The Horror Story
Forbidden Accounts

Friday night’at this for me spooky sky level to seven. Want to know what horror is? Turn off the lights, that's a horror! Damnit damnit! Only rented my house the lights off. It must be because of the electricity bill. Be fat! I can only internetan 2 hours, the rest I do not know anymore what to do. My sohib? I have sohib in this house 2 people. One person is very doubtful (the same as me), his name is Rehan, and the other person is really like sleeping. Name's Gerald. Definitely, what is he doing tonight? Sleep on!

In the corner of my bedroom door, there was a huge black shadow. At first I was normal because I knew it must be Rehan. But the shadow is not what it used to be. If it's Rehan's shadow, he must have gone. This shadow does not move at all. Busset..is it a shadow or a statue anyway? because I was brave (sook), I approached the mysterious shadow. One step okay. Two steady steps. And until I got closer to my room door, “haaaaa” I shouted startlingly at the shadow. You idiot! That's a lot, why I'm teriaki. Surprisingly, the shadow was not surprised at all, well yes it was just a shadow of people. Wait a minute.. person? Where is the man. I've been researching around the shadows, just nothing! There is no one or anyone. My heart starts pumping faster. Quick...God give me an extra heart! When I turn around, not playing kuntilanak is in front of me at this time.

“bujubuneng!” I shouted spontaneously. Kuntilanak just chuckled at my fear. Real suck! “lo scared right, Bay?” busset, it turns out the kuntilanak is Rehan. Thankfully I did not kill him.

“suek lo! I'm surprised, not scared!. How about wearing that white robe, want a lecture lo?”

Rehan laughed out loud. What's so funny? The kid's camp. Another person was in cold sweat, he was laughing. Meet the kuntilanak really just know lo!

“sory-sory. I got this cloak from Gerald's closet. Well I try it, who knows useful for praying jum’at”

I'm nagging.

*cling*, this is an incoming message on Facebook.

“hai” sign in from an account named Rika.

“wah, han. I got this chat from pretty girl” show me off.

“most chick mode doang”

I do not care what Rehan said that really hurt this heart (lebay ya?). I firmly reply to a chat from him. “hai also. you who?”

It did not take centuries, the girl immediately replied to her chat “aku Rika, mas. Can contact not”

Ehh busset. when what I was this afternoon, why there is a girl as beautiful as Rika wants to meet me who belagu this yes. Sustenance…

“aku Bayu, Rica. Greetings to ya”

From that incident I kept communication with Rika. Really, she is beautiful on Facebook. In the real world that pretty, isn't it? I defended to fill my quota just to chat with the beautiful girl. Finally, there are also girls who meet first. I think it's just a fairy tale, it turns out..no, viewers!

march 22, 2011

Today Rika met me. After all this time I was waiting for Rika's answer, she finally wanted to. Yes something..

“mas.. later you take the night bus yes mas”

That was his last message before my departure to Sidoarjo, where Rika the Pujaan of hearts lives. Later that night, I took Rika's bus. It looks a little weird. But I'm throwing away those weird thoughts too. My weird brain isn't this bus.

“Rika, night bus is quiet huh?” I sent another chat to Rika to eliminate this tense atmosphere.unlike usual old Rika replied to my chat. Ahh maybe he's getting ready again.

The young man I saw I kept. Is he making a storm with me? I'm not weird either. He's the weird one. Black all! Gundorowo is him! because I am friendly and kind, I put a smile on him. Damnit damnit! I'm not digubris. You will later! Get off the bus, I'm jegal lo! (my real bad)

After arriving at Sidioarjo, I and one mysterious passenger finally got off at the same place. He kept staring at me with horror. Geez... if there is a camera I definitely waved and shouted “not strong... not strong... I nyerah” unfortunately, here there are only old school buses and expired stops.

I have to take a taxi to get into the alley of Rika's house. What the hell is wrong with this area? there were only strange passengers on the bus, now a mysterious motorcycle taxi driver. Be patient! Be patient! This may be my hallucination.

Arriving at the place, I glared drastically. This is the address Rika gave me. His house is full of gini. I took a deep breath and stepped into the gate of the house.

“hei deck what do you want?” 2 Fathers said it to me. I think the father is hgeronda again

“ini sir. I want nanya. What is this real home Rica gem Sari”

“hah?!” spontaneously they were both surprised to see the photo I gave.

“true.. what do you want deck?” finally one of the middle-aged fathers asked me normally.

“i was invited to his birthday party pak”

The Father looked at each other.

“neng Rica died 5 years ago dek”

*jedder* I may be out of lightning this time.

“iya right that's neng rika's photo. She died because of her husband dek”'s murder

Holy hooch! Rika? Died off? 5 years ago? Been murdered? Do you have a husband too? I cheated this ghost. Mampus. means that all this time I chat just as ardent Rika. Crazy one! I ran away from that place. I deleted her facebook account. I burned my phone. Really, why can't I know!

After that, I never had social media again. And as for my situation, I almost died because of all this. My fever is high, my head is dizzy, and fortunately I have been helping my treatment all along. Damn account!

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