Mystical Dream Terror (Real Story )
Early on

Call me Nita. I'm 41, not young anymore to experience what people say is like an ABG child. I am married and have 5 children.

My family says I am a slave, meaning son of Java palembang hehehe,,,

Yes, my father is from Palembang, my mother is from Jogjakarta. I was born in the city of Jogjakarta 41 years ago. But unfortunately, I grew up not in my hometown and hometown.

Since the divorce of my parents, precisely in 1982 (very long yaaaa.). My mother emigrated to the area following her third sister to an area called S town.

It was actually hard for my mother to be able to blend in and adapt in that area. Because everything is so drastic. Who originally lived in the City, suddenly moved and lived in the forest (yes, it was the forest. Because my mother followed her brother to the government program, Transmigration).

But all for the sake of a change of fate to leave a painful past, finally the mother tried to survive until finally there was no desire to return to her hometown of Jogjakarta.

39 Years have passed. We have become residents of S District M, which is now very developed because of its nickel mining industry.

In this city, all the beginning of the story of the mystery began.

Starting from Junior High School which at that time was including a prestigious State school, because it was located in the District. I'm a transfer student from District P, at Junior High School or Junior High. At the time of the move I went up to 2nd grade. It was the middle of 1993.

Well, the early years of the 90s are still including the jadoel year, right???

Long story short, I'm a transfer student from the city. Ordinary if there were a transfer student from the city would definitely be in the ant kayak crowd and definitely the capital artist. It happened to me, hahaha, that is,,,

According to my friends, I am beautiful, pure white (the palembang boy said he was white-white jasmine ali baba hehehe,,,), real red blushing cheeks without makeup, the standard height is hahaha,,,,,),,, (because there are still shorter than I hihihi), minimalist nose (ngaku yaa,,), and many more.

I was known by my friends as a super quiet, shy, de el el. I have good results, because I am easy to adapt. And most like to deketin children who pinter (not for nyontek lhooo, but to learn so that you can follow the pinter also hehehe).

This is where, in the 2nd grade of Junior High, the beginning of my story begins. But I'm not really sure yet. Because I totally forgot. Only he knows who he was in the past when he was in school at Junior High.

I'm really - totally forgetful. Being forgetful also has its own story, all due to childhood suffering that makes me not want to think about all the old wounds that become difficult to treat. All the wounds inflicted on my heart, mind, mind and soul are suiiiit,,,

But here I just want to tell you my story on this one.

Mystery horror stories and the like...

The true story, which I actually experienced in 2016 or about 5 years ago. And it still goes on to this day.