FROM ANOTHER WORLD TO YOU (Sistery Story Group )
P R A K A T A :

They came at midnight, disturbed my sleep, and left at dawn, making me feel lonely even though I was crowded by people who were trapped in their daily routine. It never crossed my mind that I would have friends like those who told me the story as blood flow, breath and heartbeats became the drivers of his life.

At first I was disturbed by their presence .. rocking my bed, pulling my legs as well as the blanket that covered my body when cold pierced the bones, moving things, turning on electronic equipment and so on. I pretend not to care even had time to yell, scold and also pelted them with makeshift items. “Can you guys be quiet and no longer bother us !!” that's what I said on my lips when my blood was rising. They were neither angry nor rebuked me. SILENCE IS NOISELESS.

And I started trying to open up, hear what they were trying to say. Although actually I myself was afraid to look at their scary faces and manifestations. Come and change. I wonder why I alone can see and talk to them, when all I know from my family genealogy, no one has that ability 23 years of my life, never once have I learned anything that smells MYSTICAL or WORLD SPIRIT.

THEY WANT TO BE HEARD. That's the advice of some paranormal companions. When one or more of them came to me, I put out a blank pen and book, like a journalist in a print media, the question and answer happened. Sometimes it is difficult for me to understand their language, because it comes from various places that have their own cultural culture and history. Want to not want my imagination also tell stories, and coincidentally the same as what they tell.

The difference between the real world and the occult world is only as thin as paper. Paper that accidentally or accidentally torn/torn and allow the residents can visit each other. In the eyes of those who live in another world/supernatural, we are guests and vice versa.

They tell a lot, they will never want to stop telling stories when history where the breath and heartbeat are still the drivers of their lives in the past is revealed.

They just want to tell a story, without wanting to write their real name. Only I know what their real name is. So, if there is a similar name, title, or incident with their experience, it is a coincidence. There is absolutely no intention from me to corner certain parties. Again, it's just a coincidence.

I hope that the first book that I wrote, can be an entertainer or just a filler of free time Reader Who Budiman at a time when saturated with daily activities. It might also be a lesson. Because, in the stories that I write are also tucked into the History of the Past that people may rarely know. That's my hope. Hopefully this book can be used as a filler for your free time. HAPPY READING.

Writer