Mystical Dream Terror (Real Story )
Black shadow

The day was heavy. Why do I say heavy?

As if I were living alone. Having a husband but like yourself. Tired of seeing my husband, hated seeing my husband. Not to mention the husband himself often look for problems.

No problems in making it a problem, small problems in big is it said people.

It feels more complicated about his business.

,,,,,

The day before dusk, the wall clock shows at 14:46 local time.

My neck was so tense, my head was tired. Pain also not, but the feeling like gripping. Like there's something tied up in the back of my head.

Don't ask me where my mind is now. What's for sure is that my daydreams are only on Rey. The real Rey and the dreamy Rey. While my own husband?

Strange as it was, I never dreamed of it. Especially missed. He was like a stranger to me.

He's like I don't know him. All I know is that he is the father of my children.

Suddenly,,,

Settt,, though,,,

Seemed like a shadow in here and there, as if following kamana I went. Actually I've felt this for a long time, feeling always followed by invisible creatures. But I can't see it.

When the exam came, after my meeting with Rey. It's all finally getting clearer.

Starting from strange dream dreams, serem, horror, anyway full of mystery deh.

I let the invisible shadow go here and there in no direction. Because I also don't know what the purpose is to bother me.

Adhan maghrib came, immediately I clean clean and shower continued to wash, cleaning myself from everything that makes me exposed to unclean. Be it visible unclean, or invisible unclean.

I take the ablution water to face HIM immediately.

I tried to be solemn when I met HIM. Although Rey's shadow always comes to disturb my mind and my eyes.

Finish my maghrib prayer continue with daily dhikr ba'da prayer. Not to forget I read Q.S Al-ikhlas, Al-Falaq, An-Nas and ayat kursy.

And other short prayer. Then I continued by reading the Qur'an, even though it was only a two-leaf reciprocal.

The time between maghrib and isya I spent on dhikr and teaching, teaching my own children to read iqra and write, and writing, and if there is time I continue to read books of hadith or study studies of famous ustadz.

Usually before prayer, I have arranged my husband's dinner and my baby's. After eating they continue to learn to read iqra or play as usual.

The night passed, and both of my ballet fell asleep. So did my husband.

But I'm still nervous, my head still hurts. All kinds of pain medications are not able to eliminate the pain.

My feet are moving towards the kitchen.

I take a kettle and fill it with a little water, then I put it on the stove and light the fire.

While waiting for the boiling of water, I immediately took a cup, spoon, sugar and coffee.

I took a chair and sat on it.

My mind imagines where. Tired of my body, I somehow feel like I'm tired.

Tired, I feel my chest tight.

Not feeling the water is boiling, I immediately brewed the water in a cup to immediately get the taste of hot coffee delicious and fresh. I stir the mixture of coffee, sugar and water in the cup.

Uhm,, what a fragrance, what a pleasure would you deny, man. Suddenly remembered the passage of the translation of the Letter of Ar-Rahman.

I breathed in the heat of coffee, in order to remove the burden of pain in my head.

All I thought I was holding my own, I told my friends that no one believed me. It was as if they were saying I was just a hallucination. Including my own husband.

So I'm just alone, enjoying the pain, enjoying all the flavors and things I'm dealing with right now.

I lyrically with the tail of my eyes a shadow of a black shadow that often follows me. Cuek,, huh,,,? yeah, a little bit of a bitch.

Because it's normal, and the signs will come in the middle of the night when I start sleeping in my dreams.

I'm talking mobile phone, I'm silent Rey's phone. It didn't take long to pick up the phone from me.

" Hello, "whispers.

" I hate you "I'm short

" No, it's a sin if you hate me "his girlfriend.

" It's no sin I hate you "me again.

" I'm your husband, no wife should hate her husband" he added.

" I already have a husband, you're not my husband" I consciously argued.

" He's not your husband, I'm your husband" he said firmly.

Emotion. I'm turning off my phone.

" Bas selfish, "my chuckle in my heart.

Suddenly my head hurts. My chest feels tight, I don't feel like I'm dripping my tears. I was crying, yes, I was crying. I don't know what the lattice is.

My fate, or what. I never knew.

If it wasn't for that meeting, it wouldn't have been like this. But I realized again, that everything was in his plan.

I can't complain, even to my own husband, I still can't complain because everything will backfire on me.

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I ran between the houses, the position in the street in the middle of the night.

Something is chasing me. It was a snake, yes, a long, small black snake. The black snake flew quickly after me.

So seriousnys ran to find a safe way, unaware my feet stumbled on the wood that ran in front of me. Fall I kiss the earth.

I forgot the black snake was chasing me. Suddenly the snake was in front of me and ready to peck at any part of my body.

It was amused that I saw the beast. I'm trying to pinch off a black snake attack.

Suddenly the snout of the black snake had reached near my thigh.

Hahhh,, hahh,, hahhh,, my breath gasps. Sweat drenched my whole body.

My eyes were wide open, looking for the snake.

I looked around me, but I wasn't on the road. I was in my own room, complete with my husband as well as my two balit.

The dream came again.

Feels like real. The fatigue feels real.

Everything feels real.

I remember again before going to bed, something must be forgotten.

I forgot to read the prayer.