The Horror Story
Empty Cupboard (Part 1)

What kind of story is this? My mind screamed.

My eyes widened in disbelief and my heart was beating strongly, like it wanted to jump from the chest cavity. In between the fingers and palms cold sweat seeped. At first I thought, when I agreed to hear the story of the empty closet myth, it would make me think more and more that the myth was ridiculous.

Bandung Bondowoso and Roro Jonggrang, who does not know about them? The love story clapped one hand which became a flashback to the making of prambanan temple. But everyone also knows, if prambanan temple is not made only overnight with the help of the jinn, but the construction of the largest temple complex in Indonesia was spearheaded by King Rakai Pikatan who at that time occupied the throne of the ancient mataram king. Which took so long, even had experienced obstacles that stopped the construction of the temple.

At first I thought the myth that had developed over two decades at the Kandat High School, the school I had just entered a week ago - Yes, I was a transfer student, a transfer student, just an old essay like the story of Roro Jonggrang and Bandung Bondowoso, but it turns out I was wrong. The events that set the background to the empty closet myth are real events. A real event that managed to take the life of a schoolgirl named Sekar.

In his story, Sekar is told to die hit by a closet when he was about to fill it with learning books. Undoubtedly, the newly ordered teak wood cabinets and very sturdy can be smeared and collapsed destroying the body of Sekar. And so stifling, that Sekar was not killed instantly, but three hours after his body was crushed by a closet. It was inconceivable how the girl had survived heavily on wounds all over her body until the next day was found lifeless by the school guards.

The day after the discovery of Sekar's corpse, the principal ordered the clerk to move the closet to the back shed. Starting from here strange events began to appear, cabinets that have moved locations, the next day found back to their original place. At first the school thought it was just a prankster act, and again gave the order for removal, but as before the empty closet returned to the same place.

The incident continued to repeat itself until the headmaster was furious and decided to exterminate it by arson. Liters of kerosene poured throughout the body of the closet to the inside, not allowing for a single piece of wood left. Unfortunately, the wood that has become ash, the ash that has been swept clean the next day is back intact like never eaten by fire.

When the arson procession was carried out, many witnesses said that they heard a soft cry rustling in their ears, ‘Please! Sakiits! Hard!’ continue over and over until the closet is charred to ashes.

My face shriveled as the person who was acting as the narrator, suddenly shouted indistinctly. “NAH, now go to the most exciting part?” linda spoke enthusiastically, her sitting position even more advanced, clapping my neck and her face almost bumping into my face. “Are you ready?”

I snorted in annoyance, then pushed linda's forehead with my index finger while talking. “Indeed what happens next?” right now, we're sitting on the back court, in sports lessons. But because the teacher who taught was not present, we were left free in the field. And this opportunity Iinda used to poke me with the empty closet myth story. Although at first I was lazy to hear the story, but the deeper I get the more curious. Linda then went back to telling me,

After the arson was deemed a failure, the school finally gave up and left the empty closet in its place, and made a firm ban on the closet, that no one should come near, that no one should approach, opening up or anything that could cause other odd occurrences to happen again.

Unfortunately, two years later, just when dies natalis SMU Kandat was held, the strange events repeated again. The incident that time, even to bring casualties, five students from the first year.

In the afternoon, when all the students were engrossed in the festive dilemma of dies natalis, there were five first-year students who valiantly did a guts test in an empty closet class. It seems like they are taking too little warning from the upperclassmen and trying out for themselves.

Right at five in the afternoon, the event that was supposed to be lively because of the shock of the local band suddenly turned gripping as soon as a loud scream sounded from the direction of the empty closet class. Everyone who was in the school area immediately looked for the source of the sound and found five students who did a test of guts during mass possession. The fifth state was so alarming, their bodies were full of blood and their uniforms were torn apart, as if they had just been hit by something. They also simultaneously keep repeating the word, ‘Please! Sakiits! Hard!’ with female voice. Finally the school called the elder or the nearest smart person, unfortunately, even when so many clever spirit people or whatever that possessed the five students could not be expelled until suddenly out of itself by bringing the five lives of the five students.

The incident certainly shook the entire school and the local area, after the incident many guardians pulled out their children to be moved to another school. Of course, it is indeed parents who have the heart to let their children learn in a place that could have threatened their lives. Even so, the school still provides the best for students who live, proving to people that they are not mistaken to send their students to this school. Until in the end the rumors that circulated began to thin and the school returned to its glory.

The incident, which took the lives of 5 first-year students, shows that empty closets are not messing around, and the school expressly prohibits anyone from approaching empty closets at five o'clock. Why five o'clock in the afternoon? Because sekar breathed his last right at that hour, and the five students who experienced possession also happened at five in the afternoon.

“Then, what class was it since it was named class XII MIPA 6?” very unlucky for me, a transfer student who turned out to be one of the occupants of an empty closet class.

Linda shrugged and replied in a light tone. “No. The school plan is always changing right, whether this class used to be named what. When I was first grade, this class was given to X Sosum 2 children, before this year switched to XII MIPA 6.”

I who wanted to ask again stopped, the change of lessons bell rang and we were led by the picket teacher to return to the classroom. Two hours of empty exercise lessons I spent just sitting around listening to an empty closet story, now my brain is brainwashed and only leaving me worried if I forget his abstinence. I took a deep breath, then exhaled it like it was the last air in my lungs. Perhaps, starting to compile an appeal to move me again is not a bad idea to deal with a disaster.

The bell came back ringing at exactly three in the afternoon, but since it was still necessary to follow the extra PMR I did not go straight home. And because today the extra schedule is P3K practice, it takes more time than usual. We, the PMR members, were finally able to go home when the sun was almost hiding behind the back of the mountain.

“Eh, wait a minute!” I stopped my steps, making the linda who went hand in hand also stop her steps.

“What's up?”

“It looks like my gym uniform is still in class. Wait yes, I want to take it first.” without waiting for the confirmation linda I immediately ran.

“Taken tomorrow can.” scream linda makes me turn my head while continuing to run and answer in the same loud tone.

“Cannot. Want me to wash immediately, afraid of sweat mold. Wait, yes!”

“Rin, tomorrow! It's five o'clock, Rin.”

Because I was running so fast I didn't hear Linda's words clearly.

“Duh, tired of running!” I complained, slowing down the running steps into the road because it was near the hallway of the MIPA department.

The school has been very quiet, of course because they have gone home and today there is only an extra PMR and everyone has gone home too. Maybe at this school there is only me, Linda and two school guards.

However, for some reason at every step I got closer to the XII MIPA 6 class my back was hot and my breath was heavy as well. Though the garden in this hallway is full of trees and flowers from the practice of MIPA children.

“Sick! Help u! It's hard!”

Exactly one step to the front door of class XII MIPA 6, my body sculpted and stiff. Rome fur along the neck until my calf stood up as the subtle sounds penetrated my eardrum.

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