Story of Mystery Story
Short Horror Story 02

Fictitious stories, if there is a similar story, are mere coincidences.

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GREETINGS AT NIGHT

Time showed ten o'clock at night when Ustadz Romli came home from filling tausyiah at a lecture in his village. Because the distance is not too far, it is enough to walk.

In less than ten minutes, it was a third of the way through before reaching home. Right left of the road he then the houses already seem deserted, if the residents are ready in each contest.

"Just come home, sir.." One voice greeted from the left of the road. Ustadz Romli. Oh, apparently Ms. Wakjiah, a woman who was about half a century old, stood holding a broom behind the fence of her house, smiling, her hair graying neatly in the loop.

Ustadz Romli paused for a moment, he smiled back at Ms. Wakjiah, "Iya Bu, just returned home from school."

The old woman nodded. 

"Let's Mom." Finished speaking, without waiting for his interlocutor's answer, Ustadz Romli continued his steps. Not ten feet away, he stopped being stunned, his head suddenly bristling. He just remembered, didn't Miss Wakjiah just die three days ago? Turning his head back slowly, his eyes watched the house where he had been greeted by the old woman. Slender. There was no one behind the fence. Ustadz Romli swallowed. So, who just greeted him??

SECOND WIFE

That afternoon I was busy in the living room, doing office work with a laptop. Tomorrow Monday must be ready for the benefit of work, therefore almost all day I dwell in front of the screen.

From the outside, my wife entered, I glanced, alone without my two children. I know after Ashar they went to the neighbor's house. He went straight into the room without saying hello. Ah, I just remembered the plan to visit a friend's house later that night, so my mouth opened, "Where's Bun? So we're out tonight?" I didn't hear an answer.

"Dad's work is almost done, we can still if we want to go out, anyways all day we have not gone anywhere," I said again.

Still I didn't hear the response. Ah, lest he lash anymore, it is so the habit of my wife, if again lambs, would not want to talk anything. What made him suck this time? All day feeling I have nothing but serious in front of the laptop. Or is that why he snags?

All right, I'll apologize. My mouth opened again about to make a sound, but before I could open the mouth from the outside entered a woman carrying a boy, and followed by a little girl in the back.

"Make sure, I haven't run around yet, so don't go for a walk" said the woman.

"Oh father, he said to go for a walk," now the little girl who spoke.

"Damn-god, dickhead..." Babe the little guy in the sling.

I was surprised to see the three of them. My wife and my children? So who came in and I had a conversation with? My nape is bristling

IT'S THE MIDNIGHT GULP

That night at nine seminar the second day of the fifth session ended, my friend and I were one area that had not felt sleepy out of the seminar as well as where we stayed.

The moonlight to peek behind the mega is still able to illuminate the darkness of the night, especially indeed this area includes the large city area, where the right left of the road is designed with lighting lights.

We headed to a coffee shop not far from where the seminar was held. A small shop on the side of the road. Many in the shop, we recognize them - they are seminar participants like us, after ordering coffee, confused about where to sit because the stall bench has been full.

"The back is a bench sir" said the shop owner who saw us confused. I also took my partner back. It was a bit surprising at first knowing what was behind the stall. The vast expanse of the cemetery was plastered, the dim moonlight illuminated the area.

"Nothing," he answered.

We also sat on a long bench made of wood.

Perhaps it is thought in urban areas, because the more densely populated, so that the burial place is among the residential population.

I was also busy chatting with my colleagues, about the topic of seminars, work, to hobbies, not even spared our jokes sometimes catapulted, sparing us where we actually talk.

Time did not feel passed, the night was getting late, the shop buyers had realized earlier moved back to inn.

"What time is it?" My toot.

"Half two sir" he replied after checking the time in his hape.

"It's so late apparently, well we're back for a break." My colleague nodded. After paying for the drinks, we returned to the inn.

On the way several times Ahsha my friend held her shoulder. "Why Yes?" My toot.

"Come, sir, my shoulder feels this heavy, it's aching" he replied.

"Maybe a tadpole" I said.

Until the room lights are dead. The seminar participants in the room were already in bed apparently. Indeed, the accommodation prepared for participants is large rooms that can accommodate more than ten people in it. And each has prepared a mattress even on the floor.

As I was sleepy, I went to sleep immediately.

It seemed like it had not been too long since I saw a dark atmosphere enveloping me. Look me in the eyes, looking at the figures moving towards me. Whatisit?

The black figures drew closer to me, shuddering in fear of enveloping. Fear made my mouth cry out, "Please.please...please!"

A noise was heard. "What's that!?" "Who is that!?" "Nglindur" "Wakeup!"

"Sir.. Sir! Wake up!" One hard shake felt. I opened my eyes. Bright room. My friend was crouching near me.

I rose up, "Astaghfirullah." I said as I held my dizzy head.

"Dream Sir?" Ask Ahsya.

I nodded, some one-room comrades who had awakened from the screams in my ribs shook their heads, and went back to sleep.

I was stunned, why was I having such a nightmare? Because we are too tired, or because we were too long last night in a place that should not be, so as to disturb the calm of the residents?

So-called.