Mystery of Death in School

Mystery of Death in School
Brave to come to 3 red kebaya dancer figures


Clara Ayunda Pratama had not fallen asleep when it was dark, he ventured to go to the gate to ask directly who the three dancers he had met.


No one knows if Clara will look for information by going to her person directly. Everyone must have thought Clara was in the tent, but the fact is that the girl was even wandering around looking for the whereabouts of three red kebaya dancers.


Three figures of dancers who had welcomed them in the doorway of the gate is still a mystery, their sudden appearance makes many questions.


In the darkness of the night and only in the moonlight did Clara's feet step with certainty.


Clara felt goosebumps walking in the forest alone in the dark of the night, but the curiosity was so high that it dismissed the fear that enveloped the body.


Clara's steps stopped at the place she was headed, the early gate into the forest.


Clara's eyes combed the deserted area, one subtle creature not to be seen let alone human.


"Where were they, last they were here, then where are they going now?"


Clara searches for the whereabouts of three mysterious dancers around the archway.


"Hey, where are you?"


"Where are you, I need to please show your form" Clara said venturing face-to-face with them.


No change, right and left are all empty, still Clara is there.


"I beg you please come, there are things I want to ask you" Clara said once again.


The response given is the same, they have not appeared, not only they are one of the subtle creatures waiting for the other forest is not visible, the area that Clara incandescent free from subtle creatures.


Clara sighed heavily, her efforts asking them to come never succeeding.


Clara was downcast, Clara's hopes were dashed, Clara's intention to look for them ended up in that place.


Clara set foot leaving the location and intended to return to the tent again.


One or two steps walking, Clara was forced to stop while staring at some people standing in front. The position of Clara who was down again made him not know who was in front.


Clara slowly looked up, looking at three women over 20, wearing a red kebaya, complete with a red scarf and other accessories. They stood right in front of Clara, staring at Clara blankly.


Clara retreated in surprise, bitter saliva she swallowed, now the person Clara wanted to stand in front of her but why did Clara become fierce when she looked directly at them.


"What do you want?" Ask one of the dancers in the middle position.


"Who are you, why was it that when me and my entourage passed beside you, you were showing your true form? Where is it our fault, why do you guys seem to have a personal grudge against us?" Ask Clara back.


Clara's purpose came to meet them just because of that, their response last afternoon was inversely proportional to now.


Clara's concern about their existence is so high, Clara is afraid that they will do bad things to students at National High School.


"Why did they look at me like this, where I was wrong, was there something wrong with my question just now" Clara thought back to the question she asked.


"But no, my question won't make them angry, I'm just fine, but why their response is like this" Clara's mind began to look horrified.


"Ohahhhhh!" Hysterical Clara when the three beautiful dancers in front of her turned into a sinister form, a face filled with blood, and the face shattered they face Clara face face directly.


"We don't like new people here, hurry up and get your friends out of here before you die!" Threatening mysterious red kebaya dancers.


"We just want to camp, our intention to come here is good, so why is your response like this?" It was a wonder that Clara dared to fight them.


Fear will only make Clara unable to wiggle, Clara occasionally had to refute the sentence of expulsion that came out on their lips.


"I don't want to hear a rebuttal, I told you to get out of here, don't come here again if you don't want to die in this place" they kicked their kebaya walnuts once again.


They strongly denied Clara's answer, they seemed unwilling to compromise. They don't like to bargain, what they want must happen.


"No, I'm not leaving, I'm never leaving, I'm staying. As long as my friends and I don't make a mess here, you have no right to kick us out!" Strictly refuted Clara.


Bravely Clara was firm, Clara did not want to be enslaved by ghosts, the threat of ghosts occasionally he had to fight, do not continue to be followed.


The eyes of the three red kebaya dancers glared perfectly, fury radiating all over the body, their hands clenched firmly. The fire in their eyes lit up, the little boy before them was so brave and continued to oppose them.


"How dare you defy. I'll make sure you and your friends are sorry for getting into our house" said the red kebaya dancer, accompanied by a tremendous threat.


Clara made up her mind, she remained calm in a place where there was no intention to run away from the battle.


"Just wait for our vengeance, we'll make your lives suffer!" Threaten them.


As fast as lightning they disappeared into smoke from before Clara.


Clara fanned the face of a lot of white smoke that gave off a foul odor like a carcass.


After the smoke disappeared Clara looked around."Where are they, do they go?"


"Damn it, they just left" angry Clara was already hurt by the actions of those who refused hard arrival along with her friends.


"But I will not obey them, I am not wrong, my friends make no mistakes, our existence does not disturb the inhabitants of this forest, but they still drive us away"


"As long as we're not wrong, I won't leave this place either, their problems will be I'll face myself others should not know, especially the national High School children!" Kekeh Clara did not want to leave the place that had been chosen to be made as their camping location despite the strong warnings from the residents of the Pine forest directly.


Clara looked around at the quiet, small animal sounds at each other and broke the gripping silence of the night.


Without saying another word Clara set foot back into the tent. The affair with the figure of the red kebaya dancer is not over, they are involved in a cold war and defend each other's arguments, not willing to budge at all.