Cambodian Ward
Chapter 11 ~ Nine Beds

It was past midnight, but Ningrum's figure had yet to appear. Even I approached Ningrum many times who was asleep. All health workers in the Cambodian ward are busy with their individual patient responsibilities.

Andra's remarks about tonight will be frightening are unproven. It is almost two in the morning and the mystical conditions or distractions of ‘they’ are absent, of course make me happy and excited. Even the figure of Ningrum that I expected to attend did not appear.

“Well full,” muttered me when two toilets in the ward turned out to be being used, while my stomach felt wrapped around. Nature's call forced me out of the ward to the toilet on the janitor's side. Although hesitant to remember the past incident, but discomfort in the stomach forced me to hurry.

I chose the room closest to the door and finished haj@tku.

The sound of doors opening and the steps of people walking. It is certain that this is indeed someone, because I saw a foot stepping through the room where I was from under the door.

“Cepet terribly,” mumbled I saw the step back through and heard the sound of the door.

My business was done, when I opened the door to the room, it smelled a very pungent scent. The smell of incense burned, I memorized this smell because Dad once took me to a smart man to close my inner eyes and this smell was a hallmark of supernatural affairs.

I stepped towards the very end of the room, how shocked I was when I saw that there was a offerings on the floor of the room. Sesajen containing a cup of coffee, setung, eggs and I don't know much less.

“Who put this here yes, for whatever,” I said slowly.

The session I took to show Andra, the stinging smell made me want to rush out of the toilet.

“Aduh.” My stomach wrapped around me again, making me go back to the room. “It looks like I ate wrong,” my mummy is already sitting on the toilet.

Just finished washing and fixing my clothes, I suddenly felt bad. The room was cold and the lights began to flash, like yesterday night. I sat on the closed closet hearing the sound of footsteps. Not a footstep, like a jump.

My eyes widened to see the figure that had just passed in front of the room. Although only from under the door, but it is very clear that the figure is a jumping pocong.

My forehead was sweating, in my heart I said a prayer. It turned out that it was not over, there was another figure passing by and standing in front of the room I was in. Both hands shut my mouth so as not to make a sound, even my legs raised on the closet. With a trembling body I wish the figure would pass or leave immediately.

A figure with black feathers like a primate, somehow the appearance of his face and complete body. Just looking at her legs made me feel like I had a heart attack.

Bruk

The figure was pounding on the door of the room, my body was shaking even more. In my heart I pray for help. Finally the figure passed, my guess is ‘they’ to the offerings in the last room.

“God, help me,” I said inwardly.

Long enough for no more passing or returning figures, I lowered my legs slowly and stepped towards the door of the room. Dawdling inside here would be self-harm, the offerings were deliberately placed to feed the invisible.

Clamps.

I shifted the keys to the room and fell silent and looked down to see through the door. Make sure there is no one or anything in front of the room. Slowly, I opened the door and ran out. Either because of panic or indeed the main door of the toilet is difficult and heavy when I pull in.

“This is why hard,” I said feeling all over the body was goosebumps.

Srek

My lips continued to say prayers while trying to pull the door.

Srek

The voice was getting closer and felt behind my body.I slowly turned my head and ….

“Aaaaaa.”

I shouted to see the figure of the nurse in a dull uniform, disheveled hair and face. I finally managed to open the door, I ran towards the Cambodian ward. Again, I could not open the door.

Elevator is impossible, emergency stairs.

Brak

“Please, open the door." I screamed while crying.

Srek

Tap

I'm sure not only the pockmarked sisters are approaching, but the pocong is heading towards me.

“Andra!” I screamed again and my eyes fell on the automatic door sensor. I felt like cursing, because I panicked I forgot that the door could open by reading the fingerprints of the officer including me.

I opened the door after finger-scanning and slammed into Andra right there.

“Lo why?”

My body was limp as if boneless, my breath gasped and the view began to darken and ….

“Mel, Amel.” I still hear Andra's voice and it's dark.

...***...

I blinked my eyes and adjusted the view to the lighting of the room. There was the sound of medical devices that were mutually simple, obviously I was in the hospital. With a slow growl, I still felt dizzy trying to remember what happened and why I could lie here.

I slowly looked around, staring at the bed on my right. There's a woman lying there and it's a patient named Lydia.

Wait, if Lydia's there in bed eight means I'm in bed.

“Aaaa.” I screamed because it was hard to get up.

My hands and feet feel tied or something is holding back.

“Let go of me, please .. Andra help me.” I screamed while crying, because my body felt stiff.

Srek.

That voice again, I shook my body to wake up. However, difficult.

“Amel,” female voice calls me.

“Not ... go!!!!”