The Horror Story
Ghost Seller Sate Around

Dark silent night, precisely at night jum’at kliwon. I walked alone through the deserted village streets. I just got back from my friend's house in the next village. I was walking around enjoying the beautiful atmosphere of the night. The stars shining brightly in the night sky replaced the street lights that had been extinguished. It also saw the door of the house that was closed.

While walking leisurely enjoying the atmosphere of the night, I saw from a distance a traveling satay vendor sitting under a large banyan tree.

“What did that seller do? Now it is very late,” muttered me while walking towards the seller.

A moment later, the seller looked at me with a faint smile carrying a satay fan. Either because of my hard footsteps or anything else that he looked at me.

“Mas monggo pinarak,” said the satay seller.

“Iya Pak.”

“You buy satay how many skewers Mas?”

“fifteen stabs only Sir.”

“Iya Mas, monggo sit first.”

I immediately sat down on a wooden chair provided by the seller. The chair looks fragile and worn. When I sat in that chair, I felt something strange, I felt negative things around me. But I don't care about that. A moment later, the seller took fifteen skewers and burned them on a pile of charcoal.

“Pak, why are you still here?” I just melt the atmosphere.

“My hand is still a lot Mas.”

“But now it's night sir, the streets are also quiet.”

“Iya want how else Mas.”

“What father is not afraid to be alone here?”

“Not at all Mas, already used to me here.”

“This place is also quiet Mr.”

“I usually sell here Mas. I've often seen memedi.”

“Hah... Memedi?”

“Iya Mas, This Tree Waiter.”

“Loh indeed this tree there memedia Pak?”

“There Mas.”

“Emang You've seen what?”

“Bapak-apak bring fan sate.”

“Waduh... Angker also yes this banyan tree.”.

“lya Mas, a few days ago there was a father-father victim of the fall from this tree.”

“Means all villagers already know the incident yes Sir?”

“Some of them know, some do not. But no one knows.”

“Haa.. Means the body of the father is still around this tree Sir?”

“Iya Mas.”

“Bapak-bak sate fan is what about Pak characteristics? You also bring sate.” fan

Then the seller was silent mute without a word like he did not want to answer my question. His gaze was only Focus on looking at satay while flipping through it.

A few minutes later, I smelled a bad smell from the salesman. Is Satenya a scourge? The question that came to my mind. My hair started to stand up. But when I stood looking at that satay, it was still pale white like it had not burned in the slightest.

The night is getting late. Approximately hours have shown at 10:00 WIB. I also started to get sleepy. After a while, the Sate Seller called out to me.

“Mas Satenya Already,” Said the Seller while giving a black parcel to me.

“How Much Sir?”

“Seventeen thousand only Mas..”

“This Sir.”

When on the way, Sate who was in the black package I carried more and more felt lighter like a leaf. I started to get suspicious about the contents of that satay. I opened it too. When I opened it, I was surprised not to play. It turned out that the contents were not satay but dry leaves and small sets. I spontaneously dropped it.

I'm getting confused about it. And when I looked back, I didn't see the satay seller anymore. I don't want to be surprised by the incident. My body is shaking no crap. I can't believe I'm sitting under a banyan tree waiting for something useless. My time is wasted. Indeed from the beginning my premonition was not good with the seller.

Then I ran away from that place. I ran without looking around me. My eyes are focused only on the front. The quiet atmosphere of the night turned into a creepy night. This is the first time I feel this.

When I got to the front gate, my mother was waiting for me in the front seat while sitting sweetly.

“From wherever le.. It is malem kok klujuran,” said my mother.

“Sorry mom, I met the ghost of the fathers of mom,” I replied while trembling in fear.

“Huh... You are there only.”

“Serious ma'am, it was in the banyan tree there was the ghost of the father of the seller sate.”

“Yaudah it's up to you, the footwashing hunts keep going to your room! it's late tonight.”

“Ya bu.”

I immediately went into the house and immediately did as my mother had ordered. And after that, I went to my room and locked the door tightly. I slept under the blanket and thought back to what happened. I didn't think that the satay salesman I met was a ghost. I try to forget everything. I wish you a beautiful dream.

After a while, there was a knock on my doorstep.I didn't dare open it, because I thought it was a ghost I met under a banyan tree. The beats get harder and harder. I could only hide under the covers while sweating coldly.

A few minutes later the sound of the knocking disappeared. But I felt the air in my room was cold. Somehow the air in my room was cold, even though my room was closed. But when I opened my blanket. Once again I was made a shock instead of playing, now I was right under the banyan tree that I had met earlier. I thought it was a dream, but when I pinched my arm, it hurt. I'm getting confused about it.

My mind was mixed into one between confusion, anxiety and fear. I just sat there silent. My body is shaking no crap. From a long distance saw the ghost of a traveling satay seller I met earlier come to me while carrying a satay fan. He walked slowly while smiling faintly at me. His eyes were red as blood. The closer the ghost gets, the faster my heart beats. The seller's face was covered in cuts.

“What do you really want?” I was scared sitting under that banyan tree.

“Bury my Body,” Answer the ghost.

“Ma... ma... means?”

“Bury my body.”

“Where's your body?” I said while frightened.

The ghost of the traveling satay seller then kept silent while pointing towards the banyan tree that was behind me. Then I got more confused about it. When I blinked, the ghost of the seller disappeared in an instant without a trace.

Then I went to the banyan tree. And sure enough, there was a corpse covered by dried banana leaves. My eyes glared at the corpse. I screamed in shock.

“Tolongg.. plsg...” Shouted loudly.

Shortly thereafter came two gentlemen who were patrolling the night. They are named Mr. Yadi and Mr. Doni.

“What's up, son? Malem-malem kok yelling,” said Mr. Yadi.

“Pak behind the dried banana leaves there is a corpse,” I replied while shaking.

“Hem... Serious you.”

“Iya sir seriously..”

“Try check first Mr. Yadi, maybe true said this child,” said pak Doni.

Mr. Yadi and Mr. Doni immediately checked it. When they open it. Sure enough, they were shocked by the corpse that was already lying rotting.

“Astaghfirullah thing adzim,” said Mr. Yadi and pak Doni it together.

“Pak Yadi, cepet contact police!” said mr. Doni.

Mr. Yadi immediately called the police and explained the TKP.

The night is getting late. Approximately hours have shown at 23:30 WIB. The three of us could only be silent and wait for the police to arrive. After a few minutes, Mr. Yadi told me to go home because the night was very late. I'll be home from that place soon.

When I was walking, I saw several police cars driving towards the scene of the crime, I was relieved of that. From a distance, precisely under the dead street lights, the ghost of the traveling satay seller while holding a satay fan was waving his hand while smiling at me. I'm happy about that, too. I smiled at him thinly. And finally the ghost disappeared in an instant. I immediately went home and told my mother all of this.

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