Horror And Mystery Stories
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[28 February 2000]

“Rafy, please save these boxes to the room next to you.” mother's orders. “Who knows later useful,”

I immediately brought the stack of cardboard folds to the room next to me. At that time we and our family just moved, so we have a lot of stuff that we have to arrange. Fortunately, our new house was very large and two-story, so we did not have to narrow anymore like in the old house.

As I walked into the room next to mine, a large window was immediately plastered there without any curtains. I could see the forest from there very clearly. The trees were waving as if inviting me to go there. But that was my wish. I like camping or exploring the woods I don't know yet. And fortunately, my father allowed me to camp in the woods.

The afternoon continues. I was with my sister—Dona— did not stop helping father and mother, until dusk came to pick us up. After closing all the curtains and cleaning ourselves, we immediately had dinner together in the dining room.

* * *

The clock showed at 10pm when I rushed up to the bed. The rock music coming from my brother's room was very torturing to me at the time. Even though the room was downstairs, the music still went to my ears.

I really can't sleep.

Finally a voice came from the room next to me. A pretty loud noise, and made the floor of my room shake. I got up and put on a good ear. That's the sound of a window slamming. Not wrong anymore. But who slammed it?

And at that very moment, the rock music from my brother's room stopped instantly. The mood became quiet. But soon, there were footsteps running up the stairs and passing in front of my room. After that, the sound of his footsteps could no longer be heard. I thought it was Brother Dona running. Maybe he also heard the window slammed hard, then immediately ran to the room next to me. I finally got out of my room.

“Kakak? Brother is there?” ask me while knocking on the door of the room next to me.

There's no answer. Out of curiosity, I opened the door. It turned out that there was absolutely no one inside, and the large window was still closed and locked. It's weird, I thought.

Suddenly there was a voice of a girl asking for help!

“Please ... Help me .. ”

I was really surprised. “Who is it?!”

“Please me .. “

I turned to and fro, looking for the origin of the voice. But I didn't find it. And even though I was lying in my room, that creepy voice kept haunting me all night. I really can't sleep.

* * *

“Really?” dona. “Padahan ‘kan I let my rock cassette light up until midnight.”

“Cannot be. I actually heard that the rock music in my sister's room died after the window slammed. Then came the sound of footsteps running up the stairs,” I explained. We were having breakfast at the time. I told everything to my brother, father and mother.

My mother smiled at my words. “Maybe you are just dreaming,”

“You are not familiar with this house, so .. yah—your hallucinations begin to play and disturb you.” added father. “If you're used to it definitely won't,”

I complained in my heart. Why did they never believe me? As for Kak Dona, everything he told was always responded to and trusted. Me and him ‘kan only different 5 years. I'm in 4th grade Elementary School, while she's in 1st grade High School. But my friends say, older people are more trustworthy.

“Oh yes, later tonight, your uncle will come stay here.” said father broke my daydream. “He will come with Arine. Let them choose the room they want to occupy,”

Arinees. Yep. Who does not know him. That kid is the same age as me, but has advantages. She's smart, spoiled and beautiful. His wealthy parents raised him lovingly. Everything he wants is always full. In front of my parents or anyone else, she was a sweet girl full of manners. But in front of me, he is a proud and cunning boy.“Why should I choose? Let them sleep in the room next to me.”.

Dad looked at. “Rafy, listen to dad. Your uncle found this big house. Your uncle asked the owner of this house so that the selling price was cut so it was not too expensive. And your uncle also paid half of it.” Father was silent for a moment, watching me closely. “They are our special guests. So take care of your attitude when they come. If you do anything no longer, I will determine the punishment. Understand?”

And the night they really came. Mom and Dad prepared all this thoroughly. Fine food is served at the long and large dining table. All the rooms are on display, and Kak Dona is wearing her best suit.

Damn, Arine chose my room to occupy.

* * *

I was forced to sleep in that creepy room with just one mattress, a thin blanket and a hard pillow. Sucks. Arine just smiled with satisfaction as she left her waist as she chose my room and saw me scowl at it.

Nightfall. As usual, I couldn't sleep. I didn't turn the lights off, and I let the blanket wrap me up in my nose. I'm staying awake. It feels like time is spinning very fast. At 9, at 10, at 11. And I still can't sleep. Ears are well put. But at that moment there was no sound at all. An hour passed. No, not an hour. But at 11 past 59 minutes 55 seconds. The wall clock kept me watching and I counted the seconds. 56, 57, 58, 59 .. And at that time, the clock bells in the living room were clanging loudly. That surprised me a little. I really can't believe it. It was the first time in my life I didn't sleep until 12 p.m.

Suddenly something happened.

My room light was dead in an instant, and I was terrified. I ran to the door and tried to open it. But it can't. It's locked! The door had no key at all. I kept pushing open it and banging on the door.

“Please!” panicked shouting. “Please me! PLEASE!”

It was completely dark, black, and only a little light came through the big window there. I was unceasingly banging on the door. Thoughts about subtle beings or ghosts rippled through my mind.

After a few seconds of silence, the lights come back on. I was shocked. But strangely enough, the lights in the room were very faded and yellow in color. Before, the lights were bright white. I was still facing the door, walking back slowly to the back. Dust and cobwebs adorned every corner of the wall, wrapping around the cabinets and equipment that were there. The floor was very dirty and sandy. How strange. I feel like I'm in the past.

Still in astonishment, I turned to face the large window. Suddenly there was something that almost let my heart loose. There was something that made my veins almost break, making my legs tremble violently because of it. My mouth is wide open, my eyes are wide open. I was like struck by lightning.

Yep. There, in that window, a girl of my age was hanging by a rope wrapped around her neck. He's facing towards me. The girl wore a negligee shirt to her knees. His entire body was pale white, his long, shoulder-length black hair was scattered covering a part of his face. But I could see clearly; his eyes were glaring wide as if they were going to come out.

His mouth opened slightly, and blood flowed gently through his nose and mouth. His legs are called** are hanging and moving a little when there is a strong wind.

I screamed so loud. This is not my home. This is not that room.

I brought this leg to the door and forced my hand to open it. But the door remains locked. I'm panicking. Very panicked.

“AYAH! MAMA! HELP ME!!”

* * *

[29 February 1992]

“Please me .. “

In the corner of the room, Lyssa closed her knees, lowered her head, and cried again. For more than a week he was held in an empty room without anyone accompanying him. Only two torches were on the wall, shining a bit into the room. The moonlight seeped in through the large window behind him.

There are many casualties. And the one who is experiencing must always be a girl. And now, Lyssa was chosen. At first he didn't really understand it, but when a group of unknown men offered him candy and dolls, Lyssa was persuaded and obeyed the men's orders. Lyssa was taken to a place far away from her home. He was told to go into a cell full of bars - like a prison. There, a lot of girls his age were sitting hunched over. Their faces were very clear, as if there was no hope that would save them from the horror. They were all very thin and sunken.

And this is the beginning of the catastrophe that Lyssa experienced. The beautiful girl had to endure a very painful torment. He could not meet his parents—padah in the distance there, Lyssa's parents were very panicked to know his son was missing. Police car sirens were heard everywhere. While newspapers unceasingly posted the news; “Children's Kidnapping Continues”.

One by one the children in the room were called and sold abroad. Lyssa doesn't know about that. For all he knew, surely the summoned child would be taken away to a very distant place, and there would be enslaved and tortured constantly.

And now—exactly on February 29th, Lyssa's last stay was in that cell. The silence of the night was gripping and torturing him. Her knee-length negligee shirt had been on for a week. He also shivered in the cold. Strong winds continue to hit until the bones are thin.

Previously, Lyssa and several other children had tried to escape. They painstakingly opened a large window that was padlocked and chained. But one time they succeeded. They could open that window, but when looking down, only the filthy river and forest appeared. Not to mention the height reached several meters, and the children were too afraid to jump down. At that very moment, the wind outside blew so hard that it slammed the big window. His voice was as loud as an earthquake. One of the men downstairs ran up the stairs and scolded the children.

Suddenly Lyssa thinks, what should she do so that she is not like the other children. How can he avoid all of this. He's very angry. Angry at him. A 10-year-old child should be able to take care of themselves. He regretted not thinking well of his parents' advice. And other kids too. They are all very stupid and *****.

That night, Lyssa went on a rampage of her own. He was crying, kicking the wall, jumping around, mumbling to himself, and screaming like crazy. Suddenly he saw a pinch of rope in the corner of the room. The crying suddenly stopped. He thought he could do something with the rope. Sure. Lyssa smiled, and laughed out loud. He laughed as he walked up to the rope. Then he noticed a rusty nail on top of a large window. Lyssa's laughter exploded again.

The poor girl took a wooden chair and kept it by the window. After riding it, he tied the rope to the nail very tightly. Then at the other end, he made a knot of rope circular like a circle. Then he turned around and put the rope around his neck. He let himself hang from the window, letting his life escape from his tiny body.

* * *

This happens once every 4 years in February. And the building where the sale of the child has been cleaned and made into a magnificent house. But large windows remained neatly attached to the wall, leaving no trace of a child's wound.

And every time a 10-year-old girl is in the building on February 29, she will feel the same pain that Lyssa has experienced.

* * *

[29 February 2000]

I was shocked. My breath was wheezing, sweat running down my forehead. I see my surroundings. I was still sitting on the mat, with a thin blanket and a hard pillow. The lights in the room were still bright white, and there was absolutely no dust or cobwebs there. The floor is also clean and not sandy. I breathe a sigh of relief. Is this all just a dream? The last time I hit the door and called my mom and dad.

I dig up my mind again. In my dream, I saw Lyssa's suffering. I saw how the girl looked.

And I got it.

The voice of the child who asked for help last night must have been Lyssa's voice as she was held captive in the cell. The sound of the window slamming hard was none other than when Lyssa tried to run away and open the window, suddenly a strong wind came slamming it. Then the sound of the man's footprints must have been the sound of the man's steps running towards the cell. And that cell I'm occupying right now. The events of 8 years ago continue to repeat and befall girls. Mercifully. I'm not a girl.

But ... Wait.

Every time a 10-year-old girl is in the building on February 29, she will feel the same pain Lyssa has experienced.

Daughter.

10 year.

Don't-don't …

And when I turned back, it was hanging in the window a girl I knew very well.

“ARINE!!!”