The Setra Backhouse
CHAPTER 01. INTRODUCE US ARE PAINO AND SUMADI

My name is Paino, I'm a book writer and also a writer on a novel application about horror stories.

But the horror stories or stories that I wrote based on research and investigation first. Not the origin of the comot there comot here without any evidence.

Usually the place of horror I get through information from residents and people who are in the area there is a terrible place.

Before I wrestled with the world of writing, I used to be an employee at a government-owned Bank, my position used to be quite good, I was the head of the Unit.

But I don't know because of my passionate flirting about the world from another dimension, and the writing world caused me to sacrifice my job at that bank.

I always travel to remote areas to find information related to buildings or occupancy or areas or anything that according to local belief is a place that medeni.

I am not alone, I am always with my friend Sumadi who is also morbidly leaving his job as a marketing manager at a freight forwarding company to be my partner in making a novel.

We both have an office that can not be said to be an office, because of its small size. Anyway that place I can say an office because that's where I write and look for data about places we can prospect.

Sumadi and I only rely on the internet network to browse, socialize the media, and find good places.

From that data we will explore first. And if later it's fixed aka A1 we both slide to the place we are headed.

We have quite complete social media, and in our social media people can share horrible places.

On social media we always put our email address, so if someone is serious about telling us where the place is terrible, you can continue in the email.

In addition to using Email, we also receive inboxes on social media, but to be more serious then use email only.

As an example today Sumadi got an email from someone we did not know.in the email it is said there is a place or inn that is terrible and always takes the lives of people who stay there.

“Koen percoyo (you trust) information from that email In?”

“Hahaha wis akeh (already many) sing kayak gini No, they ask for compensation, later after we go there njeketek house that is still occupied hihi”

“Iyo su. tiwas we out the cost to research there, njeketek houses that still have residents hahah”

Indeed, many people who send emails or inboxes to our social media, but of course all we have to research first, so that the events we have experienced about false information do not recur.

Because we always give notes on our social media, if the place really fits our criteria, then we will give rewards to those who provide information.

I want to tell you a little bit about the experience of false information….…

Once, there was an email in, in the email it was explained there was a house on the edge of the forest that was haunted, the email was accompanied by proof of photographs as well.

We were intrigued and finally replied to an email before we showed you our wa number.

The information is so detailed with photos in the morning, afternoon, night…

Infonya there are often found victims without clothes at all, there is even a photo of a man on his back with his eyes closed in a state of bhugil.

Then there was also a recording of a female scream at midnight.

This info certainly caught our attention. We tried to browse the place, it turns out that the place has not been covered by Google which means that if we go there, we are the first party who will tell about the awesomeness of the place.

When we are sure, we go there. Though the location of the forest is far from where we live, about eight to nine hours drive by car.

But out of curiosity we finally set out as well.

Our custom, before we give money to the informer we will pass through the place three times along with the informer, morning, noon, and midnight.

We only look at it from a distance, because if we are close later when we carry out the execution.When it is in accordance with expectations, then he will give us the reward for the info.

After that, we will both execute. The information provider does not need to interfere anymore than to damage the atmosphere.

The night after all our preparations were done, we headed there…

An empty house, about twenty meters into the forest. An empty house that was built for nothing on the edge of this famous haunted forest.

From the main street pantura enter the small street ten minutes, then enter about twenty meters from the side of the small road.

By midnight, our car was not far from the road.

At that time we brought a very sensitive voice recorder, a small handycam with three spare batteries that can be used for more than 24 hours, spotlights if needed, and if needed, one command knife to cut a twig or whatever, and two very bright police flashlights

We calmly and of course deg deg an headed to the intended location..

It was quite quiet at the time.. A fairly large permanent old house, the fence of the house was of a fairly high wall, about two meters, so obviously there was no way we had to jump over the fence.

Outside there is a gate that is always closed. It's either morning, noon, or night. So we had to go through that gate to get inside the house.

And according to the informer the gate was never locked, and it was easy to open and close.

But before we go inside, we turn the house first, to see all the possibilities that might happen. When we turned around the house which may be 200 square meters, I had several times to hear the sound of screams and giggling women.

It also had goosebumps. But yes we are finally sure we will open the veil of the haunted house.

After studying the outside of the house and believing that there was nothing, we finally decided to enter the fence

The atmosphere was pitch black, Sumadi turned on his flashlight, while I tried to open the gate of the house…

We're already inside.. The smell of cheap fragrance oil smelled faintly on our noses, until here I had doubts, so did Sumadi.

I whispered to Sumadi. In, mosok there satan wangine balloon oil pack (wetees) carriages sepur Njagir?..... To know in the past that around the jagir surabaya there are unused train freight cars, and sometimes used for tendering transactions.

But because we are here, yes we continue to push back. We first followed the spacious courtyard of the house, until we then got closer in the main house…

Inside the house it was pitch-black, but sometimes I still heard the sound of suspicious yelling, the screams getting clearer here, and I was no stranger to it.

When we got close to the porch suddenly from the inside of the house there was a voice more terrible than the devil wherever I was, a voice I was most afraid of..

“Mas... stop by mas.... yuk we exchange sweat mas, I can satisfy you with emutan nine flavors you know mas..”.

The sound of slashing and woodiness.bantji sound is usually cramping, not a beautiful salon bantji!

Well from that incident we were of course fooled, the house was a prostitution place for bantji-banjti models of yellow flower graves in Surabaya.

Starting from that, we are more selective in choosing a place for heheheh exploration.

In addition to searching for information, we also use social media to provoke curiosity and interest of readers about our story, of course we never tell in detail our story on our social media.

Of course with the aim that books published by independent publishers can sell well, and the Novel application will be read as well.. Business is business.