SAWMILL
20.TERROR AT NIGHT
“What a sound it is, why there are footsteps in front of my bedroom window” I lean my back against the damp wall
“Why can I suddenly hear strange sounds that are around outside home”
I was pensive as I sat on the bedside and looked at the wall of the room that was hit by the shadow of the blocked light
“But I'm not sure it's the voice of the person who is walking, the voice is very slow and the walk was very slow, it must be an animal that is near this house”
I could not close my eyes, but fortunately the strange sound was then not heard anymore, which there was only silence and the sound of crickets telling around the house.
I sat pensively around the bed, then lit a cigarette so I could forget the strange sounds that were happening here.
One cigarette I had smoked out quickly, silence and only the light of the lamp was blocked I still enjoyed, this house really scared me, he said, but maybe if you get used to it, nothing scary will happen again.
I sat on the bedside looking at the gap of the open door and the dark living room.
I told myself to walk to the door to close the door rather than see the creepy living room atmosphere.
I sat back on the edge of the bed, then lit another cigarette to ward off my fears.
I smoke this cigarette slowly while I feel good smoking. I looked at the wall of the room whose wall was opposite Mamad's room
“Hmmm Mamad's room I didn't give you a lamp to block, but ah let it go, it's possible that the room was locked my inner” while sitting on the side of the bed and I spewed cigarette smoke
“Actually how Pak Wandi can last so long in this house and how is Mamad kerasan in this gripping house”
I sucked deeply into the cigarette, and I spewed the white smoke over my head, I couldn't think clearly at this moment
I was pensive in bed with nothing to think about, my mind was stuck with the circumstances here, there was no sound but my own voice talking to myself.
This room was supposed to be cool air because it got a gust of wind from the forest that entered through the room vents, but somehow my sweat dripped through my forehead a lot.
I sat on the bedside with my eyes not sleepy at all, and a cigarette stuck in my mouth.
Until the third cigarette I smoked I didn't feel calm,
“TOK..GECK..GEEK, TOK..GECK..TOK...”
Suddenly I heard a knock on the wood, cold sweat began to wash over my forehead, I cut off the cigarette on the floor of the room, I could only be silent on the side of the bed without daring to move at all.
The sound of the knocking makes the otaku die to think logically, which is now even a mind that is not because of the occult or whatever is here.
I closed my eyes and tried to think clearly.
Ah maybe the sound of a bird perforating a tree with its beak I tried to convince myself that it did not come from this part of the ruman nor was it a knock from a supernatural being.
“TOK..GECK..GEEK, TOK..GECK..TOK...”
“That knocking sound again, why did the knocking sound appear again”
“But actually it's a knock where the hell, why does it feel so close to the position of my room”
“TOK..GECK..GEEK, TOK..GECK..TOK”
For the third time I heard that voice, and for the third I was sure that it did not come from any tree but it came from the front door of the house!
I fell silent after learning that the knock came from the door of the house.My body was shaking, cold sweat flooded my body.
I pegged on my bed, I was unable to move my body when I realized the sound was coming from the front door leaf.
“TOK..GECK..GEEK, TOK..GECK..TOK”
the knock on the door did not stop, and it was even louder and now it felt like the knocking sound was already a kind of pounding in front of the house.
My head ached suddenly, I couldn't think clearly, I could only think that the one who knocked on the door was a supernatural trying to interfere.
“Let's try to think clearly, remember we are in a forest environment and there is a village not far from this house, and remember that the possibility of knocking the door came from the villagers who might be telling you something”
I tried to convince myself that it wasn't what I thought it was
“WHO'S OUTSIDE!!!”
I screamed loudly so I could get out of bed
“Open mas door, it's me mas”
A hoarse voice from outside, a weak yet hoarse voice like a person whose throat was filled with something
Whose voice is it, but if you hear there is a repetition of the word “mas” is usually the Mamad, but why is his voice hoarse and not he had left for the bus this morning?
Ah mana may be Mamad, even his voice is different from the sound of Mamad loud and sharp.
“WHO'S NAME!!!” yell at me again
“Mamad mas, open the mas” door said hoarse voice and tend to be weak
I was silent on the edge of the bed, I should be able to think that Mamad had come home , and perhaps his voice was hoarse due to the fatigue on the way.
But why is he coming back so fast, he should be back here tomorrow, but it's midnight, how he came from the terminal to get to the front of the house.
“TOK..GECK..GEEK, TOK..GECK..TOK”
The voice appeared again, something in front of the living room door did not give up to be able to enter the house.
My mind feels full!