It'S Me
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Hi.. I'm Kang Ana (my pen name), here I will tell, about the beginning I became more sensitive to things that are supernatural, even within a certain time I will be able to see clearly, even listen to them.

It's fine we start...

It was when I was seven years old, or rather first grade SD. My grandmother passed away. My grandmother and I were so close that I slept with my grandmother more often. When my grandmother died I was so sad that when my grandmother was going to be buried, I cried. Because he said I was too small, so I was forbidden to bury my grandmother.

I was devastated then, maybe it was the first time I felt like I was losing someone. I cried until I fell asleep.

In the afternoon I woke up, and everyone had come home from burying my grandmother.

That day nothing happened. Until at night, when I sleep I dream, grandma takes me away, but I refuse, because I know grandma is dead. I saw so many people in my house, I was confused as to why they were just smiling and laughing. Though they knew grandma was dead, and had been buried.

"Let's go with grandma, baby granny right?" my grandmother said at the time. But I chose to run, and hide, but my grandmother could always find me. And always say the same thing.

Grandma didn't take them, grandma just took me, and chased me.

"I don't want to, grandma's dead." That's what I keep saying.

"Let's go with grandma, ga papa kok, grandma is dear Iki" they said with a smile.

But I still refused, and like before my grandmother always forced me. I was chased until I woke up, from my sleep.

I told it to my family, and their answers were the same.

"It was just a dream, a sleeping flower" she said, smiling at me, thinking so.

Then I went to bed the other night, I dreamed the same thing again, and the same place. Surprisingly I can remember my previous dreams, and he can remember them too.

"Let's just say it yesterday, right?" Grandma says. "Now come with grandma, grandma kangen" said my grandmother. I just shook my head, and left my grandmother.

I don't want to hide in the same place, because I know Grandma's gonna find me. So I hid in a different place, but the same thing kept happening. My grandmother can find me again.

At that time I was so scared that I almost always cried. And I always wake up in the morning, with sweat pouring out.

I initially thought it was the same thing, the thing my family said. Maybe just flowers sleep.

But the next night, I always dreamed the same thing. On the seventh day my grandmother died. I saw my grandmother forcing me to pull me, to go with her. I saw my grandmother forcing me to go into the room, which was usually in her seat, making me cry as I would.

I woke up right then and there, and I was in the living room, my grandmother's house. That was the last time I ever dreamed, that month.

I went back to telling my family, I forgot when I asked who I was with, but the answer left me a little dissatisfied.

"Perhaps because you always think of grandma, to get carried away in a dream, so you are afraid, and always be your creepy dream" he said, making me have to nod in understanding. "Eat him so people don't be cowards" said the man.

But ever since that dream, I've been so scared to go into my grandmother's room. I always feel there is bad air, which makes me always goosebumps, if entering the room.

Back in my dream, it turned out that my dream did not stop just getting there. My dreams came back, but less often. For example, I used to dream every night, now start dreaming once a week, I forget any day. After once a week, that's my dream turned into once a month. Until the moment I was about to move out of my grandmother's place, out of town, the dream was finally over.

And every time I ask people the answer is only growing a little, starting from...

"Maybe it's just a dream, or a sleeping flower" they said.

"Ah, or you're too timid" said the others.

"Ah maybe you miss grandma too." said the others. Yes maybe I miss it, until up to four years, dreaming of it, always taking me with him.

But somehow I think it's still scary, and the last time I dreamed of grandma. I finally decided to come, but strangely when I wanted to join grandma forbid me.

He said that someone wanted to come, after that my grandmother disappeared, with several groups.

He was with my uncle, and soon my uncle who went with my grandmother died, a year after the dream. But ever since I dreamed of going with my grandmother, my uncle started getting sick.

It was my last time, dreaming of my grandmother, after that never again until now. But every time I go to my grandmother's house, I'm afraid to go into her room.

And ever since that incident, I've had a lot easier time seeing things that might not be eye tapes, hearing their voices. Even waking up during the night, which usually starts from one o'clock to three o'clock, I sometimes night, and see things around like midday.

Yet it was strange as if I had gotten used to seeing them, or something else. I can feel if they are around me, I can feel if they are looking at me.

For example, after I moved town, I was in fifth grade. It was Friday night, and inside the house was only me and my sister, because the night was out of lights, so the others decided to gather in front of the house, while my brother and I were at home.

I saw a woman, with long black hair, long white clothes like a robe, breaking through the wall, in my house. I just kept quiet, feeling like it was normal. Shortly after, when I realized that it was a strange thing, I left the house.

At first I thought I was only in my brother's work, but when I saw all the family members were outside the house, I just came back and pulled my sister's hand, to get out of the house.

Back to the story of my grandmother's dream, I then told a story, with my maternal uncle who understood about the occult. He said thankfully I did not come, because if I came, maybe I would not survive, because it turns out from the beginning I was in pursuit of something.

When I was in High School, I stayed at my aunt's house, because I was different from my mother. So I decided to stay at my aunt's place.

So the story begins, when I helped a friend who was possessed at school. At first I did not want to, but because it was just me who happened to be possible, so I had to help him.

After that, I asked one of the school teachers to ask for onions at one of the owners of the school cafeteria, which sells rice, or fast food. Then I rushed to the cafeteria, when I got to the cafeteria, I asked the canteen mother for onions.

"Mom can I have a red onion?" I said to the canteen mom.

"For what?" ask the canteen's mother.

"For my friend who is possessed by you." I'm honest with the canteen's mother, because it's for the possessed.

"This, but you better not have to hold the same people possessed earlier" said the canteen's mother advising me.

I was actually confused by what the canteen mom meant. I'll just do it, let it be done quickly.

"Yes my book was just asked to take an onion" I said to the cafeteria's mother. "Thank you Ma'am." I said as I passed by leaving the mother of the canteen.

That day was quite tiring, as my possessed friend continued to rebel. But strangely, sometimes my possessed friend looked at me.

After the incident we studied as usual, until the afternoon. We went back to our homes. I was riding a bike back then, because the distance between school and my aunt's house wasn't too far away.

At first nothing happened, but at night, I felt something strange. I don't know why I don't feel calm.

I, who used to sleep in my own room, now choose to sleep next to my aunt in the living room.

That night I felt restless, unable to sleep. Finally I began to fall asleep at, about half an hour and a half twelve. I still remember my aunt who asked, Aya to immediately fall asleep because tomorrow has to go to school, until finally I forced to sleep.

But while sleeping I actually dreamed I was at school, shortly afterwards I went into the canteen. Suddenly I met a foreign woman, who suddenly strangled me, to make my breath blocked. I felt tight, until finally my consciousness recovered a little. That's where I felt half-conscious, yet unable to move.

It is commonly called tindihan, but according to scientific sleep paralysis. I continued to feel suffocated, until I finally tried to realize, before long I realized.

I was shocked, when I saw the whole house, looking at me with a panicked look. Their faces looked panicked and shocked.

"What's wrong?" ask me to them.

To the next day, I woke up. But strangely the feeling of tightness still approached me. As if yesterday I was really suffocating, the pain lasted for three days.

I finally ventured to ask.

"So, uh, what was it last night for me?" ask me, make him quiet, then take a heavy breath.

"Yesterday night you were like a possessed man, the sound that came out of your mouth opened like your voice" my brother said. "Therefore we gathered in to make sure you're okay" he continued.

"Why not wake me up?" manya curious.

"Because if you get up, then he'll really get into your body" he said to make me really surprised.

After the incident every night, after the magrib, there was always someone knocking on the back door. At first I thought it was my neighbor who liked to study at my aunt's house. So I opened the door, but no one. I darted near the door, but no one.

At first it was just a knock, long ago it turned into a call. To make me annoyed, and thought it was a prank thing from my neighbor. So every time someone knocks, I pretend not to hear.

But to the next day, the knock turned into a call.

"Ki.." call her, by saying my name.

Because his voice was similar to my neighbor, who was learning to teach, so I rushed to open the door. But the result is nil. The next day it happened again for a week.

A long time ago that knock turned into a greeting, making me think it was a true true person. Tipi I don't want to be toyed with anymore, because I still think it's my neighbor.

But how surprised I was when I heard his voice without seeing his person in between I peeked. I also chose to return to the family room, apparently my aunt was still there, offering prayer.

After my aunt finished her prayer ritual, I ventured to ask.

"Bi was there a salutation guy?" ask me to be brave.

"Huh? Nothing at all" said my aunt casually.

"Try auntie remember." I said trying to convince her.

"Emang ga no, oh yes why now every magrib really diligently open the door?" he asked in amazement at my behavior.

"Oh no." I answered a little nervously.

Before long a knock was heard again, this time I heard my aunt's name being called, making the aunt stand up immediately. It turned out to be a mother who wanted to teach, so I ventured to ask.

"Your mother came yesterday at what time? Is there someone to keep coming back for you?" ask me curious.

"Ga ah.. people come finished magrib, before praying isya. He said it surprised me.

All I thought about was, who had I been opening the door all this time? Who called my name? Who said the greeting. It can't be a child, because her voice is exactly like this mother's. I shut up and chose to enter the room, pondering all.

After I thought, it should have been strange from the beginning, why I was far away, could hear the knock clearly. If she's mom, she shouldn't have called my name, but she definitely called my aunt's name, dear her status as her teacher.

Hi.. I am Kang Ana (name of penaku), yesterday I have told about the call at the time of magrib, now I want to tell you about my KKN experience.

In 2019 I conducted a real working lecture (KKN). It was June, and ended in July. Because it's been a month.

At the beginning of my mother's departure, I was willing, about many things. That is respecting local customs, not being careless, and others. At that time I just wanted to say it.

Shortly after the day of our departure, our group consisted of twenty men, twelve women and eight men.

We put on a tour bus, then to get into the village, not too far from the highway. We can walk, or ride a motorcycle. The village we live in is quite beautiful, and rich in natural resources. This place is usually a place where, usually, it becomes a gold mine.

Because of the many items, we entered the village using an open tub car in the back, and did two installments.

After arriving, we were directed at the home of one of the residents. Semetara where the guy is located across the street ranged only about 5 meters different. They occupy the houses of the citizens as well, but they live in the living room of the residents. While the place we cook is at the guys' place.

While in our place. We lived in other people's homes, with large houses, and only five people lived in. The owner of the house, immediately directed us to one of his warehouses, which we will make as a bed.

The warehouse is behind the maid's room, which has been empty for the past five years. Because they are no longer using the services of a domestic assistant. While the maid room, in the kitchen, and side by side with the bathroom.

So the state of the place when we came, was still very messy, and humid. Because it is next to the bathroom, and has never been occupied for almost five years.

We came straight to do a clean clean, assisted by the homeowner. Our room was closed and there was no ventilation, so only the dim lights became our illumination, and if it went out, then our room would be completely dark, no lighting at all.

At first everything was fine, but I was a little uncomfortable. Trying to make myself as comfortable as possible. In addition, because of different faculties, we ended up less familiar.

The first day started, so we started to get together. Coincidentally at that time I began to be familiar with the head of the post, the head of our post, was a man. We were joking, talking about a lot of things.

But suddenly our conversation, moving towards horror, made the head of our post say that he is an indigo child. Because I am not sure, I finally appreciate it.

Maybe because he saw the doubt in my eyes, so he arrived saying something strange, and surprising.

"You have to be careful, you can easily see and listen to them" he said, holding my head.

I looked up at her words, making me try to digest them all, she said.

"You've been bullied a lot, haven't you?" asked again, making us who were there surprised to receive his words to me.

I was confused as to what to answer, afraid that I would say yes. Made my friend start asking a lot of questions, and if I said no I would lie. So I chose to be quiet.

After the incident everything was fine, but the sound of sound, at midnight, like someone walking with a wooden slipper, so that his voice was so loud, sometimes making me unable to sleep. The sound came from outside the room we were in, sometimes there was also a commotion, making me a little distracted.

Sometimes I see my friends in two places, one in the inner room, and the other at the dinner table. I fell silent and chose to remain silent. Karen I know, maybe she just wanted to say hello.

After that, nothing happened. Until finally, the owner of the house, entered the hospital, because of its weak content, and age old enough to give birth, as well as congenital diseases. Make it go to town. So lived his first daughter, who accompanied us.

On the night after the magrib, we conducted a study activity in the mosque, as well as the formation of a mosque for the community.

At that time I was not allowed to go with the owner's child, because I asked to be accompanied. So I agreed to that, by asking our postmaster for permission.

When I finished asking permission, to my postmaster. I immediately got out of the house, which was occupied by a man. When I was on the other street, I saw a woman who was too tall to be at home. While the balcony is approximately three meters high. I was silent to see the woman.

The woman was wearing a red shirt, and her entire body was red, while her tongue was stretched out to reach her stomach. His eyes glared at me, with a creepy sanga.

Strangely, though, I just felt ordinary, not afraid at all, as if it was a normal thing. Even though we met with a view. Soon my friend came and immediately rebuked me.

"What's up?" ask her, it surprised me.

"Eh no way" I said looking at him, pretending to be calm.

"Yes I go first." said my friend to leave me.

After my friend left, I was just outside, thinking of all. While the son of the owner of the house, join me.