The Horror Story
Pocong Hordes!!

A relaxing Sunday that cools the mind after busy days that make the mind hot. That morning, he sat down and listened to music. From the direction of the front fence came two friends as a plant as a qulub and a banner.

“What's more loe?”

“Againly ny*bun”

“What?”

“Udah know again sit use asked”.

“Ah loe keep kayaking on other days, grumpy”. panji advise.

“Iya nih from bengong kek gini mending we play yuk?” added qulub.

“Where?” ask firmly.

“What if we go to bromo now?”

“Aaapaaa?” yelling hysterically.

Long story…

Two hours had already walked the three of them had already reached the bromo mountain by noon. Panji piggybacking qulup while steadfast riding his own motor. While circling in the bromo area and not spared also the action of the qulub and pennant that take pictures while steadfast not so much interest.

Did not feel the sun almost drowned half the eyes.they are still fun playing in the bromo area. The three of them had just returned home after being reprimanded by the bromo guard officers.

Nngggeeng…

The sound of motor exhaust rang out between the sound of traffic and the silence of the road that was approaching the night. Oddity began to be felt when the firm just realized that he saw the road passed not the one before.

“Panji, qulub you guys realize that we think we're going the wrong way?”

“Hah yes? why are the lights on the street green? hih serem let's go back yuk!”

Suddenly, the engine broke down. Because they were forced to walk back while guiding the bike. Suddenly the street lights blinked, the frangipani-scented breeze smelled plus the sound of an owl that added to the night's glory.

“Straight, this pennant kok in the forest is really cool, I am so scared”.

“Sama lub I also dread”.

In the middle of the sorority of the place was heard the voice of people who seemed to be in large numbers.

After they came to the origin of the sound they were so surprised because what he saw was not a person but dozens of pocongs who boarded a pick-up car including the driver was also pocong. His face and feet were covered in blood.

“Po... po...” has not finished speaking qulup directly fainted.

While the banner and steadfast run as fast as her fast.

“Wait guh I'm tired of stopping first yok?”

Then look back.

“Iiya.. we now... now go ahead yok?”

“Mang why?”

“That's it?” firmly pointing back

It turned out that the pick up that was carrying the pocong went down the street and headed towards the two of them.

They ran very fast but the pocong kept chasing until finally the pennant fell into the bushes and fainted. Unconscious if the theme continues to run and scream for help. The people around who heard the loud cries came straight to him?

“What's up mas?” the people confronted his run firmly.

“So I was chased by a pocong who was riding a pick up and two of my friends fainted there”. steadfastly explained with a stinged breath.

The citizens simply replied with a nod.

Steady astonished by the residents who just casually look at. One of the residents came to firmly and told the real events. That there used to be a group of people from far away areas who would go to the bromo but because the driver had no experience finally the pick-up fell into the abyss and his spirit was haunting until today, and we often see the sightings of the horde of pocongs and we are not afraid.

Unbelieving people challenge him “what is the proof that you are not afraid?”

The citizen told to firmly turn the body and the citizen said “See us mas.”

When it was also steadfast immediately fainted because the residents had changed into a horde of pocongs who boarded the pick up.

THE END_

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