The Horror Story
We, Who Go Home

In the dark of the night, a sudden lightning bolt struck right next to me,

Iidmarrr!!!.

I was shocked to death, I suddenly felt a chill run down my body.I stopped my motorcycle, considering the route I used to go and now it's different I decided to stop.

Then suddenly someone came up to me,

A burly old man wearing no clothes, just a long pants barefoot wearing a blangcon with a face that always grimaces like holding back pain.

In a language I could understand he said, his voice a little whispering and hissing but it was clear what he was saying to me,

“It's night, where are you going? This is not a place for people like you”, he said, in fine Javanese

I tried to answer in fine Javanese “Please excuse me sir, I want to go home, but I strayed”

He looked at me sharply, I shuddered.

In my horror, I realized that there was a peculiar smell of puffiness, and a slight touch of jasmine, cantile or the like

I got more and more goosebumps, my arm held by that guy,

“Go home, this place is not your place ”

I didn't answer, I tried to calm down despite being so scared, my body was shaking.

“If you get lost, remember that you only have faith, choose wisely ”

The old man continued.

The old man took off his hand and left me, half conscious when the old man stepped foot, all I heard was the footsteps of a horse, yes! When he stepped I heard like the sound of four legs walking with the same beat when the horse was walking.

I looked up, it was a bit strange indeed, although this dark felt like the light of the moon, but there was no moon shining, neither did I find any stars.

In the dark drizzle flushed, flushing me in the light of the moon.

The motorcycle ignited, dear my motorcycle that was previously not healthy is now arguably dying. This old, jammed, and kind of jerk can't work with.

Then, as soon as my shoulder was patted by someone, I was shocked and jolted.

I turned my body, I saw someone behind me. A woman, smiling, yet strangely smiling, on her right forehead was flowing blood that still flowed until it touched her lips, the woman smelled of rancor, her clothes were not like today's clothes, it was traditional Javanese clothing complete with a bun on the head and green kebaya and his eyes, his eyes always glaring but never looked at me

My body was stiff, dumb and could do nothing.

Women glare while braking,

Then in the rough Javanese language I can understand him making a voice with a bit of shouting

I saw his face, his eyes always glaring but never looked at me, as if he was looking the other way, smiling yet strange

I shuddered, held my breath, I couldn't answer that question.

You, you take me home now” he said very loudly,

I still didn't answer, my fear was too tight for my body

“You, you know you can come here now take me home” the woman is still screaming and still not looking at me.

Then the woman's hand held my shoulder, the one in front of her almost fainted unconscious.

“You, you don't deserve..”

He did not continue his words, only squeezing my shoulders very tightly and then taking them off violently like pulling my shoulders.

Almost fell I made it.

I didn't say anything, silent and scared.

Now with a face that was suddenly a little frightened and eyes still glaring at the woman backwards still looking at the same object whether I don't understand it either, she walked backwards, in the dark and drizzling, he said, the woman walked back straight, far away and could not see the woman again.

I wiped away the sweat, my body was still shaking, my eyes were red, maybe I was crying but the rain made my cry invisible.

Aware of the terrible things that happened, I said the name of God and prayed as I could, many prayers that I said.

I looked up, I felt the atmosphere of the earth moving very fast, then I heard the cock crowing signifies the morning has arrived, then I heard someone chanting Adhan, a voice that I let out and then twitched, like watering in the heat of a fire, in a moment I felt freedom, gratitude and happiness.

The old motorbike I swore and riddled with without me holding on suddenly came to life just like that,

I didn't take long, I decided to go home,

I was one step away from home, but I felt that the shoulder that the woman was squeezing was now very heavy, like holding something that I didn't understand either, I still didn't care, all I thought about was going home

When entering the house, suddenly

Bruck…

So heavy was the burden on my shoulders, I fell, unconscious.

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