RUN
There Never Was

I was about to move, flying through to the bottom floor, precisely between the two people who were arguing.

Just about to do so, Tamusong suddenly held back, making me frown at the bewilderment staring at him.

"What the hell?"

"Where are you going, Kuno? Don't tell me you want to get away from this debate." she said, making me squint and stare at her cynically.

"Who would want to run away. I heard the talk of two astral humans down there. Looks like it's kiyai, and the other one doesn't know who. But that shit sucks."

Tamusong dipped his face. "Dumbass?? What do you mean, congor?" He corrected.

"Just the same, a little wrong."

"What did you hear just now? Seriously, I didn't hear any words." she said, making me vilify my face.

"Huh? That's right, that sounds obvious. There are only two people down there. One has no scent, and the other smells weird."

Tamusong looked at it, even he blinked as if he could not believe what I said just now. "Weird scent? What kind of smell is that?" tanyanya.

"Hm, not delicious. It doesn't smell delicious, it's weird. It's not like the human smell I've ever smelled before. It's weird." I explained.

Tamusong sniffed, trying to smell the scent I smelled. He glanced, rolling his eyes up after stopping sniffing. He suddenly gasped, as if he had just learned something.

Tamusong jumped up and down ahead of me, looking hurried. After sniffing the smell, why was he immediately frightened so.

"Tamusong, hey.. Where you going?" I asked, flying after him.

He stopped, but refused to turn to look at me. "Go immediately into the warehouse, and never get out of there no matter what." he ordered, making me wince in wonder.

Why is he scared and panicked? Is it because I am afraid of Kiyai?? I think I should go into the warehouse. Although he wanted to disturb the OB, but he was human, right?? Of course, I will be punished if I do this one.

I turned around, turned my back on Tamusong and immediately entered the art room. At first I thought, the arrival of the human was because his soul was summoned by a rich bear into the bunker. But, it doesn't seem. He was an OB, and I didn't feel the strong aura of the devil in Dad's body.

If he really existed, then it must have smelled too, right? But I don't feel his presence. Does that mean he didn't come? And the case of the downing has indeed stopped, for a while??

Well, although only for a while, but no casualties in the next month became such a success. Finally, there will be no sadness and tears spilled from the families of the students who died. But, the payment for the termination of this case is quite expensive.

That, is my life.

But, it's okay. Although no one knew about my sacrifice, but seeing them feel safe was fun as well.

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The next day, the school was returned to the police. They watched the surroundings, waiting for news from parents who usually protested over the slow performance of the police force in their child protection efforts.

I peeked out of the window, looking out over the ceremonial pitch where picketed students put large speakers in front of the ceremonial courtyard, as the sound of music that would accompany the gymnastics.

Several disciples were lined up on the sidelines, their faces all pale and anxious, as if waiting for the bad news about who had died on Friday night.

Invisible parents who come, actually this is quite convincing if there are no victims who fell, but still they all feel anxious.

The bells sounded, their mark should begin to line up and enter the field. They started to whisper, a little noisy because it didn't just come out of one mouth.

Raut sumringah emanated from math teacher and sports teacher who became gymnastics instructor. The gymnastics instructor gave the mic to the math teacher. But, there are things that are quite awkward as long as I die. Why, you don't seem to come to school? Is he the principal?

Every Monday I never saw him as a ceremonial builder. Why yes??

"Ehem, test. test.." This math teacher tried to talk in front of the mic. After feeling his voice sound bigger, he steadily brought his lips closer to the mic. "Assalamualaikum, the children of students who are very dear to you" he said mince words, and also answered by the students. "Wa'alaikumussalam.."

The math teacher seemed to be getting more excited to convey what he was about to say. "Thank God, praise and gratitude we offer for the presence of Allah SWT, because it is thanks to His Grace and pleasure that we can gather in this cheerful morning." I narrowed my eyes hearing it. Because they do not like the pleasantries that are always done before starting a speech in front of everyone.

"Okay kids, to shorten the time, the father as the headmaster wanted to convey a very encouraging news" he said, making me gasp in shock.

"What say? The principal?? So, he's the new principal??" i'm repeating. "Huh! So is that right? Surely the devil who was in the body of Father pretended to be sad over my death, and chose to resign from his position to be the principal. So, no one will suspect him, right?? Cunning indeed." I grumbled, re-attaching my ears to listen to what the new principal was about to say.

"That, today, for the first time in the history of our school, having always been sad for so many years, finally, that no schoolgirl disappeared on Friday night at Kliwon. In a sense, all these tragedies, are over!!" exclaimed the headmaster, making the students and students flabbergasted, as if they did not believe or consider this all just a dream.

"really? No schoolgirls have disappeared, or are they just as tightly shut as before?" murmured the students, whispering from the headmaster. But unfortunately, I can listen to all of that.

I was amazed, not by his words. But the way he spoke, he could have spoken long sentences with one breath only.

"So from that, on Saturday, we will give thanks at this school. All students are expected to come, we pray together, pray and eat." said the headmaster, making a grim look at the beginning, starting to smile. The girls started crying, not knowing what they were crying about. But this is good news.

The male students started cheering, they even hugged each other, not forgetting while pinching each other's heads.

Although he looked happy, but there was still a feeling of anxiety in his heart. They are afraid, after having fun, there will come unpleasant news again.

"Woaah!! Eating?! Am I not invited?? I am still a student of this school. So you can come too, right? Kihihi.."

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*Ariandi POV

I frowned, there was a strange feeling that stuck in my heart when I saw the happiness of the students and teachers in this school. The only thing that bothers me is one...

Why, sir didn't eat the tumbar that night??

What the hell is going on? Is it difficult to adjust?? Or why?? Wouldn't his strength be weakened if he didn't eat virgin blood???

It is difficult to understand what the goal is. He's so clever and cunning, so I can't guess his line of thought.

All I have to think about now is...how did I get into the art room on the third floor?? If I can't do it, I'm done.

I started taking wipes and glass cleaners. The other OB glanced at me, probably still unfamiliar because I was a new person.

"Ehem. Sorry, new OB?" ask someone, whose identification I read as Saripudin. I just nodded my head while returning his gaze.

"The identification does not exist? Whatis yourname? I'm the senior OB here. So if there are things that block, or there are things that are confusing, then do not hesitate to ask, yes. Don't be ashamed." said Saripudin, smiling so kindly.

"Oh, my name is Ariandi. Thank you for your offer." I said.

He looked at the two things in my hand. "What do you want to wipe? Can the task of cleaning the window glass?" ask again.

"Yes. The principal assigned me to clean all the windows in this school." I said.

Several OBs who were in the same room began to approach me. They murmured and asked the same thing, about my name and so on.

"Oh yeah, he's new here. What's not better, Mr. Saripudin told him about it." said one OG, his name tag named Melati.

Saripudin gasped when he heard it. As if I just remembered to convey the thing they meant to me. "Oh, yes.. You are still new. So you don't quite understand the ins and outs of this school. You're the outsider who must have heard about the news that happened at this school, right? Especially regarding the missing students, and the latest is the haunted third floor building?" mutilate.

"Yes, isn't that all a fiction?" I said, making him gasp in shock. As if I didn't believe what I said just now. Other OBs have similar reactions.

"Yes, it actually doesn't seem real. But you don't have to think about it, I just want to tell you. This is a serious thing. You, and us, or any other OB, are strictly forbidden to enter or clean up a room, which used to be an art room."

I cringe at hearing it. "Why?" I asked, acting like I didn't know anything.

"Well, someone died in there yesterday. His body has not been found until now. Since then, there has been something strange about the art room. Therefore, now the room was banned from use, and switched to a warehouse. If you want to put something down or clean it up, you have to ask the schoolboy for permission, his house is behind the school building." he said, pointing to the end of the school with his lips.

"Why should I ask her permission?? And again, why just leave the room empty. Wouldn't that make it even more haunted?"

"Because I applied for a job at this school, just to prove something." The other OBs stared fiercely at me. "I've never seen a ghost in my entire life. That's why I don't believe that story. And I also want to prove the truth of what you all say."

"That the stories circulating in the community about the awesomeness of schools are false." They all gasped at my words.

"Because the truth is, the ghost never existed in this world."

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...Seriate......