Story of Mystery Story
The End of a Game

must have heard of the " haunted road" around you? want near the house, near the school or near the office, there must be a street story that is considered haunted by the surrounding residents.

like the story of one of the accounts in this case called mantabsoull. through the account the owner shared a horror story a year ago, precisely April 12, 2018 ago.

that said, he said this story happened long before his mother married.at that time, the mother was still living in a village that was not told the location.

the name of the village, there must be a distinctive culture or custom that is still preserved so as not to age.

well, in the village of mothers who owned this account there used to be a lumping horse show that is still very popular.

from young to old, willing from any background, all gather and watch the lumping horse show in the village.

the story, his mother and sister at that time became one of the spectators of the lumping horse show that night.

the event was lively, many residents who came and entertained to see it. meaning without feeling the time passed quickly.

so, his mother and aunt decided to go home even though the show was still long.

armed with an old motorcycle, the two women fight the cold of the night and the fog that closes the road.

"Sir, I know the fast way!" said the aunt who was driving.

"it's up to the important thing quickly until, rather than scolded by the same mother," said the mother with Javanese dialect.

eventually the two decided to choose that shortcut.

next to the road, Bibi decided to take a shortcut that he thought would be faster to get home.

as it turned out, the path they took was a dark and bushy one on the left and right side of the road.

the shortcut chosen turned out to make his mother creeps.just entered this road, the mother said she had swallowed while looking at the trees around her.

"it's safe here?"ask the mother.

"already, just bismillah, Ma'am" replied the aunt confidently.

not long ago, just a few meters in from Simpang earlier, mother's ears were ringing.

the cold air of the night and the sunyinya atmosphere if it makes his mother continue to look at the bushes on his left. such is the thing that stuck out of the bushes.

poor road conditions and thick enough fog make the seedling have to ride the motor slowly and carefully.

motor lights swept through the streets, something in front of them.

a thing bigger than a goat but smaller than a cow.

the longer the two get closer.Suddenly the object moves when the motor is only a few meters in front of him.

it turned out, the figure of a white-haired old granny with flaming eyes appeared before them.

without a piece of cloth on her body, the grandmother walked up and down like a spider.

seeing him, the aunt immediately stepped on the brake and the motor stopped.

"what's wrong, Mom?!" aunt said annoyed.

"there was someone" answered the mother.

"where's Mbak? I didn't see anything" Auntie replied.

the answer to the sister also made her mother confused.

"yes, he just crossed into the bush on the left" said the mother.

goosebumps hearing the words of the brother, aunty immediately hit the gas tight regardless of the condition of the road that night.

fortunately, both of them arrived at their parents' home.

"are you coming home tonight?!" said the grandmother who had been waiting for mother and aunt.

"uh uh? what time is it buk?"say aunt to grandma.

"lha look it's already 2pm" replied the grandmother.

"uhuh?!!" both were surprised.

mom told me about the road they took to get home that night.

"Well crazy! you guys through there? good to be home!"grandma says

"why so buk?"ask mother.

apparently, it is said that the road is known as "chile mountain" or small mountain.

that is, the road is a road through the hill whose left is a derivative or commonly called a small cheat.

obviously the path is rarely passed by people, even on certain days no one should pass. horrified again, it turns out that the road is often a motorcade of corpses!

the motorcade always appears from the end and disappears suddenly when approaching the intersection.

but he said anyway, close to want to pass should sound the horn to stop the grandmothers who want to cross.like what met his mother and aunt, guys.

in fact, he said there were often accidents, both mild to severe, all of which had happened there

on average, road users who can not control the vehicle.often also heard the sound of people muttering with a tone like praying alias komat-kamit.

duh, if you have heard that, the rider said he had to get off the track immediately.or not, yes his fate will be the same as other pesky road users..

heem, horrified also yes guys. if in your area, there is also no heck" haunted road"kayak story mantabsoull earlier?(((*)