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The three-story building with a visible blue color has faded. There is a little paint that has been peeling so that it shows the original color of the building, white. The actual building is where herbal medicine is sold and various types of herbal medicine are indeed a bit far from other buildings. A teenage girl looked at the building with a doubtful look.

“Medicine and Herbal Stores Laveindisc”. The inscription of the shop name was quite large and clear, so from a considerable distance it could be read by the long straight-haired teenager who was still standing without flinching it. Suddenly Alikha stepped foot into the shop and entered slowly like a force was pulling her to enter the store immediately. His eyes swept across the entire store on the first floor, looking for employees there to ask. The thing is, no one is in sight. There's just an old couch, a row of cabinets filled with drugs and herbs, the small table on which was a small book complete with a black pen and there was a small television on top of one of the medicine cabinets right facing the window. The atmosphere was extremely quiet, only the ticking of the clockwork could be heard. The teenage girl named Alikha felt a seizure.

“Assalamualaikum, excuse me, is there anyone? I am Alikha, a prospective employee who will work in this store”, cried Alikha quite loudly hoping someone heard.

There were no signs of anyone there. Alikha decided to sit for a while while waiting. The dark brown-colored sofa that Alikha now occupied had already been eaten up by age. His skin was already peeled off and the sofa was not soft enough for Alikha. Alikha was still waiting. He thought maybe the owner of this store was taking a nap on the second floor or third floor because the watch did show exactly at two in the afternoon.

“Hoam... So sleepy also”, complained Alikha while relaxing her body looking for a good position to sit on this old sofa. “Kok, like no buyers huh? So quiet?”, he said in his heart.

Alikha stood up to look at the state of affairs outside the shop. From a distance he saw a girl with a purple scarf. Alikha guessed that the girl was around twenty years old just like her. Seeing that there was someone other than her there, made Alikha quite relieved. Suddenly the girl in purple scarf was already at the door of the store and entered greeting Alikha. “Excuse Mbak. Is it here to sell palms?”, asked the girl seriously with a cold and pale face.

“What do you mean palm? The gloves? I have not been an employee at this store mbak, so do not know there or not. The owner of the shop is somehow where” is, replied Alikha who suddenly felt her body goosebumps and astonishment with the very mysterious girl before her now.

“Not gloves, but palms for my hands”, said the mysterious girl while raising her right hand and shown it right in front of Alikha's face which was instantly deathly pale looking at the hand without those palms and fingers.

The hand was covered in blood and dripping down on the floor. Suddenly the face of the mysterious girl who was pale and cold earlier had turned into a black-colored spooky face with eyeballs jumping out. Her hair was already very messy and her white clothes were covered in blood. His left hand with sharp clawed fingers tried to grab Alikha's face and tried to claw it.

“Aargh...”, Alikha's screams filled the entire store. He's so scared. His body trembled so much that he could not move his legs to run. Clearly Alikha saw the face of the girl who was now turning into a terrifying ghost that was so filled with sobriety. It was as if the ghost wanted to avenge him on Alikha. Alikha was unable to put up any resistance. His eyes just closed. Read the short letters he memorized and leave them to God with what will happen to him.

“Come out soon. Out!”, the shriek of the female ghost was heard by Alikha.

A few seconds passed but Alikha did not feel her face being scratched or hurt by the ghost. Slowly, Alikha opened her eyes. The ghost does not exist. Missing. Alikha was sitting limp on the floor. Feeling such great relief. Alikha thought of the voice of the ghost earlier telling her to come out. "Did that ghost not like my being here huh?", thought Alikha.

From the top floor came the sound of someone walking down the stairs. Alikha was aghast and imagined that it was the ghost that still wanted to kill her. The move was even clearer since it was already on the second floor. The cold sweat quickly flooded back into Alikha's limp body. I think he wants to cry. But not how much later Alikha was relieved because it was really a person.

“Who are you? Why scream so much that it wakes me?”, asked the moustached father full of inquiry at Alikha who was still sitting on the floor.

“I Alikha, Sir. Prospective employees at this store. Father yesterday contacted me right if I was accepted to work here?”, explained Alikha nervous.

“Oh. Why are you screaming so loudly?”, asked the father.

“Em... There was a mouse attached to my shoe, Pak”, Alikha replied lying. He hasn't told me about the incident with the ghost just now. Afraid it was just his hallucination even though he was sure it was really happening.

“Oh mouse yes?”, Mr. Amir with a face that looks sangar it responds to Alikha's statement with a tone like know something.

After about an hour, Mr. Amir explained to Alikha, he immediately returned to the third floor to rest. Mr. Amir told Alikha to stay the night. Starting tomorrow, we will be allowed to go home. Mr. Amir advised that Alikha could occupy a room on the second floor and was forbidden to go up to the third floor. Actually, Alikha objected to staying over, because she was very uncomfortable with the conditions in this store. But how else, Alikha did not want to lose the opportunity to work.

Half past six in the afternoon already made the sky quite dark. Alikha was sitting by the glass window looking at the sky outside. This room is quite large and comfortable for Alikha. The bed is soft and there is a bathroom with green ceramic, his favorite color. Alikha has not decided to sleep because she feels the responsibility, because half an hour later the Maghrib adhan will reverberate.

At exactly twelve in the night, Alikha woke up. He heard a noise on the third floor. Sounds like a hold. “Please..!” Vaguely Alikha could hear the sound of screams enduring the pain. With astonishment Alikha woke up from her sleep. He wanted to go to the third floor to find out what it was. Not yet out of Alikha's confusion, there was a loud bang like the sound of wood hitting something. The screams for help became clearer.

Alikha could not just sit and listen. He wanted to know what was going on above. No matter the prohibition from Mr. Amir who does not allow himself to go to the third floor. “There must be something wrong on the third floor!”, muttered Alikha. With a slow step Alikha climbed the stairs. His body trembled slightly from fear. But his intention to help the person who repeatedly screamed earlier made Alikha brave. On the third floor, there was only one door that was closed. That must be Mr. Amir's door.

Alikha put her ear to the door. Right, the voice asking for help came from inside the room. Alikha's hand reflex knocked on the door hard. “Pak Amir's. Please open the door, what's inside? I heard the voice of people asking for help”, cried Alikha loudly. Suddenly the voice stopped. Now it is only silence that dominates the atmosphere. “Basic is not polite! I forbid you to go up here. Still done!”, angry Mr. Amir at Alikha.

Mr. Amir was standing near the door of the room which he opened only a little. “Sorry, Sir. I just want to know if the sound of screams asking for help was really there?”, said Alikha looking at Mr. Amir from top to bottom. He choked because Mr. Amir's hand was covered in blood. Realizing that her hand was being seen by Alikha, she quickly pulled it behind her body.

“Pak, I want to see the contents of the room Bapak”, said Alikha who then pushed the room door hard so that it opened completely. The view in Mr. Amir's room made Alikha's heart seem to jump out. A young woman had died lying on a white bed. But the white color had turned red because of the blood flowing from the woman's right hand which no longer had a palm with her finger.

Right on the pillow, the separated palms were already wrapped in a clear plastic that was dirty by the blood that was still coming out bit by bit. At once Mr. Amir pulled Alikha's right hand very firmly. He took a large and sharp knife still covered in fresh blood from the table, then pointed it at Alikha's hand, trying to cut off Alikha's hand in fidelity.

“Feel! What has happened to that woman will also you experience!”, cried Mr. Amir who has now turned into a murderer so vile. Alikha kicked right under the belly of Mr. Amir and he could escape from the grip of the heartless human hand. Quickly Alikha ran down the stairs all the way to the bottom floor. The exit is locked. Alikha was frightened, she wanted to get out of this store immediately. But all the doors are locked.

The glass window had been broken, but the iron bars prevented him from getting out. She screamed for help, hoping someone would pass by and hear her screams. But the situation outside was very dark and silent. Alikha cried imagining that soon Mr. Amir would cut off his hand which would definitely hit his veins and in the end his fate would be the same as the woman he had seen. Died undeservingly.

There was a step of Mr. Amir down the stairs while calling his name, “Alikha! You won't be able to escape from here. No one can escape me. Your delicate and beautiful palm will be the tenth palm for me to eat. Get your hands beautiful, I promise I will cut them slowly if you do not contact”, he said.

“Basic crazy, where there are people who willingly give their hands to the devil like you!”, cried Alikha angrily. Now Mr. Amir was in front of him and ready to swing a sharp knife towards Alikha's hand. Alikha managed to dodge, only her arm was slightly scratched and spewed out fresh blood. Alikha ran dodging towards the back while holding the blood coming out from her arm with a handkerchief.

He kept praying and praying. Only God can help him. He's sure of it. If he had to die, it would be his destiny. I heard a loud scream. Alikha looked back and slowly headed forward. A terrifying look adorned his vision. It's unbelievable, but it's real to see Alikha. The ghost of the woman who scared him this afternoon is now clawing at Mr. Amir's body. Moments later began to appear the ghosts of other women who were all dressed in white full of blood and his right hand without palms and fingers.

One of them cut sadistically with both hands of Mr. Amir. Mr. Amir breathed his last as his pain weakened. The ghosts disappeared and the door suddenly opened. Alikha came out of the shop screaming and yelling. I don't know where he's going to run, Alikha doesn't know. In the middle of the road Alikha fainted unconscious.

Slowly, Alikha's eyes opened. He was in a white room and smelled of medicine. A nurse smiled at him. Alikha returned the smile and grimaced as she felt pain in the arm of her right hand that had now been bandaged. “Please calm down deck. Just take a break, because you just realized from fainting overnight”, the nurse said gently to Alikha.

Papa and mama Alikha who was there immediately hugged their child with a cry. They are very grateful that Alikha managed to survive the sadistic murder by Mr. Amir who used to be a doctor in this hospital. When Mr. Amir met someone who taught him black magic, Mr. Amir stopped being a doctor and he disappeared without news.

Mr. Amir opened a drug and herbal medicine shop but never wanted to serve buyers. Building the store is just one way Mr. Amir to get the hands of ten women who will be taken only limited to his wrists to make him young and rich without effort. He deliberately placed an ad in the newspaper about job vacancies for young women so that he could easily trap the women.

The heresy that Mr. Amir got from someone who is now somehow there where it made him lose his mind and end up tragically against himself, because the spirits of the nine women he managed to kill turned out to take revenge. When Alikha collapsed in the middle of the road, she was found by a group of police officers who had just returned from service. The police were suspicious because Alikha's arm was hurt deep enough to still bleed.

The policemen followed the trail of blood on the streets and arrived at “Tok Remedies and Jamu Laveindisc”. Alikha listened to the explanation of her two parents who were still tightly hugging her. “This morning the store was secured by the police, dear. The bodies of the murdered young women will soon be buried, as will the body of Mr. Amir”, his mother whispered in Alikha's ear.

Alikha breathed a sigh of relief. “Alhamdulillah, thank You Allah O Lord I”, thanksgiving unceasingly came out of Alicha's mouth. Now he understands and believes more and more in the majesty of God the Creator. Anything impossible can happen if God wills.