Horror And Mystery Stories
Turns out
I walked through the old house. I looked at the large photo on the wall of the white house. The white walls that paint already flake. Among the large photo photos that were all black and white, my gaze was fixed on one of the photos of an old man. The man had a thick mustache, wearing a black suit and a butterfly tie. The man looked cool with his hair drizzled and combed to the left. On the chest of the man's suit looks color that fades due to rain water dripping from the roof of the house that has leaked about the photo.
The house looks very luxurious. It looks very dirty. Many leaves and strands of hair were scattered on the floor of the house.
“ganteng neng?”
Suddenly I was startled by the voice of the old man who echoed in the mansion and broke the silence of the night.
“iya mr. ganteng” Sahutku while turning his face towards the father who was right behind me.
“itu photos father time young”
“oh yes pak”
“iya neng's. By the way, come here to say what?”
“oh yes sir I want to find mom. Mom is?”
“oh mom, there it is in the backyard”
“oh yes sir thanks ya”
I searched the house and walked towards the backyard. I stepped foot on the white ceramic that was already opaque because it was covered with a lot of soil, dry leaves and strands of hair.
When I got to the backyard I saw an old woman with white hair wearing a wedding-style screen shirt sitting on a rocking chair and facing an empty pool. I walked up to the woman and greeted her and kissed her hand.
“bu I came”
“oh yes, know where mom is from in the backyard?”
“oh the deceased husband mother.”
That thing surprised me. Because I was just talking to a dead man.
“what's wrong. It happens often here”
My mother said it calmed me down. Hearing this, I began to calm down.
I tried to divert my fearful thoughts by looking at the contents around the backyard. When I looked around the house, my eyes were fixed on a stone just below a lush tree whose trunk was covered by roots coming from the branches of the tree.
“bu is what stone?”
“sana see la stone what is it?”
Out of curiosity I approached the stone. Then when I approached the stone it turned out to be a tombstone. I was shocked and my hair stood up.
“bu why is there a tombstone here? Shouted towards mom”
But there's no answer.
“bu why is there a tombstone?”
But there is also no answer.
When I turned the face of the stone and looked at the old mother, she was gone. There was only a rocking chair that was rocking. Then I looked back at the stone and read its name. And on the tombstone turned out to be my name.