Horror And Mystery Stories
the palm of the hand

The three-story building with a visible blue color has faded. There is a little paint that has been peeling so that it shows the original color of the building, white. The actual building is where herbal medicine is sold and various types of herbal medicine are indeed a bit far from other buildings. A teenage girl looked at the building with a doubtful look. “Medicine and Herbal Stores Laveindisc”. The shop name writing was large enough and clear that from a considerable distance it could be read by the long straight-haired juvenile who was still standing without flinching.

Suddenly Alikha stepped foot into the shop and entered slowly like a force was pulling her to enter the store immediately.. His eyes swept across the entire store on the first floor, looking for employees there to ask. There was not a single person in sight. There's just an old couch, a row of cabinets filled with drugs and herbs, a small table on top of which was a small book complete with a black pen and there was a small television on top of one of the medicine cabinets which was right facing the window. The atmosphere was so quiet only the ticking of the clock was heard. The teenage girl named Alikha felt a sense of excitement.

“Assalamu’alaikum.. Excuse me, is there anyone? I'm Alikha, a prospective employee who will work in this store,” exclaimed Alikha quite loudly hoping someone heard.

There are no signs of anyone here. Alikha decided to sit for a while while waiting. The dark brown-colored sofa that Alikha now occupied had already been eaten up by age. His skin was already peeled off and the sofa was not soft enough for Alikha. Alikha was still waiting. He thought maybe the owner of this store was taking a nap on the second floor or third floor because the watch did show exactly at two in the afternoon.

“Hoaaem..., so sleepy too,” complained Alikha while relaxing her body looking for a good position to sit on this old sofa. “Kok, like no buyers huh? Very quiet,” he said in his heart.

Alikha stood up to look at the state of affairs outside the shop. From a distance he saw a girl with a purple scarf. Alikha guessed the age of the girl was around twenty-one like her. Seeing that there was someone other than her here made Alikha quite relieved. Suddenly the girl in purple scarf was already at the door of the store and entered greeting Alikha.

“Excuse Mbak. Is here selling palms?” the girl asked seriously with a cold and pale face.

“What do you mean palm? The gloves? I have not been an employee at this store mbak, so do not know there or not. The owner of the shop is somewhere,” replied Alikha who suddenly felt her body goosebumps and astonishment with the very mysterious girl before her now.

“Not gloves, but palms for my hands, but,” said the mysterious girl while raising her right hand and shown it right in front of Alikha's face which was instantly deathly pale looking at the hand without palms and fingers. The hand was covered in blood and dripping down on the floor. Suddenly the face of the mysterious girl who was pale and cold earlier had turned into a black-colored spooky face with eyeballs jumping out. Her hair was already very messy and her white clothes were covered in blood. His left hand with sharp clawed fingers tried to grab Alikha's face and tried to claw it.

“Aaaaaarrrgghhh..,” Alikha's screams filled the store.

He's so scared. His body trembled so much that he could not move his legs to run. Clearly Alikha saw the face of the girl who was now turning into a terrifying ghost that was so filled with sobriety. It was as if the ghost wanted to avenge him on Alikha. Alikha was unable to put up any resistance. His eyes just closed. Read the short letters he memorized and leave them to God what would happen to him.

“Come out soon…. Out!” the shriek of the female ghost was heard by Alikha.

A few seconds passed but Alikha did not feel her face being scratched or hurt by the ghost. Slowly, Alikha opened her eyes. The ghost does not exist. Missing. Alikha was sitting limp on the floor. Feeling such great relief. Alikha thought of the voice of the ghost earlier telling her to come out. What a ghost it doesn't like is its presence here huh, thought Alikha. From the top floor there were footsteps of someone coming down the stairs. Alikha was aghast and imagined that it was the ghost that still wanted to kill her. The move was even clearer since it was already on the second floor. The cold sweat quickly flooded back into Alikha's limp body. I think he wants to cry. But not how much later Alikha was relieved because it was really a person.

“Who are you? Why scream so much that it wakes me up?” asked the moustached father full of investigation to Alikha who was still sitting on the floor.

“Sa..i Alikha, Sir. Prospective employees at this store. Father yesterday contacted me if I was accepted to work here,” explained Alikha nervous.

“Oh yes. Why are you screaming so hard?”

“Emm, there was a mouse stuck in my shoe, Mr.”, Alikha replied lying. He hasn't told me about the incident with the ghost just now. Afraid it was just his hallucination even though he was sure it was really happening.

“Oh mouse yes,” Mr. Amir with a face that looks sangar it responds to Alikha's statement with a tone like know something.

After about an hour Mr. Amir explained to Alikha, he immediately returned to the third floor to rest. Mr. Amir told Alikha to stay the night. Starting tomorrow, we will be allowed to go home. Mr. Amir advised that Alikha could occupy a room on the second floor and was forbidden to go up to the third floor. Actually, Alikha objected to staying over, because she was very uncomfortable with the conditions in this store. But how else, Alikha did not want to lose the opportunity to work.

Half past six in the afternoon already made the sky quite dark. Alikha was sitting by the glass window looking at the sky outside. This room is quite large and comfortable for Alikha. The bed is soft and there is a bathroom with green ceramic, his favorite color. Alikha has not decided to sleep because she feels the responsibility, because half an hour more azan maghrib will reverberate. After the Maghrib prayer later he will just close his eyes and sleep on a soft mattress with sheets that are also green.

After fulfilling his obligation to pray Maghrib, Alikha wanted to read the Quran. But it turns out that the Quran is not in his bag. Probably left at home because he left in a hurry. Alikha only prays and prays for protection from Allah so that nothing happens to her here.

At exactly twelve in the night, Alikha woke up. He heard a noise on the third floor. Sounds like a hold. ”Toloooong...!” Vaguely Alikha could hear the sound of screams enduring the pain. With astonishment Alikha woke up from her sleep. He wanted to go to the third floor to find out what it was. Not yet out of Alikha's confusion, there was a loud bang like the sound of wood hitting something. The screams for help became clearer. Alikha could not just sit and listen. He wanted to know what was going on above. No matter the prohibition from Mr. Amir who does not allow himself to go to the third floor.

With a slow step Alikha climbed the stairs. His body trembled slightly from fear. But his intention to help the person who repeatedly screamed earlier made Alikha brave. On the third floor, there was only one door that was closed. That must be Mr. Amir's door. Alikha put her ear to the door. Right, the voice asking for help came from inside the room. Reflek, Alikha's hand knocked on the door hard.

“Pak Amir... Please open the door, what's inside? I heard the voice of people asking for help,” exclaimed Alikha loudly. Suddenly the voice stopped. Now it is only silence that dominates the atmosphere.

“Basic is not polite! I forbid you to go up here. Still done,” upset Mr. Amir on Alikha. Mr. Amir was standing near the door of the room which he opened only a little.

“Sorry, Sir. I just want to know if the sound of screams asking for help was really there,” said Alikha looking at Mr. Amir from top to bottom. He choked because Mr. Amir's hand was covered in blood. Realizing that her hand was being seen by Alikha, she quickly pulled it behind her body.

“Pak, I want to see the contents of the room Mr.,” said Alikha who then pushed the room door hard so that it opened completely.

The view in Mr. Amir's room made Alikha's heart seem to jump out. A young woman had died lying on a white bed. But the white color had already turned red due to the blood flowing from the woman's right hand that no longer had a palm with her finger. Right on the pillow, the separated palms were already in a clear plastic wrap, which was dirty by the blood that was still coming out little by little.

At once Mr. Amir pulled Alikha's right hand very firmly. He took a large and sharp knife still covered in fresh blood from the table and then pointed it into Alikha's hand, trying to cut off Alikha's hand in fidelity.

“Civilized you, feel what has happened to that woman as well as the other women!” sir Amir's screams have now turned into such a vile killer.

Alikha kicked right under the belly of Mr. Amir and he could escape from the grip of the heartless human hand. Quickly Alikha ran down the stairs all the way to the bottom floor. The exit is locked. Alikha was frightened, she wanted to get out of this store immediately. But all the doors are locked. The glass window had been broken but the iron bars prevented him from getting out. She screamed for help, hoping someone would pass by and hear her screams. But the situation outside was very dark and silent. Alikha cried imagining that soon Mr. Amir would cut off his hand which would definitely hit his veins and in the end his fate would be the same as the woman he had seen. Died undeservingly.

There was a step of Mr. Amir down the stairs while calling his name, ”Alikha. No one can escape me. Your delicate and beautiful palm will be the tenth palm for me to eat. Bring your hands beautiful, I promise I will cut them slowly if you do not rebel.”

“Basic crazy, where there are people who willingly give their hands to demons like you!” yelled Alikha furiously.

Now Mr. Amir was in front of him and ready to swing a sharp knife towards Alikha's hand. Alikha managed to dodge, only her arm was slightly scratched and spewed out fresh blood. Alikha ran dodging towards the back while holding the blood coming out from her arm with a handkerchief. He kept praying and praying. Only God can help him. He's sure of it. If he had to die, it would be his destiny.

I heard a loud scream. Alikha looked back and slowly headed forward. A terrifying look adorned his vision. It's unbelievable but it's real to see Alikha. The ghost of the woman who scared him this afternoon is now clawing at Mr. Amir's body. Moments later began to appear the ghosts of other women who were all dressed in white full of blood and right hand without palms and fingers. One of them cut sadistically with both hands of Mr. Amir. Mr. Amir breathed his last as his pain weakened.

The ghosts disappeared and the door suddenly opened. Alikha came out of the shop screaming and yelling. I don't know where he's going to run, Alikha doesn't know. In the middle of the road Alikha fainted unconscious.

***

Slowly, Alikha's eyes opened. He was in a white room and smelled of medicine. A nurse smiled at him. Alikha returned the smile and grimaced as she felt pain in the arm of her right hand that had now been bandaged.

“Quiet first yes Alikha. Just rest because you just realized from fainting all night.” said the nurse gently to Alikha.

Papa and mama Alikha who was there immediately hugged their child with a cry. They are very grateful that Alikha managed to survive the sadistic murder by Mr. Amir who used to be a doctor in this hospital. When Mr. Amir met someone who taught him black magic Mr. Amir stopped being a doctor and he disappeared without news. Mr. Amir opened a drug and herbal medicine shop that never wanted to serve buyers. Building the store is only one way Mr. Amir to get the hands of ten women who will be taken only on the wrist to make it young and rich without effort. He deliberately placed an ad in the newspaper about job vacancies for young women so that he could easily trap the women.

The heresy that Mr. Amir got from someone who now does not exist where it makes him lose his mind and ends tragically against himself because of the spirits of the nine women he managed to kill turns out to be revenge. When Alikha collapsed in the middle of the road, she was found by a group of police officers who had just returned from service. The police were suspicious because Alikha's arm was hurt deep enough to still bleed. The policemen followed the trail of blood on the streets and arrived at “Tok Remedies and Jamu Laveindisc”.

Alikha listened to the explanation of her two parents who were still tightly hugging her. “This morning the store was secured by the police, dear. The bodies of the murdered young women will be buried soon, as well as the bodies of Mr. Amir,” said the mother whispered in Alikha's ear. Alikha breathed a sigh of relief.

“Alhamdulillah, thank You God O my Lord,” unceasing thanksgiving comes out of Alikha's mouth. Now he understands and believes more and more in the majesty of God the Creator. Anything impossible can happen if God wills.