Alter Ego's
Fiesta
This afternoon the class was hot. Mr. Abdul, the history teacher was seen wagging his material book while teaching. Other students do the same.
The fan installed in the corner of the class was like failing to do its job in the last lesson hour.
Mala tried to concentrate on the lesson. But the restless feeling of Night disturbed him.
“ There will be bad things.” says Night. “ I feel there is an evil aura approaching.”
“ What do you mean..” is not finished Mala asked, heard a commotion in another class.
GGGRROOOOOAAAAA
There was a loud snarl in the next class. Attract the attention of all school members.
The teacher who teaches out of the classroom is followed by the students.
They run around asking for help from class to class.
“ No mass trance..!!” light of a student. Mr. Abdul went out to see the class situation in question.
Uncommanded, the students in Mala's classroom disbanded. They gathered the class in question.
Sure enough, there were about 3 schoolgirls and 2 students acting oddly. They barked, laughed unhappily, cried hysterically and there was even silence.
A number of students and teachers tried to hold the students who barked and growled, but were easily thrown. The students are of a mental stature. Same with other students and students.
Mala saw the crowd of spirits inside the classroom.
The spirit surrounded one class. Their numbers were so large that they dropped out of the classroom.
The class had been empty even though the five disciples were still there.
“ ghosts of crazy people. They are like the spirits that were on your laptop last night” thought Night.
“ Eh?”
“ is not wrong anymore, it's the ghost of a madman.”
“ why do they possess the bodies of these children?”
“ Let me ask you. I borrowed your body.”
Night takes over Mala's body and approaches one of the spirits.
“ Say, why are you gathered here?” night bluff on one of the spirits that he managed to catch.
“ Why.. heheh. Hehehehe...” The spirit was seen rummaging indistinctly.
“ Shit!! Waste of time!” night Umpat. “ In vain aja”
“ Keep what should we do?”
The night is confused.
30 Minutes later, the five students were still behaving oddly. Most of the students went home after the bell rang. Mala is the one who survives.
The headmaster came carrying a middle-aged man in white cocoa. Looks like a smart guy.
His name was Ustad Hasan. Not yet in the class, he frowned.
“ What used to be this school cemetery or former hospital?” ask him to the Principal.
“ No, Tad. This place used to be a rice field. I am an alumni here. So very understanding.” denied Kepsek.
“ But why do I feel the aura here is the same as in the cemetery area, yes?” the Ustad Hasan. “ More importantly, I will resuscitate pupils who are possessed.” He hastened his pace.
...
Mala saw all the action of Ustad Hasan. Happy holy verses buzzing, the ghosts were screaming and crying however, not budging from the place.
Even the Night also observed other strange behaviors. They reached for the air behind him but their legs seemed to be pulled back into the classroom. That's what makes Ustad Hasan's energy almost exhausted.
“ As in pull magnet” comment Mala.
“ Magnet?!” suddenly Night realized something. He ran.
“ What's wrong?” Confused mala.
“ Why the spirit of Old RSJ moved here. That is because there are those who call and why they do not flinch to hear the holy verse of the Qur'an, not because it does not work but because it cannot. In other words they are controlled.” Bright Night. His steps did not stop.
“ Not possible.. So, what's the reason?”
“ If for that, ask someone who has visited RSJ Lama”
“ Don't-don't.” Night justifies the thought that comes to mind Mala.
“ Zee... You are the one.” point Night while stopping the run.
In front of them, stood a student in question.
“ Wow..” Zee patted his hand. Cynical gazing. “ Turns out to be right my hunch. There is a spirit that unites itself with the living human body. Very interesting”
“ Ka.. You are not Zee.” Terka Nights. “ Who are you?”
“ Hem.. who ya kekeke.. now the hell is still not Zee. But soon I will be Zee.”
“ You mean. You want to eliminate Zee's spirit. I won't let it!!”
“ Before cocky. You have to prove to them first, deh” point Zee towards the back.
Night look back. The ghost group that surrounded the Zee class turned out to be there in a position ready to attack.
“ Finish our history.”
Zee laughed at his place. He looked satisfied looking at Mala's horrified face.
Pshuu...
Zee's laughter stopped. The ghost horde, stopped moving as if it was jammed. They immediately evaporated.
Zee collapses. The spirit that possessed him came out. The spirit was in the form of a bad-faced young woman, holding her chest that looked like there was a hole. His face grimaced in pain. Quickly the hole widened and the groaning of the spirit grew.
“ What has happened?” mala and Night are confused.
They only fell silent as the spirit vanished, evaporated and disappeared.
The night heard the sound of slow footsteps. While searching for the source of the voice, he saw the young man with white hair drifting away.
The night was still confused by his luck. But soon he was patting. Zee needs more help right now
...
In his place, Ustad Hasan had managed to resuscitate the possessed disciples. He looks exhausted. But, his forehead frowned at the aura that was once like a burial place now aura like a school in general.
“ Abi, are you done?” ask the voice of the white-haired youth.
“ oh, Aaron, yes. Wait.” The one Aaron called just nodded.