Miki'S Scary Stories (Based On True Story)
That's... Wh who?

I had just arrived home, and rushed into the room on the second floor to put down the bag and change the uniform with a more casual dress.

The fatigue that dominates due to the dense learning activities today at school makes me want to immediately lay the body on the mattress. I ignored the azan zuhur who reverberated and chose to close both eyes, hoping to eliminate fatigue by taking a nap.

"Miki, pray Zuhur first if you want to sleep," said Mama who was on the first floor, the living room. Hearing his voice certainly thwarted my efforts to sleep. I groaned with annoyance while stretching the body until finally forced to rise from a lying position.

"Yes, Ma. This is salat. " I answered without enthusiasm and moved towards the bathroom.

Finished washing the entire limb according to the instructions of the ablution, I went out to return to the room.

When my steps reached the doorway, the tail of my left eye seemed to catch an unnatural figure and of course I did not know. I hurriedly turned to make sure my vision was not wrong. It turned out that there was a male figure standing behind me on the balcony terrace near my room, which was also commonly used to dry clothes.

I watched closely without daring to approach, because even though the figure was in the back position, I knew he was not a class of humans. His body looks transparent wrapped in a white robe that at the end of the bottom hangs a few inches above the tiles of my house. Both of his legs I can't see. On his head is also attached neatly wrapped turban colored in line with his robe. His appearance was similar to a cleric.

Then as if realizing it was being noticed, the figure slowly turned its head. When he turned to face me completely, I saw him clutching a long brown stick. It seems to have been deliberately used to prop up and help him move.

His skin was pure white, decorated with whiskers that grew fused with his beard which was already completely white. The figure smiled with the look of his eyes that seemed to calm the heart for anyone who looked at him.

"Tools." So slow and soft his voice, until finally he suddenly darted then disappeared from my view.

After that figure, I'm still glued. Wondering inwardly about the presence of such a magical figure. Of the many sightings that have appeared in this house, the figure is very different. He was not creepy, just his gaze and smile seemed to spread calmness in my mind. Who is that figure really? Where'd he come from? Is he one of the waiters from my house? So many questions came to my mind.

My ability to see and hear occult things began when this house was built into two floors. I don't know what the trigger is, but suddenly there are a lot of occult disturbances that I accept. Surprisingly again, only I experienced it in this house.

Every time I tell my parents about the experiences of the disturbances and the sightings I have had, they always say that all of it is just a hallucination or it could be that at that time I was in a position not focused so as to assume everything that happened is related to a scary thing. For this reason, I now choose silence. Survive all the distractions and creepy sightings that still happen often. Gradually I was getting used to controlling fear when I saw the invisible 'They.

"Miki, have you prayed yet? Do not like procrastination, if you have prayers it will be calm if you want to sleep." Again, my voice broke my focus. Without giving an answer, I immediately went into the room and held a prayer mat. I put up a mukena, and began to read Zuhur's prayer intention.

"Who is that clerical-looking figure? Is he also one of the house's waiters? I've never seen her, her gaze and smile are so soothing. It would be great if it turned out that he was also a resident of this house." I closed my eyes and began to dissolve in a barrage of remembrance, praising the Khalik.

"Nobody, son."

Instantly I stopped thinking for a moment hearing a subtle sound entering both ears. "Then, what was the reason the figure appeared?" I spontaneously asked a question. I don't know what reason I'm so bold as to ask you a question, but my heart is very confident that I will receive an answer from that mysterious voice.

"He just stopped by, don't think too much. "

"Just drop by? So, he's not one of my house's residents. Then, where did that figure actually disappear to?" I who was still curious chose to continue the inner conversation even though I did not know the appearance of the owner of the voice.

Silent. The answer did not come as soon as before. Has the owner of the voice gone? Did I ask too many questions that she really shouldn't answer? I looked to the right and left, to the top. I hope that voice is heard again.

"He wants to perform his worship. The holy land of Mecca."

My heart was so happy when I heard that mysterious voice come back. Plus the amazement when knowing the white glamorous figure is a Muslim genie who wants to worship directly to Makkah. A place that is a dream for all Muslims, including me.

"Waaah, how long can he reach that place?" My curiosity is getting bigger. "Is he flying? He disappeared very quickly."

"Faster than flying with an iron bird. In just the blink of an eye, as fast as a flash of light struck the earth ground, he was able to arrive at that sacred place."

I shook my head and was amazed to hear the answer to the mysterious voice. I also want to be able to be like that, can easily reach the holy land of Makkah without having to save and wait for decades to be able to fly to Mecca, around the place of the Kaaba, smell the stone of the aswad, he said, throwing a pilgrimage, experiencing a trip to Medina, to make a pilgrimage to the tomb of Prophet Muhammad and his family and friends.

I let out a long sigh, relieved that all my questions had been answered. I continued the chant of remembrance that paused, then offered a prayer to Allah Swt. so that I and my parents were also given the opportunity to go on Hajj by Him. Aamiins.

...-Part I Finish-...