Story of Mystery Story
Short Horror Stories 01
This story is fiction. When there is a similarity of name and story, it is just a coincidence.
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YOU CALL, WE'RE COMING!
I was silent in the blanket after being content to read a mystery story and turn off the room lights. The story is really tense, about the devil and all his terror, “Do demons really exist?" I thought, "If there is one I want to see,” I whispered in my heart. And you know next? I couldn't sleep last night. In the dark room I saw sinister faces grinning, swirling around like phosphorus around me.
BEMOANING FAILURE
So good my hand writing in the diary, I made a writing that contained about the failures that I had experienced, from small and big things. I hope it can be a lesson in the future. I wrote about failure as the flag ceremony leader. Failing in a race. Failing to achieve love. Failing to answer school teacher questions. About the failure of the choir lead. About the failure of the presentation of the task. Failure to apply for a job. About the failure to maintain opinions, and some other failures, almost four sheets were written about the failures that I had experienced. But you guys know? Actually I only wrote down half of my failures, and I got tired and fell asleep last night. Who do you think wrote half of it?
PILLOW WEIGHING A STONE
The habit of me sleeping while putting a pillow, as well as that night, engrossed in sleeping while I put a pillow in my head while engrossed in daydreaming that can be daydreamed, and when I was about to get up to go back, I can't lift a pillow in my head, like it's overlaid with a rock.
WHERE ARE WE GOING, BABY!?
Adolescence is a wonderful time to date, and I have felt it too. One night while chatting with my girlfriend after dinner, I asked her halfway, “Where are we going now baby?” My question had not been answered, when I saw the right sign light of my motor suddenly flashing right without me turning it on. There is a cemetery on the right.
CLEAN YOUR BED BEFORE GOING TO BED
Finished doing college assignments until late at night, my body feels tired, I looked at the wall clock, the clock has shown at 12 o'clock passing, amazing, so my concentration apparently, so I was concentrated, I did not even realize that from afternoon I had not even bathed, as late as this it was impossible to take a bath, unless I wanted to find a disease. I took off my shirt because it was too hot I guess, and I immediately threw down my basket while raising two hands as a cushion. Just closed for a moment, I immediately jumped up. Who was just running my armpits?
A TOOLOONGG!
My room is part L of our house, every night I diligently stay up late while listening to music and reading books. Even tonight, even though it is raining and good for sleeping, until late I am still busy reading and playing music. When my eyes were tired, I finally closed my reading book, I turned off the music I heard. The rain has stopped. Not to mention breaking my body, the sound of dog barking was so loud. GUO! GUO! Whose dog? Looks like the bark is inside the fence? Tooloongg...! The voice of the old man sounded. Right in front of my room door.
WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT!?
We used to run around at night. So also that night, the five of us were looking for a nice hangout for a chat. “Disana! I think it's fun!” Said one of my friends while pointing at an empty house, so there was no worry we went there immediately, so we took a room and started chatting while smoking cigarettes. The room was so wide, the roof had collapsed, that we could see the flickering stars in the sky. In the middle of the conversation, one of our friends back and forth his gaze led to one dark corner of the house, then began to collect the leaves and twigs around his seat, turn it on, “Why are you?” ask one of our friends. He didn't answer. When the twigs and leaves had begun to burn up in a hurry he invited us to leave the empty house. Arriving outside the house, “Do not look back..” he said slowly. I was curious, then asked, “What do you see?” Closed his mouth in my ear and whispered, “Pocong.
BURNING THE SKIN OF GRANDFATHERS
In my house there is a special closet to store the relics of the previous elders. I'm a modern person, and I'm a religious believer, that kind of thing I consider a form of idiosyncrasies, so I told my parents, “It's best to just burn all the practice papers, and the amulets are dad! It is not good that we religious people believe such a thing,”, I said. My father was silent not to argue, but did not dare to obey my proposal. Then I unloaded all the cabinets, I took them out and I burned them all. But one thing in the form of dry skin was about to be taken by my father, “Don't! Tiger skin don't burn you!” his yell. No matter me, I burned everything. The night when sleeping, in conscious and I did not hear the sound of the rooftops. Tomorrow when you wake up. My face was scratched like a scratch.
APPARENTLY I AM TOO
“Why am I? Every time a nightmare sleep always, feeling always restless, and always scared?” my friend said that afternoon. I paused for a moment, and replied, “Then I know, the symptoms you feel are signs that there is a genie in your body that is disturbing.”
“Lantas what should I do?” tanyakanya. “You must diruqyah, I have one acquaintance, later tonight we are there.”
The Ustadz looked at me, reciting a certain do’a on his lips, approached me, held my hand, pressed him and blew my ears. “Arrghh!”
HE'S ALREADY GIVEN YOU SPACE
In the mosque, so reverberating, my body trembled, suddenly there was a movement felt on my wrist, and then I felt like there were living beings running around under my skin, I was so busy groping my body. Plaque! A slap hit my shoulder, a man stood beside me, the movement stopped. She smiled, her mouth opened, “She's already made room in your body, at any time she can return.”.
TIME HOME
Going home to work late at night is normal, so is tonight, after Isya’ I just came home. The road was getting dark and I was relaxing. From the back of one motor through me, a middle-aged man with his partner, he turned his head, “Awas mas clothnya entered the chain!” said it. I grinned, joking him. I keep driving my bike until I pass the bridge into the area where I live. After the bridge, “Thanks mas..” one female voice sounded from behind. Surprised I looked. Blank. Who was I just talking to?
WHAT THE HELL AM I LOOKING AT?
Coming home late at night from visiting a colleague's house in a hurry I walked, it felt unable to resist urination. I finally decided to pee on the edge of an empty garden. While I was urinating, in the dark I saw a red dot, growing bigger and bigger, and increasing in two. And the two points were getting closer and closer, and now it appeared in front of me a large black tall figure.
NIGHT MICROLET
Because I stopped by where my friend and one of my friends came home late at night. As soon as it got off the inter-city bus near the terminal, the atmosphere was already quiet.
We tried to find transportation at a crossroads outside the terminal.
"Our walking candidates, bro," said my friend.
"It could be" I said briefly.
Somewhat long wait, also appeared a microlet from the turn of the crossroad. I was excited, my hand was waving to stop, but the vehicle was speeding past us, at first glance I looked at the inside of the passenger, looking full.
"Pantes, it doesn't fit" I said.
My friend didn't answer, I noticed his eyes were still watching the microlet drift apart.
"It's full" I said again.
Without looking back my friend said, "When did you see the driver?"
Uh, even the driver was asked, "No, I didn't pay attention, why the driver?" I asked back.
"There's no driver...."
So-called.