Horror And Mystery Stories
Ghost of old city Jakarta

I experienced this 3 weeks ago. On Sunday to be exact, my friend and I vacationed to the Old City of Jakarta. We took the train, and arrived at the City Station. Day starts at 11. The scorching heat does not discourage people who want to enjoy the Old City.

My friend and I went to Fatahillah Park, it was amazing! Like abroad. And the crowd did not discourage “they” to show themselves. For some reason, this eye is always on the thickest fast food chicken restaurant. Those who have been to the city know his name. At the bottom of the building is used for restaurants, while at the top is empty.

There is a window on the 2nd floor that has no glass and no shutters. For some reason, it was like someone was standing there watching the crowd. Maybe it felt disturbed I noticed the figure turned towards me. Oh my God, nooooo!!!

His eyes were empty but there was anger. Quickly I turned my eyes away. Due to the heat of Jakarta, my friend and I entered the Jakarta history museum. One word that intrigued me was, dungeon.

My friend didn't want to go to that prison. But somehow it was like there was a powerful energy pulling me into all the prison rooms. Do not know why, at that time the visitors were crowded, but why it felt lonely.

First I went to the holding room on the left side. Sad, dark, stuffy and the ceiling is so low. Inside the prison room was an iron circle for foot handcuffs. And I see, on the left side of the prison there's a man sitting.

I thought it was a visitor, but why don't you wear clothes and just put on peasant pants and thin body. He's about 20 years old.

My hunch is working, let's get Nan out quickly! He’s not Human!

I hurriedly walked out of the dungeon. When I arrived at the prison door, I heard the male voice speak “What was my fault until I was brought here”!

Don't know why this leg is like someone pushing to go back into prison. Sure enough, the man was still sitting there and he immediately looked back at me. He said, “What's my fault!”

Seen the look of a sad face but also a vengeful anger. Out of fear, I ran back out. And the weird thing was when I got outside, my left leg was heavy. For the way I had to drag, and the sound of chains being dragged.

“Pak, please help me,”

Security is also confusion.

“What's up Sir. Can I help you?”

Then I replied,”I'm from the dungeon Sir, my legs are chained”

The security immediately understood and contacted his friend. I was also pushed away from the prison. And the security friend who raised my left leg while reciting a prayer. I don't know why there is sadness that can't be said and I spontaneously cry.

But suddenly I was like going back in time. A young man was taken by Dutch troops and thrown into prison. Not just him. There are some people there too. Full and crowded. The young man died and was not buried properly.

Suddenly a hand slapped me on the shoulder…..

It turns out that the father of security. When I looked around, everything was gone. My feet are starting to feel light. Thank you to the security that helped me.

I draw the conclusion, that “dia”ingin deliver the message, why not wrong but imprisoned and want to be buried properly.