Mystery of Room 13
Part 25: Ghost Terror Is Everywhere

The originally bright light of the lamp turned bristling and flashing. Time seemed to stop as I stared with fear at the figure behind me. This mouth was about to shout calling Beautiful but again this tongue can not be moved.

Slowly the lady without a look approached me. Now her delicate face without the slightest indentation was only ten centimeters away. Cold sweat soaks this face and body. My hands and feet shook without stopping. Especially when a hand that could be said to be a bone wrapped in skin with long black nails touched my shoulder.

His head came close to my ear, and the woman slowly blew on the ear, causing a sensation of great horror.

"To-please. Here I want to go home!" Whispers accompanied by cries from the disfigured woman continued to ring in the ears. My face paled because only this time it came so close to the ghost in a conscious state even the smell of rancid flowers mixed with rosy straws piercing the nose.

"Mom Hanna, why stop?" I shook off the hand that was holding my shoulder immediately. My eyes were now directed to the owner of a voice that sounded very sweet. Far different from the voice of a woman without a hoarse and creepy look. In fact, the owner of the voice is not a woman without appearance, but beautiful.

"Mom, why stop? Come on, let's go in. It's almost too late!" His hands covered in a light blue hoodie pulled me quickly to get into the production building. From her usual expression, I knew she must not have seen or felt the presence of that disfigured woman.

"Ih, Sister Hanna. Why the hell is he dumb again? Do not daydream, later if the mind is empty, the events of yesterday night repeated again, how? Beautiful doesn't want to."

"Hush... Be careful, Ndah. I just thought it was lo... A-anu...."

"That, anu, that's what, Ma'am?"

I thought hard to make a proper excuse on Beautiful. There's no way I'm telling you everything I've just experienced. I don't want any more hoopla to happen because in fact the one who saw the woman without likeness was just me when Beautiful was by my side but she didn't see anything. After all, if I told you maybe Beautiful would consider it I was just hallucinating.

"Well, I thought about the stove again! I-yes, I was thinking about the stove!"

"Gosh, Ma'am. Weigh the stove problem until daydreaming so. Why is that stove?" tanya Indah was accompanied by laughter until her body was shaken.

"So it looks like I turn on the stove to fry tofu meatballs right, have I matiin not yet huh?" I put on a plain and confused face as if I had completely forgotten. I have to make Beautiful believe in my acting.

"Oah, Sister Hanna. I guess there's another ghost that's killing you. Already, let's go inside. It's time for work."

A faint smile now adorns my face. Fortunately, I took theater classes while I was in Vocational High School. Tired of guilt because in fact I lied to Indah but it's okay, it's for the sake of the factory peace.

Currently I am waiting for friends who enter sift afternoon out of the building after that me and other colleagues took turns to enter the production room according to our respective fields. I put myself in the last seat because this is where I scavenge for fortune.

In the middle of a pile of work that must be completed immediately. Suddenly the wind blew hard not knowing where it came from. Form papers to check the quality of the fabric on my desk flew because of the big wind.

However, the people around me seemed ordinary as if they did not feel it, some even complained of overheating. That's where I know this isn't the usual wind.

"Mbak Hanna was so dizzy and so full of her stacked cooperation, that the paper was spread out."

A girl whose machine was not far from my desk threw her claws, making some people who heard her smile even laugh. I kept quiet, I let them think it was purely because of my frustration at the heaped work. They didn't know that there were invisible people playing on my desk.

I slowly picked up all the papers one by one. I went back to neatly arranging the scattered paper. However, just now that the paper was arranged on the table, five minutes later a big wind came back and ravaged the papers. Again, I am the only one feeling it.

Between the fear and annoyance that became one, I snorted violently while returning to pick up the papers.

"No need. This was my hand." I covered her invisible presence so that the atmosphere would not turn into a murmur. I still remember last night's tragedy was so violent. Don't repeat it again.

I re-occupied myself with my work and tried to ignore the unusual winds that sometimes arise. I don't know how many times that unusual wind tested my patience. I tried to fight it by chanting prayers and prayers. Fortunately, the wind stopped immediately.

The long bell rings as a sign that our employees can eat and rest. We are required to make good use of this hour.

"What do you eat first to sleep?" tanya Indah who sits next to me while carrying plastic filled with chicken rice stock in unison that I deliberately cook as my gratitude for the kindness of the family Indah.

"Eat first, Ndah. It just went to sleep."

I opened the cold rice packet. Fragrant fried chicken that is revealed with various spices and seasonings still stabs the nose even though it is cold. In addition to the smell of chicken that looks very tasty, there is also sambal matah that is no less tempting. Making saliva seems to be about to plunge freely.

I was about to eat the rice but suddenly my brain was filled with the events of the first day of living in this city. The one I took away from Ungaran turned into a maggot. Ah, my appetite suddenly disappeared, I was afraid the same thing happened again.

"Mom, let's eat." I stared at Beautiful who continued to devour the rice and chicken together. "Great son of lo, Ma'am, your cooking. For a long time my scales will continue to rise if Ms. Hanna cook rich gini."

I smiled faintly in response to Beautiful remarks. While my appetite has evaporated makes me lazy to eat. I decided to re-wrap the chicken rice, who knows I will be hungry no longer remember the maggots.

"Kok Ma'am Hanna did not eat, even the fall anyway? He said he wanted to eat first."

"A little while, Ndah. A-anu, suddenly it feels like my back feels really sore so it needs to be crossed for a while, yes, Ndah." Lovely just beards hearing my excuses.

"Be kind to understand, Ma'am. Rich age Sister Hanna it's anu so yeah so." The girl chuckled to herself for making fun of me. I threw the girl with a head covering that is mandatory to wear every time I work.

"Great mockery!" Beautiful looks even to the point of coughing.

"Thankuratin, so don't make fun of me."

The laughter came to a halt as Indah and I decided to go to bed together for a while. Not long ago I fell asleep suddenly I woke up again because there was someone tickling my ears. At first I thought it was beautiful but it was impossible because the girl was sleeping in front of me to even let out a smooth snoring sound. Maybe it was just my feeling.

I chose to sleep facing her face so if it was me who was fondly harassing, I could immediately catch her wet. I just fell asleep when someone tickled my ear again. I slowly squinted my eyes to see who did it. My eyes were wide open when I found Beautiful who was still asleep. Then who's the nosy one? My ears were still tingly, out of curiosity I turned towards my back. There is nothing suspicious, only Madam Jun who is behind me. That was his position behind me.

But when I move my sleeping position from the tilt and then move on my back, that's where my heart stops beating. Right above me. The lookless woman crept over the ceiling, her face facing towards me. Her long hair dangled down from my face. Hair with a musty and rancid smell pierced my nose and stirred my stomach. To the extent that it feels like vomiting because it cannot stand the smell of rot.

"Let's!"

Not yet over this fear. The figure of the pocong I saw in the spinning building was now sleeping beside me.

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