot of flattery from his friends. Sometimes his hands were stroking the back of his neck.

In fact, the beginning starts from several students including Mala who are busy exchanging horror stories. Then Feiz joined in and from when, knew that one class had come together and shared a story.

“By the way, whose story is that from? I'm not sure it's your original story.” asked a friend.

“Te.. of course not..” Amin argued and explained that it was someone else's experience.

Without him knowing, there were two people who immediately understood if Amin was lying.

“Wah, he was hit by the curse of astral beings.” Mala commented while still looking towards Amin. More precisely, a black smoke figure beside him.

“Iya. If not released immediately, he can be dangerous”

Mala's eyeballs rolled with a face that was upset because the one that chimed in his murmur was Feiz.

“You! Why is it still here? Your job is done, right? Go there.” Mala glared at Feiz.

“Lost away your plain pretentious face”

Mala left Feiz still grinning on the spot.

...

The next night, at about 20:40 pm, Mala came to H. Mulya. The place Amin told me about.

“Ga no tuh.” comments Night.

“Any. It must be the place. See that empty house and that little grave?” point Mala.

“I really don't feel anything, kok.”

“What he said..” suddenly a voice interrupted them. Someone emerged from behind the wall of an empty house.

“I told you I didn't want to see you, kan” snapped Mala at the person who turned out to be Feiz.

“I came here because of Amin's story. You're the same, right?” terka Feiz who was countered by throwing a face by Mala.

“Not your business..”

“ Just like you. Ah, no. Like y'all... I've been here since 19.30 wib and nothing happened.” Bright Feiz.

“But the curse sign.”

“Entahlah.” Feiz raised the shoulder of the ignorant sign.

“It's already night. A good woman can't come home late at night, right? How about I drop you off?” bargain Feiz.

“No want..” Resist Mala firmly.

“How about this?” Feiz showed off his fancy car contacts.

“You think I'm a woman...MMAAUU..!!” Mala was silent because her body had been taken over by Night.

Gladly, Night clings to Feiz who takes him to his car. Not caring for his sister who blabbed long because of the reckless behavior of Night.

....

Amin was sleepy when the time still showed at nine less than two minutes.

The PR he was working on had only half finished but his eyes were already very heavy to open.

Eventually he was defeated by drowsiness and fell asleep at the study table.

...

Amin's eyes opened slightly.

“Still dark.” He thought as his eyes found no light.

PAT..

A light had just shone for less than two seconds. Like lightning.

Amin shocked. He tried to rub his eyes to make sure things were going.

PAT.. PAT..

Again, the light appeared not just once but more. Is the room light broken.?

Her eyes widened. The light was not from the room lamp. Now he's standing in the middle of the street in alley H. Mulya and that lightning-like light, were street lights..!

Amen trembled with fear. “Why can I be here?” thought.

Without a second thought, he took a thousand steps. Trying to get out of that alley.

However, the faster he ran, the further along the end of his alley.

“Why can I be here? Am I not in the room now?” he thought while frightened.

Amin's energy is drained. He was like running on a football field three times a round. However, the end of the alley in question he did not reach.

When he started to get tired, his shoulders were like those on someone's arms. She's looking. But, there's nobody.

Not yet finished his brain digesting what was happening, a hoarse granny voice sounded by him.

“Come..! Come.”

Call Grandma's voice. His heart is beating fast. His whole body was trembling.

“All this is why it happened again.”