FROM ANOTHER WORLD TO YOU (Sistery Story Group )
Chapter XXVI: Three Stories of School Ghosts (First Night )

#1. Ghosts of Sinden in the Gamelan Room

"Ning... Nong.... Ning... Nong...."

The sound of gamelan was heard echoing on the second floor. Pak Agus, SD Negeri 1 Keteng, Banyuwangi who happened to get a guard duty night snorted, "Ah, cook there are students who have not returned while it is late this way," while glancing at his watch that had shown at 01:30 while his legs stepped up the connecting steps of the first and second floors.

"Ning.... Nong... Ning.... Nong....Ning.... Gongs"

The sound of "gong" sounded so loud that it shook almost all the walls of the window glass, making Pak Agus surprised, the flashlight in his grasp almost missed. If, that night the school did not get a turn to blackout the lights, he did not need to carry the flashlight.

He looked furious, "Hey, who is it, these nights ringing gamelan and gong, don't you know what time it is ?! Through midnight ! Come on, get out or I report to the principal!!" yells.

There's no answer. Mr. Agus was upset and when he arrived at the door of the room, the sound of gamelan was increasingly clearly heard. He was stunned, the door was tightly closed, obviously no one came in but, who was ringing the gamelan.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the key and very slowly, the door opened.

"Kkkrrriieeettthh..."

The sound of rusty door hinges caused horror at the nape of Mr. Agus. Flashlights panned in all directions, to every corner of the room, which appeared to be traditional gamelan, kendang, gong and gending musical equipment, made of neatly arranged bronze lined and angklung hanging right in the corner of the room. There was no one there, however, who sounded the gamelan and gending earlier. Now the tools are silent.

The guard was still standing glued to the door, while his pair of eyes were still staring at the traditional tools. The longer he looked at him, he felt there was a chill coming out from gamelan, gong and gending that might have been hundreds of years old.

Sayup-sayup sounds like a canticle,

"My boy, nice boy and handsome...

The sliramu tak angen...

Yen arep turu...

Simbokmu iki lunga namung ora suwe...

Turu, turu, turuo amarga banyune wes amber,"

Pak Agus looked to the origin of the sound, and was surprised when the light of his flashlight shone into a shadow of a woman in black, her hair was carried and decorated by a skewer of golden yellow rose-shaped konde. He sat in the right corner of the room. His right shoulder moved up and down like he was cradling a baby. His body spread the scent of jasmine flowers which were quite strong.

Cold sweat poured out profusely, soaking his pale face and all over his stocky body. The figure of the woman was silent for a moment before her head separated from her body and rolled towards Pak Agus' feet. A pair of eyes on the disembodied head was staring curiously, a creepy grin made the stocky security guard run away in droves.

Since then, Mr. Agus fell ill and a week later was found hanged in his home.

#2. Headless Ghost (Sophia Van Koef) in IPA Lab

That afternoon, 2 2 2nd grade students, Lidya and Dinda permission to go to the toilet at Pk Dwi. They just want to avoid the IPA lessons following the replicas given for 2 full hours. For other students, repetition after the subject matter is given is common. However, for Lidya and Dinda it was a severe torment because they basically did not like the lesson of counting with symbols that they thought were strange.

"2 hours is boring," cried Lidya after arriving on the second floor where the IPA lab is opposite the gamelan room. Luckily the walls of the building are made of soundproof material, so that the screeches do not interfere with other teaching and learning activities.

IPA lab, is rarely used since the number of school students is down, so, many mangkrak items are laid out carelessly, dusty and spider webs stick between items such as wheelchairs, wheelchairs, and so on, chemical bottles containing frogs, snakes and so on are preserved. Although often exposed to sunlight, throughout the day, however, because of the many items that are not neatly arranged, also the wild bushes of the room seem haunted.

Before this building was used as a school, this building is one of the largest hospitals in the Keteng area and its surroundings. But after the Japanese came to power, this building was used as a Prisoner of War camp. Many prisoners of war men, women, and children died in this place.

"Lid, we should get out of here, yuk," Dinda asked while rubbing the base of her arm that suddenly felt cold even though the sunlight still looked hot.

"Why, Din ? Didn't you bring me here ?" Lidya.

"Eitherway. I wanted to prove to myself the rumors circulating in the school about this place,"

"What rumors ?"

"There are some students who went missing in this room, supposedly before disappearing, met with one of the former teacher councils who taught here, Miss Sophia's name," explained Dinda.

"Just like this..."

Dinda nodded her head, "My feeling suddenly became unpleasant" he said as he pulled Lidya's arm to leave the place.

"I can't believe it, Din... Even if there's such a thing as ghosts, they wouldn't dare to go out in the middle of the day,"

"If you don't want to, let me go alone" said Dinda.

Lidya let out a long sigh, "Oalah, Din... You're such a coward" he said to then lazily leave the IPA Lab. However, just a few steps away, they heard a friendly and subtle greeting.

"Good day, what are you doing here ?"

Lidya and Dinda turned their heads, a beautiful woman with curls and brown hair standing at the end of the hallway, a 5 cm book clamped on her left armpit. His brown eyeballs highlighted cold, sharp and piercing. His nose was sharp and his lips were still wet and stuck to his lips which had a thin smile.

"Oh, good day, Mom..." Dinda nodded her head, she glanced at Lidya who was still dumbfounded. A moment later he saluted the pale white foreign woman.

"Your name, Lidya, yes ?" ask the woman.

"Yes, Mum... We beg of you first" said Lidya.

"Wait," stop the woman, stop their footsteps. Dinda's face was deathly pale, all sorts of feelings raging within her.

"Lidya," said the woman kindly, Lidya was moved by an invisible force turning her back and looking at her.

"Mom knows, you always run away during IPA lesson time. Well, if you can answer Mom's questions, come back. But, if it doesn't... I will punish you" said the beautiful woman.

"Ready, Mom," said Lidya.

"Well, here's the question... If one of the members or organs of the human body is removed or removed, can it still be alive ?"

Lidya frowned, a strange question. He said in his heart.

"Come, answer me" urged the woman.

"Of course, you can't, ma'am." replied Lidya.

"Crecks, kkrreekk,"

As the woman raised her right hand, blood spurted out partially splashing onto Lidya and Dinda's clothes. Their eyes widened, while the woman in front of him stood with her right hand carrying the head that had been removed from her body.

Lidya and Dinda screamed hysterically as the headless body thrust its right hand into the front of it and said, "Look, it's still alive, isn't it ?"

Lidya and Dinda's loud screams were heard by several employees who were not far from the IPA lab at the time. They immediately ran and saw Dinda falling on the floor while her teary eyes stared at Lidya's body dragged by an invisible object. Mr. Jiman and Mr. Hadi ran after him and managed to save him even though the boy looked shocked.

#3. Kuntilanak Red Library Room Waiter

Deliver me, out of my sadness.

Deliver me, from all of the madness.

Deliver me, course to guide me.

Deliver me, strength from inside me.

All of my life I've been in hiding.

Wishing there was someone just like you.

Now that you're here, now that I've found you,

I know that you're the one to pull me through.

Deliver me, loving and caring.

Deliver me, giving and sharing.

Deliver me, the cross that I'm bearing.

All of my life I was in hiding.

Wishing there was someone just like you.

Now that you're here, now that I've found you,

I know that you're the one to pull me through.

Deliver me, my,

Deliver me, my,

Oh deliver.

All of my life I was in hiding.

Wishing there was someone just like you.

Now that you're here, now that I've found you,

I know that you're the one to pull me through.

Deliver me, my,

Oh deliver.

Won't you deliver me.

The song is always heard at night. Some of the board teachers who happened to be overtime often heard it. They had reprimanded Mr. Ar, the library employee. They suspect that the 40-year-old man forgot to turn off the computer or tape when he came home.

"I feel like I have never turned on the tape, even if I go home, I have turned off everything related to electronics" said Mr. Ar.

Until one night, Bu Yeni came to the school to pick up his things left in the teacher's room. To go to the teacher's room there is no other way but to pass through the library room located at the East end.

By Mr. Sukur, the school gardener lights only partially turned on, so for lighting Bu Yeni requires a flashlight or lantern. As he passed through the library room, he heard the song being sweetly sung by a woman.

"Hey, hasn't Mr Ar gone home and turned off the electronics ?" ask Bu Yeni alone. Encouraged by his curiosity, he directed his lantern into the room, there was no one. But, he was sure the voice was coming from there.

"Ah, stop... Want to sing until dawn or 2 times 24 hours, please. It's none of my business" said Bu Yeni ketus, he stepped back and finally arrived at the teacher's room. When you want to open the door, a giggling sound comes from the lush trees that shade the teacher's room. But, Bu Yeni pretended not to hear it.

Bu Yeni had found her item left behind in the teacher's room and rushed to go home. But, again Deliever Me song sounds so melodious he unconsciously said, "Whoever sings it, his voice is so melodious and beautiful," again he stepped this time, this time, there was a giggling sound far away but near, near but far away. Bu Yeni searched for the origin of the sound. The schoolyard looked silent, desolate and deserted - no one was there, and as he turned around, the lantern shone onto a figure. A red-clothed, black-haired, long-drawn, pale-white figure stood before him.

Bu Yeni's jaw feels stiff, his knees are limp, his body feels powerless. His nose smelled a stinging foul scent, his stomach was nauseous and ....

"Hoekh !"

The entire stomach of Bu Yeni spilled out especially when the figure's face was right on her nose. Maggots caterpillars, centipedes, worms crawled on his broken face, full of wounds and festering. Some of the animals were flattened, blood and pus were splashed into Bu Yeni's face, making the 35-year-old woman disgusted mixed with horror especially maggots as if creeping and entering between the surface of the skin of his face. He collapsed unconscious.

"Hi... Hii... Hii... Hii... Hi.." the figure of the red-clothed woman giggled and slowly disappeared from sight.

It is said that the red kuntilanak is the spirit of one of the students who committed suicide in the library room because they could not bear disgrace. He left a book covered in brown ink. The book tells the history of his life which is now kept neatly by one of the former library employees who had known him.

NB.

✓ I tell 3 stories of this school ghost according to what is experienced by the concerned themselves. In order to respect and avoid unwanted things, I disguised the name and the scene.

✓ If anyone experiences similar things both name and events that have happened in the past, it is just a coincidence. There is no desire for me to corner certain parties.

✓ I thank all those who contributed to my story, thank the readers of Budiman who have set aside time to read, criticize, follow, and read, vote for my writing this. Healthy greetings always. Writer.