The Ghost Of Death
Victim to 9

Raga swallowed her saliva in nervousness, she squinted her already pointed eyes. The dark room seemed to give a scary look to Raga, but she felt she had to go in there no matter what.

Raga tried to fight the fear that had already taken hold of her entire body, she felt that there was something terrifying inside. But her curiosity turned out to be stronger than her fear.

Raga's athletic body has now been completely engulfed by the darkness of the room, she keeps her legs up in a dimly lit room. Room that Leo's Ghost had found.

Raga began to read and browse through everything in the dimly lit room, ranging from photographs on the walls and on glass boards. The state of all those things was still the same as when Ghost Leo entered the room.

Raga pulled out her phone and photographed all of it from various angles.

"Remain you, Ga?" asked someone, Raga was silent for a moment and immediately turned her head.

"Akggggg!" raga shouted as he saw the figure reprimanding him, And that person is Mbah Sodik.

"What is all this?" tanya Mbah Sodik with a face look more shocked than Raga.

"Hustttt.... We have to go now Mbah!" raga said in a low tone.

"Sir Imanuel is a serial killer of the Blue Moon?" asked Mbah Sodik to Raga in a soft tone.

"I think so Mbah, we'd better get home!" invite Raga, cold sweat has now flowed on his forehead.

Fear must haunt the two men, how they are not afraid. Their existence now is in the lair of a ruthless serial killer.

With the remnants of courage and strength they gathered the two men were walking down a long hallway in the corridor to enter the library room.

"Where are you from?" asked Mr. Immanuel who was already standing at the end of the corridor side by side of the bookshelf.

"Wahhhhh, Mr Horace's lover?" asked Raga, she immediately grabbed an old book in front of her and pretended to be reading it. Raga tried to keep her voice from trembling in fear as she said.

"Horace was a Roman poet who was very honest with his thoughts, how I didn't like him!" said Mr. Immanuel, his flat bulenya face makes Raga and Mbah Sodik so trembling really.

Step expensive pantofel shoes Mr. Imanuel pounded alternately, the burly steps drew closer to Raga and Mbah Sodik, who were standing on their legs that were about to collapse from trembling in fear.

Dead, tortured, dead, tortured, dead, tortured, faithful the bang was like that in the ears of two humans of different skin colors and races.

"The ship's creature seems to have left this house, sir! He'll never come again!" mbah Sodik.

"Thank God!" the sigh of Immanuel who was already standing in front of the two men. Now only half a meter distance separates our antagonist and protagonist today.

"We're going home now, sorry to have unlicensedly checked your precious collection of books!" mbah Sodik.

"No papa, Raga looks to learn something because she has been looking at books on this shelf.!" said Mr. Immanuel his sunken eyes were looking towards Raga with a stern mocking look.

"We don't see much, really!" raga said he did not want Mr. Imanuel to suspect that he and Mbah Sodik had entered his secret room.

"Let's have lunch first!" said Mr. Immanuel.

"We have an appointment! We'll have lunch with Aura!" said Raga.

"All right!"

Mr. Immanuel could not have forced the two men to stay in his house, after the two men managed to get out of his house he immediately rushed into his secret room.

He researched every place of his belongings in his secret room, and Immanuel realized someone had touched his secret room as he left. He lost one of the photos on the wall. Of course Immanuel immediately guessed who had dared to come to the room without his permission. Raga and Mbah Sodik are the main suspects who managed to get into the charges of Immanuel's mind.

The sturdy man had changed into all black clothes, he planned to spy on the movements of Ragata and Mbah Sodik.

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"Raga! I think Mr. Immanuel knows not if we went in that room?" mbah Sodik's face was still filled with fear.

"Come on Mbah, may not." beg Raga on the Almighty, words are prayers, he said.

They had now arrived at the rented building occupied by Raga and Aura. Mbah Sodik reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a photo he took from the secret room of Mr. Immanuel.

"Wahhhhh, how cruel Mr. Immanuel is!" sigh Mbah Sodik while checking the photo in his hand.

But at once his hands trembled, as he saw a detail in the photo.

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Aura sat in a canteen chair, she was busy eating instant noodles in her cub. Next to Aura now sits Ghost Leo who is also eating the same noodles as Aura.

"I'm starving!" said Ghost Leo who eagerly ate the noodles in the cub.

"I'm sorry, I didn't give you food all this time" Aura said.

"How about we eat meat in the afternoon?!" ghost Leo's idea, he smiled grimacing towards Aura.

"Belom-belom I've been bankrupt. Om I'm a student and my family is poor Om!" clear Aura.

"Don't we just eat noodles that aren't healthy!" Leo's ghost seems to have a hobby of arguing.

"TK's kids understand that too Om!" sigh Aura.

"Gue cariin, is this Lu?" Utari immediately sat down next to Aura.

"What's wrong?" ask Aura.

"There's a class soon, don't you want to go to class?" ask Utari.

"No, I'm eating?!" asked Aura in an annoyed tone.

"Make care!"

Aura's phone on the table suddenly shook and a text message was written from Mbah Sodik, because the name of the Father was plastered when the postel screen was lit.

Back to the village, there is important business.

"What business is it?" ask Aura.

"What's wrong?" ask Utari.

"My father suddenly turned back." sighed Aura.

"Why?" tanya Utari wanted to know.

"She said there was an urgent matter, she definitely got a new follower." sighing Aura, she felt very calm once.

"Well, let's get to class!" utari said with a pushy tone.

Aura did not spend the noodles in her cub and followed the tiny hand pull of Utari. They walked towards the class jokingly full of joy.

The class that was supposed to be filled by Mr. Immanuel was filled by Ms. Hasnah, she said that Mr. Immanuel suddenly had business.

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Mbah Sodik was walking in limp, his barefooted feet were covered in blood. The misty rain whizzed down on his face, the wrinkled old face looked grimacing withstanding the pain.

There was no tara, the pain he was feeling right now. Gaping wounds on both of his calves that were still bleeding fresh blood were being hit with rain water stubs and he was forced to move.

Mbah Sodik must escape from that place, he must get away from the clutches of the Blue Moon serial killer.