He's Not Dead
Mass Insensitivity

I lay on the stands with my jacket as my head. The more night the more often appear sightings and voices. Marsa was sitting not far from the position of my head, it seemed like she was still in shock with what we witnessed earlier.

Seeing her pale face and tight grip as she hugged me, it felt like I wanted to get uprooted. Where has gone the sense of confidence and pride for its advantages so far. Wait a minute, it's the same as me mocking and demeaning him.

“Marsa.”

“Iya.”

“You better go to UKS, sleep there,” my word to Marsa.

“No, I'm here. Arch on the second floor ...”

“Don't look on,” I said interrupting Marsa's remarks. “Energi you are not good because of the incident earlier.”

Bono, Oky and several other organizers were busy with activities assisted by several teacher councils. Half-eleven nights, the activity ended and participants were asked to rest in the prepared classrooms.

I entered one of the classrooms not far from the stands, again lying on the chair I was lining.

“Ka, you want to sleep?” tanya Bono stood in the middle of the door.

“Iya.”

“Here? alone?” Bono asked again.

“Lo, want to accompany please. Nor is it a problem,” answered me while closing my eyes. “Eh, Marsa told me to join the other women's committee. I asked the UKS he didn't want.”

“Yeah, very similar attention Marsa.”

I didn't comment on Bono's words and remember Davina.

“What is that ghost doing in a man's room?” muttered.

It turned out that the coffee I drank earlier, did not succeed in expelling drowsiness or even delaying drowsiness. I finally fell asleep.

I seem to have slept for not so long.

“Hahhh.”

I woke up, not only shocked at being woken up by Bono but also because of my dream. The same dream as before. I saw the accident and .. Om Kaivan. I don't know what that dream means. My breath was still even panting and my forehead was sweating.

“What's up?” ask Bono and the other students I don't know.

“Arka sorry to disturb your sleep but the event wants to start.”

In a state not yet fully aware, I turned my head and looked at the wall clock that showed at one in the morning. What show do they mean, what do they see the wrong clock.

“Events?” I asked while rubbing my face.

“Iya, we have this two hours activity,” replied Bono.

“Intinya they only contemplate, no extreme activities let alone drain energy. There were thirty participants, the classroom there were twenty-four. Six more we can use other rooms, such as libraries, canteens and others,” explained another committee.

“You sure you'll be safe?” my many.

“Iya, but we need your help to keep an eye on.”

“Recommense, there is a sensitive room to go to. Our presence will be considered intrusive.”

“Overnight we have directed so that no one messes and jokes. After all they themselves in the room, want to joke with who,” said Bono.

“Stay alone at risk.”

I still have doubts about this activity.

“Many organizers, we will travel. Come on, help us" said the man who was with Bono.

I also joined another committee in the field stands. The night air was cold, the jacket zipper I put on and ….

Brakes.

The sound of falling objects then the screams and sounds of people running.

I stared at the sound, again on the second floor of the new building. It seemed like there was a committee checking the room, not knowing what they saw while running and screaming hysterically.

“You guys why noisy, later participants wake up before their time.”

“Someone laughed and it was so obvious, like behind the ears. I swear I'm so scared, to goosebumps.”

I just listened to their conversation without commenting.

“Well don't use that space,.”

It turned out that Marsa was the voice, I just agreed with his proposal but I don't know with the other committee.

“If the space is not used we need a lot more space. Used ajalah, at most there will be waiting in front of the class. One of us.”

Marsa turned her head towards me as if asking for support but I just kept quiet. It's free to explain the occult for people who don't believe it.

Finally, participants were awakened and lined up in the field. I just watched and stared around the visible classroom area, to ascertain the possible disturbance of the class waiters.

Of concern are new classrooms and back buildings or old buildings that are near the parking lot.

“Arka, you are silent anyway?” ask Marsa who is near me.

“How else? If they hear what my advice is, participants will not be awakened.”

“Then, what should we do?” Marsa asked again.

“Not there, let's just wait. You will help watch the room,” point me at the classroom that last night a ghost waved at them. “I watch the back building,” I said.

Marsa nodded her head.

I was in the back building. The building consists of three floors with three classrooms per floor. This building seems to be the earliest building erected, because it looks more obsolete. Lean on the classroom walls, occasionally evaporating.

Oky just came down from the second floor and approached me. Not long after all the lights went off, it seemed deliberately by the committee because the participants had brought candles and matches. They were asked to write down the mistakes they had made and reflect on them. They only have an hour.

I scrunched my forehead, felt something but I don't know what.

“Oky, prepare. Looks like there will be ...”

I wasn't done talking, I heard a scream in the class where I was leaning.

“Aaaaaaa.”

“Aaaaaaa.”

“Aaaaaa.”

“Begging them to turn on the lights again,” shouted me then ran towards the nearest scream. Because the screams were simple coming from this building. Hopefully in other buildings and rooms nothing happens.

Upon entering the classroom, I saw the participant clawing at the table in front of him. From the light of the candle I saw a figure hugging him from behind. Suddenly the wind blew, not just in this room but from outside. The fur felt standing up and goosebumps, really goosebumps. I don't know what happened in the other room.

“Go away, do not disturb him,” I said to the creature who wrestled LDKS participants.

“No, he's been bothering me.”

“He can't see you, how can it be said to be disturbing. This is our classroom for activities, not your place here,”.

“Shut!” I don't know what kind of ghost I'm dealing with, which obviously cannot be underestimated. He laughed, though he was not deafening, but it was enough to make me step back.

I chanted a prayer to make him scream like a fidelity (eh he is a demon yes). I continued reading even though he had cried out for mercy and released the participants of activities that were unconscious.

“Go, before I read another prayer that could make you disappear,”.

The ghost shouted making the atmosphere even more gripping even the door of the room slammed shut by itself. I chanted the prayer again, then the ghost disappeared and the atmosphere went quiet again.

“Hey, awake!”