SENSITIZED
ISMA'S TOMB

Ryan, never expecting his 23rd birthday, keeps his heart locked and hates birthday cakes. Isma, the figure of her dear brother, must end tragically due to an accident.

On the seventh day, Ryan could only mourn the tomb of Isma not far from home. Moreover, the mother could not attend, because the licensing process is complicated in dubai to Indonesia.

"Ryan, you're patient!" hanna.

"When I was rich, I didn't exist. He thinks everything can be with money, I hate this kind of situation. My brother has to go, what's this like to lose. I died when I was 6, and then I was alone."

"Allah swt, there he is the best helper. We're leaving now! we go to campus, after the thesis, we open the bloody marry box. Still want the task and mandate of the spirit, right? Sorry Ryan!"

"On the spirit of the neck that follows me in the forest, has been helped. Hope the news finishes quickly today. Only we have to go to the old father's spirit house, with a messy stomach. I don't know why it happened, right with the location of Isma ka. Is he the one who died in ka Isma."

"Ryan Istighfar! destiny, and there seems to be a mystical thing that we have to break. Because the road is like there's something weird." explains Hanna.

Hanna and Ryan are currently away, leaving Isma's grave. They both went to the campus, to give the thesis. For some reason, Siska, Jamet and Tono late this dodge. It makes Hanna and Ryan always leave alone, or because of rumors that are now heard until campus, if Hanna and Ryan are the cause of the curse of disaster.

"Look, the cause of Mr. Yola is gone. That's Hanna's name, she's the mystical pretender. Don't let him be a shaman's son, but he's our bala. Just be careful, if anyone dares to deletin the child, we give a lesson." said someone who gossiped.

Ryan and Hanna stared intently, often all eyes staring at them looked strange, especially looking at Hanna.

"Han, don't take heart, will I shut up?"

"Ryan, it's ah. Don't be instigated, we're just here for this love. Keep pulling, you want to know the state of Mira right."

"Ok, if that's what you want. Hanna."

THE BK ROOM.

Hanna waits in the waiting room, while Ryan goes to the toilet. But somehow at this time Hanna felt strange and awkward, in the atmosphere of the office, one of their lecturer rooms. Hanna was not alone there were several other students who were waiting to take turns giving the thesis.

The uproar is getting worse. Hanna covered her ears.

"Whisper!" the upset. The sound of footsteps rang out, as soon as the class became silent. Mr. Brody looked at the students, the others, staying in order even though he was out of class for a while.

Hanna rolled her eyeballs lazily, so hypocritically her friend Hanna's, in the classroom she gave an indifferent expression and pointed Hanna was a curse girl. Not a little talk in this room there is a son of a shaman pesky carrier. Hanna forgot and tried to hold back the patience back then.

Everything had been waiting for a long time, some of them chose to sleep, Mr. Brodi was still faithfully watching the other classes and had not returned, until the fishy smell returned, Hanna stared at the rest of the class.

The broom behind the friend at the end of the door fell by itself, all staring at the broom, except for Hanna who was staring outwards. Their feathers goosebumps, including Mr. Brodi who just came, Mr. Brody took the broom that fell earlier and put it back into place.

Hanna's eyes were still faithfully staring out the window until a shadow flashed, Hanna was spontaneously motionless. He was sure he did not see wrong. Not yet there, the door that was closed opened by itself, like someone pushing the door. Mr. Brody who happened to be next to the door jumped in shock.

"Is there a strong wind?" ask Brodi, looking at the other students.

"Who was that?"

"Who?" shouted the teacher.

'ghosts?' inner Hanna, eager to answer, but not all believe in Hanna. Hanna cursed and kept it in her heart.

"Who's pushing?"

"Who?" shouted Mr. Brody, and another friend fell silent like a statue.

Hanna looked back at the black shadow, with a figure in a red dress. Curled hair with a leaking head, spitting out fishy fresh blood. It was so desperate to get Hanna to go to the toilet. The sense of smell of the spirit tried to approach Hanna and ask for help.

'Help me! Hanna, I know your name. I know you can see me, I know you can hear me.' The spirit's tone echoed, only Hanna heard.

Hanna's pale face looked strange, as Mr. Brody approached.

"Hanna, are you sick? you why?" ask teacher.

Nausea, dizziness that Hanna felt when the spirit tried to enter and try to communicate.

"Non't now." said Hanna.

Surprised mr. brody. "Heah, what. You say not now? sentag pak guru, with the laughter of other students also bully.

Huuuuu!! shouted another student.

"Ma-maf sir! I'm allowed to go to the toilet, this is my thesis." said Hanna, then she went to look for the toilet.

Once Hanna was in the toilet, she vomited blood with white maggots. It made Hanna even more limp, and the leaking head woman's spirit, approached and pointed towards Hanna.

"Relish!" hanna shouted, she leaned over and pressed my neck. Closing her eyes as if Hanna, was already in another dimension.

"Auw, it hurts so much. Where's me?" lirih Hanna was confused and scared. It was dark, and very scary. Blood from a toilet makes Hanna even more afraid.

Why the flood of blood? who are you, show me what I can help. Hanna cried out, and was almost shocked when Hanna saw the tragic scene before her eyes. It was as if Hanna was a victim, and she felt it.

Tbc.