The Horror Story
Where Are You? (Part 3)

Then there was the sound of a hysterical scream of a woman. Turns out it was a teacher just like miss Amelia. From her looks it looks like miss Grace. The whole teacher asked what was going on, and some of the students sat in the field.

“There are ghosts in the hallway sana” explained with a racing heart.

“What ghost?” miss Florence tried to calm her mind.

Miss Grace then explained that there was a ghost whose forehead was torn full of blood flowing.

From the talk it seems there is the same case again. Yesterday there was the same thing. Mister later said that the results of yesterday's autopsy also said that the scratches on the security guard were caused by glass fragments.

2 Days later, rumors of a female ghost appear. There are a lot of comments on the school website. Some say that this school is a former mental hospital.

“Hadeh there is a person kayak gini” protest Monica who sits next to Desi his best friend.

“By the way he said the straightforward kids out of town will be home yesterday?” lilis asked while leaning against the wall.

“Ooh it said today they were going home, the boy was misinformed. What's his name?” I said while fiddling with HP.

“Caroline?” cut Monica.

The school bus ran until some students hugged their friends.

“Yuk we see Clara!” let me run to the school bus.

Suddenly seen a father-father yes about 40 years maybe. He cried tears.

“You know that person?” asked Monica to look at the fathers.

“Teng teng!!” the bells of school.

“We went home first yes Mon” said Desi left Monica and invited us home soon for lunch.

In the middle we approached a meatball cart.

“Eh one of you see Clara no?” ask me while sipping noodles.

“No focus just saw the crowd” replied Windy briefly.

After lunch, we continued on our way home. At home each of us walked into the room and began to lay down a tired body.

“Capek really” said I was in one room with Windy.

Back to school, still in the crowd there's Monica. A man we had seen approached him.

“Nak you're Clara's friend huh?” said the father approached Monica.

“Oh yes right, whose father yes?” asked Monica to close her phone.

“I uncle” replied the uncle while wiping away tears.

The father asked “do you know where Clara lives?. My uncle.” details.

Monica then gave us the address of the house where Clara lived and was with us.

3 Days later on Saturday, the uncle came.

“Excuse me uncle Clara, I want to say something”.

Uncle Timothy said that Clara was dead because she fell from a high cliff and her body was crushed, explained uncle Timothy. Of course I don't accept what that uncle said. We who heard it shed tears on our cheeks.

Desi then raised her voice, “no way uncle Timothy, Clara was the same her friends again studying out of town!” snapped Desi with an outpouring of powerless restraint.

Timothy's uncle called Clara's brother to give her the news, Andrea.

“hallo uncle?”

“ya Andrea, I want to tell you about your brother” news

“when brother returns home, I want to eat his cooking” complained his sister

Uncle then told me everything and then asked for permission to go home.

Lelap in silence we all saw a photo of Clara's memories in a picture frame on display.

“I can't believe his age is still easy to be called” said I wiped the tears.

“Yes, very sad yes lost her” said Lilis trying to hold back tears.

The sobbing Desi made all of us saddened by Clara's death.

Until midnight, they were still crying bitterly. I cooked the soup Clara often made at night.

“You eat first!” I said try to bring them. They walked to the kitchen and took a chair. As usual before we ate we prayed and started eating.

Desi then praised myself that the food was as good as Clara's recipe.

“Vivian do you want to be a chef too, you are good at cooking” added Lilis.

“I have my own purpose, let's eat. Tomorrow morning we go to church to give word to his aunt”.

His aunt was a pastor in a church. Nuns do not marry because they have said or declared 3 vows of purity, vows of obedience, and vows of poverty in a religious community.

We all woke up early in the morning and got ready to go to church. He is better known as Santa Lala. We followed the mass first and after it was over, I tried to ask him. “Excuse me santa Lala, I want to tell you that Clara has been called Lord”.

“Hah!?” his reply was shocked and immediately closed the Bible, the holy book of Christianity.

Lilis and Windy also gave all of Clara's belongings to give to her extended family. Santa Lala only accepted while holding back her cries. We immediately asked for permission to return home for some.

At that time on the school website was also fussed by the case about female ghosts at that time.

“The mastermind behind it all is Valencia, a student who was detained for 8 months for his ignorance.

And the bad news again is that he pushed Clara down a cliff. At that moment he felt someone bothering him and started to become the ghost they know today. We took that revenge by reporting him for detention in accordance with his way of treating the innocent Clara.

The school had a storm but the teacher still stopped so that no more the same thing repeated. Valencia has also been expelled from schools and the city's government has begun setting new rules that anyone who kills will be sentenced to life.

1 Year later we graduated from High School and began to step into the workforce. I'm already a film actress. Lilis is already a young designer at her age. Windy the snacker used to also now look slimmer and taller. He also started his career in a 5-star restaurant. And the last is Desi a little girl because of her behavior chose to become a makeup artist in a distant city.

Somehow their fate after a long time together we now have to separate into the world of work. I have a lot of peers like myself. One of them is Monica, still remind this one woman. Monica and I worked as actresses, we collaborated on our first film together.

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