The Horror Story
Mobile Phone Ringing

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That sound. Somehow but able to keep myself awake. While I was drowsy, I went from my soft bed to the toilet in my room. To wash your face to make it fresher.

I don't know how many times - maybe 10 times - I woke up just because of the ringing sound of a cell phone. It was indeed from my phone but, I'm sure there is no one who is less employed to contact other people in the early hours of this day.

At that time, the first time I heard a cell phone ring and received a call in the early hours like this was just a gust of wind. Strangely the sound of the wind is able to make the feathers goosebumps. Even stranger, the number that called me - called me - was my own. The old number. How did that happen? Thinking about it makes me dizzy.

After washing my face, I went back to lying in bed. He closed his eyes, but could not. Maybe because I washed my face. My insomni came again. Then what am I supposed to do? Ah ... read. I can finish the horror novel I bought yesterday afternoon.

Tomorrow …

“You sick?”

I shook my head slowly. “I gapapa Bu.” I replied while trying to expel the dizziness that attacked.

“I just sleep less.” I'm trying to convince this homeroom teacher of mine. Yesterday, I didn't sleep until the sun came up from the east. I was too immersed in the novel I read.

“Your face is pale. Mom let you into the health room.” I finally nodded my head. Okay, maybe I can sleep a little.

After all, today's lesson was only to make up for yesterday's test. Those who do not get paid can go out of class, whatever they want to go to the cafeteria or to another place. Most importantly, don't go home. Remedies are required to be in class, re-examining. I was one of the first options people who didn't follow the remidi.

Arriving at the health room, I lay down on the bed. Though a little creepy considering I'm alone here. I open the phone screen then click the apk that says ‘telepon’.

Struggled when no phone records from anyone. I frowned. Pinching arm hand. Grimaced. It means it's not a dream. Then how could there be no phone history or call history?

“Argh ..”

Unknowingly I groaned and it made the person who might pass through the infirmary open the door where I was. “You gapapa?” Ask the guy.

I didn't answer. The student who asked looked clumsy. “You can rest. I'm on picket here. Can I make tea?” Bargainly.

I'm shaking. “Engga need to bother. I just need a little sleep.” My words lengthen the sentence so that the students in front of me are not so clumsy.

“Good. Happy break.”

That was the last thing I heard before I flew to the island of dreams.

I blinked, adjusting to the light beam. Spreading my eyes, realizing I was in my room. Why would I be here?

“Udah wake up?”

I looked at the source of the voice. “Kak Jo?” Brother Jo walked over, looking at me flatly.

“Why did you fall asleep in that health room? Not afraid to be alone there?”

“So I'm a bit dizzy keep permission to rest there.” My answer. “When is Brother here?” Tanyaku later. Brother Jo is my only brother. He was busy working while in college at his own expense.

Brother Jo thrusting a glass of water, I received it. My throat was dry after sleeping.

“When Brother contact me?”

“Jam 3 am.”

I'm choking. “Uhuk ... uhuk .. Sister says what?” I looked at Brother Jo with a look of horror. “So that from yesterday terror call me Brother?” Manya make sure.

Brother Jo nodded, “So I will change the number again. Brother has chatted you on all your social media but is not active. How long do you hold your phone?”

I'm speechless. Indeed after the 3rd call I turned off the phone data. But still, someone contacted me.

“Sister use my old card?”

Brother Jo shook his head, “ngapain? Brother buy new card.”

The deg! So who called me?

“Kakak not calling you at that hour because only at that hour the activity of the brother has been completed. Stay break.” Brother Jo looks at me in wonder. “Dek, your old card is already burned. Time Brother again burn the trash. You forgot?”

Brother Jo's words were right, I just remembered my old card had been thrown into the fire.

“Wait, you said phone terror?” Ask Brother Jo.

I nodded, “I have been able to call many times from my old number. At the same time, at 3 a.m. After the 3rd phone I never activated my phone data. This morning, I got another call. Insomniaku relapsed, I became permission to sleep in the health room because of dizziness.” My story is long and wide. I got closer to Brother Jo's body when I suddenly felt scared.

“Kak, what time is it?”

“Jam 3 am.”

Gluey! With great difficulty I swallowed. “Kak pon–” My speech was cut off by the distinctive sound of a rectangular shaped object that was on the study table.

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I'm sure my face paled while Brother Jo was sweating coldly. “Kak Jo?” I called out my brother's name with a voice full of fear.

“My phone is matiin Sis. How can anyone call?”

Brother Jo shakes his head, “sleep now.”

I according to, break down. “Soak my temenin, I'm afraid.” My pet's scared. Brother Jo fulfilled my request. “Stt .. gapapa. Still dark. Sleep Deck.”

I sighed, closing myself to my brother's body. Closing eyes. Slowly, I fell asleep with the still faithful ringing of the phone. To be a sleep song for us, me and Brother Jo.

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