New School Terror
Trance

Waiting for Mira to come out of the room was very long. Jefri almost cursed the girl if there were no mothers inside.

The figure of the woman called Mira last night was nowhere to be seen in the same place. It was likely that he had gone to another tree to meet his kind or was not wanting to appear.

They go on a motorcycle that you can imagine how the model. Once through the people immediately know 'rich people tuh'.

Jefri relies on GPS to their new school. Hana and Ratih did not accompany because they had to go to the tomb of their grandfather and husband.

Little singing mira banishes all negative feelings. Usually if there is a little feeling like this, there must be something.

"Gue can't be afraid."

Don't think Jefri didn't listen. The voice from another dimension just penetrated his ears. No matter how small Mira's voice she must have heard if they were close.

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Mira is silent waiting for the homeroom teacher in front of her to check the completeness of the school transfer record file.

His eyes watched Jefri face his own homeroom teacher.

Jefri deliberately shifted his gaze so that Mira did not worry more about being separated from him.

Not fair to him. When his inner eyes were not as sensitive now they were always one class. The turn to change schools is precisely found in different classes.

"Sir," call Mira.

Two teachers named Mr. Ilman and Mr. Adit turned towards Mira, as well as Jefri.

"Yes, why?" ask his homeroom teacher, Mr. Adit.

He is about 28 years old, he graduated a year ago, he said. Mr. Adit had told me that he had only taught for a year and was appointed as the guardian of class 11B about 3 months ago fitting to accompany them to the office.

Mira said, "My cry pen, Jef."

It's not about their different classes. Behind Mr. Ilman was a beautiful female figure who was hugging his neck with a wide smile. It's almost up to the ears.

Jefri must have seen more clearly than Mira who refused to be shown.

"Take your way to class, sir?"

Got the question, Mr. Adit and Mr. Ilman decided to take them to class.

Mira to class 11B and Jefri to class 11G. Jefri Class is located at the end of the 2nd floor of Building A.

Very far yes.

Mira was allowed to meet in front of her new friends.

"For everyone. My name is Mira Fuadi. Previously from Djuanda School, Bogor."

They seemed enthusiastic about Mira's arrival. Some are as excited, smiles, maybe there are also whispering less like.

"This mira happened to move house to Jakarta. There's a cousin who moved schools here too, but it's different class. You have to take care of Mira, yes" said Mr. Adit.

Indeed, young teacher vibes are rarely fierce. Average friendly and sociable.

"Yoi, Sir!"

"Makeup!"

Mr. Adit turned to his left, "Mira can sit on an empty bench."

There are three empty ones.

"Whatever?"

"Yes, please."

Mira chose to sit in the middle rather front so that she could see the writing on the board. His eyes were farsighted but not severe.

"Hi" said his colleague, woman.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Gue, Goddess."

"Oh yes, greetings."

Mr. Adit continued the subjects he held in front of them.

The first impression that captured Mira's eyes, the Goddess was friendly and sweet. Her hair was full of curls on the ends. He wears a pink pearl bando.

"Lo's cousin is here too? Which class?"

"G, on the other end."

"Chick or boy?"

"Turkey."

"Yahh, kirain chick."

"Why?" Usually if it's men, women must be happy.

"The three of us can play together."

"Gue from small play with Jefri, really. I'll know it at break."

"Well, it's a little hard."

"Why difficult?" Mira's confused.

"Later you also know, not something to be proud to talk about."

Until Pak Adit's lesson is completed, the class takes place normally without obstacles. Mira asked what time it usually takes to rest, Dewi said half twelve.

Around the eve of the break and the last new teacher out of the classroom.

The projector lamp that was lit because the material was given through a presentation suddenly died.

"Open the window, woi." He's Irlan, charismatic class president.

Mira saw those sitting by the window flicking the curtains so that the sunlight could change the darkness of the classroom.

"Loof." Goddesses look beyond the dark clouds.

"Eh, turn on the light dongs." Irlan told the kids again.

The light switch has not been turned on manually but is already on simultaneously.

"Wow," said Irlan representing another surprise.

For about five seconds they were silent, the gaze in one direction turned the attention of Mira who was tidying her desk.

"Why, Dew?"

Dewi pulls Mira's hand to get up from the bench. "I think we should get out of class now."

"Huh?" mira Beo. Whynot? His mind.

Except for Mira, they cried out in shock as soon as the class lights went off like play but no one pressed the switch.

"Wi! Take the others outside!" cry Irlan.

The goddess releases her handrails from Mira to get them out of the classroom.

Mira froze at the spot where one student sat three tables from her chair surrounded by a kind of pitch-black smoke.

The man's hand scratched the table violently accompanied by a long giggle.

"Kilihihihi."

Panic struck one class despite being jostled outside.

"Eh, the new kid's still in the dalem!"

The goddess also saw Mira frozen from the doorway. "Mira! Get out! He's possessed!"

Mira realized immediately called the Goddess. "Corruption?"

The girl had not had time to turn her eyes to the position the student was sitting in because her face was right in front of Mira.

That creepy face made Mira close her eyes tightly. Mira was clearly shocked to death to see the figure that possessed her friend was so terrifying.

The goddess enters again and pulls Mira out.

Suddenly Mira squealed her hair was pulled by the figure until her head looked up.

"Anjrite!" One magic word came out of Mira's mouth.

Dewi assisted Irlan to remove her hand from Mira's head.

"Zafran! Conscious, motherfucker!" gertak Irlan was angry.

"You can see me." The figure's eyeball glared red as well as grinning sharply.

The Goddess and Irlan were astonished to hear Zafran's voice so shrill as that of an old woman.

Mira held her head in fear of being pulled away by the damn ghost. He whined half crying.

"Call Jefri dong! Aaa, Jefri!"

Mira is caught by a ghostly figure in front of her and used as a tool to play tricks on other children.

"Well, Jefri who?" ask Irlan not to know.

"My cousin."

Goddess without babibu directly out to call cousin Mira even though they do not know the reason to go there.

"This child must die!" his ghost shouted in a severe giggle.

"Don't dong!" answer Irlan how it is.

Mira wanted to cry but her tears did not come out, plus the face of Irlan frantically tried to release the jubilee but still could answer the possessed Zafran.

"Must die!"

"We have God. God has the right to take life. Who can take your life, Anjir!" reply Irlan.

"Or you? Hihahi. " Zafran grinned but what Mira saw was still the horrible woman.

"My shell? Not married, don't want ah!" Mira shakes dear life.

"Mira! That's your cousin, isn't it?!" The goddess shouted from outside the window pointing at Jefri.

Mira saw Jefri at the door. "My hair, Jef! Help!"

Zafran stopped laughing loudly as soon as Jefri came with his hands still grabbing Mira's head.

While tilting his head Zafran asked softly between Mira and Irlan's ears.

"It turns out you two came."

"Jafri!"