Miki'S Scary Stories (Based On True Story)
Campus Secret

Graduating from high school, both my parents asked that I continue my education to the college level. Initially, I balked at their wishes for failing to pass the SBMPTN exam so I thought being a worker was the best choice.

The reason I insisted on wanting to work was because I no longer wanted to burden them for my education. However, both of my parents still want me to continue college compared to work because they think if I already know money then the desire to go to college will be reduced or none at all.

Because of that difference of opinion, I had a big fight with both my parents. I still feel bad if I have to continue studying at a private campus at a cost from them so choose to work first. But in the end, I was the one who had to give up. Both of my parents still forced me to enroll in one of the leading private universities in Jakarta.

The dispute does not stop there. My parents and I fought again in terms of determining the direction I was going to take. I feel that choosing a major must be really from the heart, different views with both parents who want me to major in management or accounting because it promises a better future, especially in terms of job opportunities.

For the affairs of the majors, this time I was firm and did not want to be arranged for any reason. Knowing I would spend 4 years at a great cost, made me think I should be careful in choosing a major. I do not want to obey the wishes of others will make me stop in the middle of the road because I feel compelled. Therefore, I firmly chose the English Literature major.

The reason I took that major was only one. I really like English lessons. When reading the profile of the department in the catalog given by my parents, my heart was turbulent, feeling so interested and determined to have a degree from the department. Realizing that my decision could no longer be contested, both my parents resigned to let me enroll in the English Literature major.

2 Months later, I started to do classes. From ospek activities to finally officially learn one by one material in the first semester. My activities still feel good. New friends I got, even I already have two close friends who always go and do chores together.

Until one day, my sensitivity returned. A few weeks into campus activities, I began to feel the presence of other creatures in every corner of the campus building.

One night, I went back to experiencing the astral projection event and the place I visited this time was my own campus. On the way that night, I walked through the glass door of building 4. The building that I regularly study in. The atmosphere of the room looks darker, because the main hallway lights facing the secretariat office have been turned off and only leave small white lights in the hallway containing classes that are usually students and students & student majoring in English Literature.

Like someone directing, my steps moved towards the stairs that lead to the 3rd floor. It turned out that the floor was worse dark atmosphere than the previous floor. Plus for the passageway that contains classes for residents of electrical engineering majors only use small yellow lights. Making the atmosphere feel increasingly gripping and cause a sense of anxiety. My body floated moving without being ordered and entered that part of the passageway. My eyes were staring one by one at the tightly closed door. No activity is heard, indicating that no occupants are using the rooms.

When I was in the middle of the hall, my heart seemed to signal someone was watching from behind. I was silent for quite a while while bracing myself before confirming the warning coming. The danger signal felt stronger as if something behind me was now moving closer. Then, I ventured to turn my head towards the back. There was nothing in front of me, but not the top....

Something seemed to be floating and just a short distance away from my hand. It was a creature in a white dress with a face completely covered with long, messy black hair. The figure was sculpting, like I was waiting for the reaction I was about to let out. I suddenly moved backwards, unfortunately the figure actually moved forward. The more I accelerated the movement to get away, the more the figure did the same. The difference is, he's getting closer to my position.

I, who was starting to get scared, finally chose to leave as quickly and as far away from the figure as possible. Then I arrived at the toilet, where in front of the toilet there were still stairs leading to the next floor and the previous floor. If I take the stairs to the lower floor, then I will arrive at the floor of my direction. If I take the stairs to the next floor, I will enter the general administration section of the campus and the hallway contains classes for residents majoring in Korean.

I paused for a moment when I saw that the figure who was following me was no longer going to my place, but entering the female toilet. My instincts signal that the figure might be living in there. Feeling not wanting to know more about the truth or not of my instinct, I chose to immediately go down the stairs that will take me to the back of building 4.

I initially thought that by returning to the previous floor, the situation would be better but it was not...

I stood looking around when I found the back door open, revealing a line of other small buildings that students used to organize. What makes me look at is not the atmosphere of the building there, but the appearance of rows of pocongs who are now standing, looking at me with two empty eyes without eyeballs, and not the eyes, and wiggling left and right. The fabric used looks so dirty with patches, whether blood or grave soil that dries.

I tried to move the body back into the hallway, intending to exit through the main door. While continuing to move, occasionally my head turned back to make sure the row of pocongs did not follow me. Luckily, they were still in place and still swayed slowly to the left and right.

My body went back through the glass door, then moved towards the mosque area which is located close to the motor park of the students. I'm moving there still not of my own accord. It was as if something unseen was guiding me and wanted me to know the situation and conditions of the place I had come.

My body stopped in front of a large mahogany tree. Under the tree, again I found a woman in a white dress that was long enough to cover her two legs. The figure was crying sobbing and heart-wrenching. I wanted to ask her why I cried like that, but I realized what I was asking was not human. And it could be that the figure is a ghost who used to jail by crying like that. Not only one apparently, there is still one more woman who is sitting on top of another mahogany tree, which is located not far from the woman who is still crying. The difference is, the woman is being giggled.

*"They all you see right now are some of the campus residents who are jailing. There are many other types, especially in the basement. Therefore, be careful. Because some of them, some are preserved and so dangerous that they can plunge you into evil deeds." *AGain I heard a mysterious voice with no face. *"...now, the journey is done.it's time for you to go home." *

After listening to the words that felt like those commands, my body felt like it was being sucked firmly. My surroundings turned dark and silent.

"Ki... Miki.." a familiar voice entered both my ears and my head. My hands and body felt shaken by someone. "Wake up, Ki. is dawn. Salad, later if you want to sleep again, nothing."

As much as I could open my eyes.

Once able to wake up, I found the figure of Mama was standing next to me and kept trying to wake me up.

"Are you in class in the morning or in the afternoon?" ask again.

"Morning, Ma. at 9 but." I replied in a raucous voice.

"Yes, pray at dawn first. If you want to go back to sleep, whatever."

"Yeah." Yeah." Mom went out of the room. I began to stretch and stretch the body that felt very sore.

I rubbed my face rough with both hands, then immediately went to the bathroom to take wudu.

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At 11:30 pm, my first class was over. I and my two best friends switched to the cafeteria for lunch before the next class started. Nira and Dian are their names. As soon as the food order came, each of us ate it.

"Eh, guys... I'm quite haunted by our campus building, you know." Dian opened the conversation.

"Who said?" tanya Nira, who from her attitude shows not really care about Dian's story. He seemed to be busy with his food and HP.

"Yesterday afternoon, I had a chance to hang out with the children from class A in the front hall of the secretariat office. You guys are home. Said one of them who heard the rumors from senior, he said building 4 is quite horror. Especially the floor above us."

"Which floor? 3 Floor?" my many.

Dian answered with a nod."

"Why, then, do you say horror?" I asked again, while eating the kuah java noodles I ordered.

"He said, it used to be quite often the student suddenly tripped fit again in the bathroom on the 3rd floor." replied Dian, "...some have even jedotin his own head to the glass in the toilet. Reportedly, those who like to grumble are women. The figure does not like if there are students who linger or like to be noisy." he continued.

"Kok that, dah.it's kind of envious and never invited noisy as possible, yes. Very sensitive." Nira commented.

"It can be." I said.

"Yes, the story is, anyway. That's it, not there, guys, there's another scary figure. One of the children in class A story that fit the beginning of the list to this campus will invite his sister who quite understand the ghosts. He said he saw a female figure like to sit under or sway in the mahogany trees near the mosque" said Dian.

"Tumben yes, there is a ghost who has a house near the mosque. Not feeling the heat of the azan." said Nira who had finished finishing his meal. I suddenly spouted a little food in my mouth into the bowl because it felt funny to also hear Nira's speech.

"The ghost is Muslim too, perhaps. So, it is not too hot if the azan roars." I said while wiping my mouth with tissue. Dian had also laughed gigglingly hearing Nira's words.

"Partially well, why the hell discuss that. Kayak era is still a school, like to be told horror rumors about school buildings. The former hospital, the cemetery, there is mister gepenglah, until the nurse ngesot. Every place must have its magical inhabitants. Importantly, they are not nongol directly in front of the eyes, yes have ignored it" said Nira. I give a nod in agreement.

"Yes yes, anyway... But, like the thrill of horror rumors like that."

"Gue is not brave, yes, I'm actually afraid if I've heard rumors like that. Fear of kebawa parno if for example alone again continue to the places that you call earlier. Therefore, it does not need to be mentioned if you hear rumors like that. If I'm parno, you both have to take responsibility" said Nira.

"Lha, me too? I didn't tell you.." I said.

"Yes, you're my closest friends. It has to be a package. So don't talk about it, ah. Males." pinta Nira.

Dian laughed at Nira's true confession, "Yes-yes, bye. Gk the stories are like that again, how about we talk about senior handsome only. Who knows first semester students can be the same as seniors." He chuckles back.

"If that's what I like." Nira agrees.

I laughed along with the submission of a new topic from Dian, "Boljug. There are senior recommendations that are easy to get hold of, right? Pretty you know, make the task or fill KRS."

"There's..." Dian continued the information he got.

Nira listened carefully, as well as to myself. Although actually secretly had time to shudder in horror because it turned out my trip last night and met supernatural figures on campus as if proven the truth with rumors told by Dian. True or not. wallahu a'lam bishawab.

                          - Part Eleven Done-Done

*Boljug \= Also Available