The Bukit Atas Heritage House
COVERT ATTACK

I stand in the sign. I was honestly scared tonight. I do not think in my mind, if people who are close to me, experience events that can take their lives.

A pat on the boat, making me flinch.

"Not sleeping with Linggar ?."

"Oh.kyai. Not yet kyai."

"What is it that you want to think about."

"Come on kyai, I'm confused."

"What is it?, want to share my story with me" said Kyai Hasan, smiling and leaning on her seat.

"Kyai, do we believe that if a dead person is unnatural, killed or killed, for example, his soul will become a spirit of curiosity?," ask me while landing my ass next to Kyai Hasan.

Kyai Hasan looked at me, and he smiled

“Why nak Linggar asked like that, does nak Linggar have often seen strange events or phenomena of ghoib creatures ?."

I nodded slowly, then without feeling I was crying, I felt like I was releasing a heavy crush that was piercing my chest.

“Hmm..nak Linggar cry, it's okay, sometimes real men also need to cry. Regarding the question of nak Linggar, if the body was buried perfectly, I don't think that person would bother me, because he's been busy with the torture of the grave."

I'm nagging.

"If the person has not been buried well, maybe it can happen. Walahu'a'lam, only Allah is Oft-Forgiving. Once upon a time there was an incident of murder of a family, because of the seizure of property, the arrival of all family members became victims and died. His body was dumped somewhere. After that, the house often happens events that do not make sense, and beyond human reason, starting from the sound of screams and cries, he said, until the appearance of the figure of the murdered figure in the appearance of a creepy figure. Until now the house was left empty. An empty, moist and cold medium would be a comfortable place to live for them."

I took a deep breath.

"Son Linggar do not be afraid, but also do not be arrogant. We leave everything to God, while we continue to do."

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The night was getting late, Kyai Hasan invited me inside. Just as I was about to close the door, the shadow of a woman flashed before me.

"Astaghfirullah."

Kyai Hasan turned to me.

"What's up, son ?."

"There's nothing kyai."

Kyai Hasan went into the guest room. Before entering he reminded me of ablution. I nodded in agreement.

Cklek.., kreeek, the door handle creaks when I open. I have not turned on the lights yet. When my fingers touched the switch, I felt a touch in my hand, something very cold. My heart was like a man running hundreds of miles, pounding, pulling me somewhere, banging, until I felt a warm liquid running through my head.

Kyai Hasan, who heard the commotion, ran over and found my body lying on the floor, with a gaping wound to the head. When the light was turned on, I saw the window open. Kyai Hasan came to the window and jumped, he saw no one there. He went through the garden for a long time, but he found no one there. He returned empty-handed. He helped me who was still weak. Sister Karina, Melati and Fatimah gasped at my situation, they bandaged my wounds, while cursing at the people who have persecuted me.