Terror Waiting Factory
That guy

After thinking for a while, Febri then got up and intended to go to the production room. If the longer the worry will be more and more afternoon, he thought. He could not bear if his friend tomorrow will be angered by the headquarters because of the mistake he made.

"Related, Feb?" Hesti.

Febri just nodded slowly and walked out of the room. He did not pay attention to Mr. Ardi who called his name.

Between the production room and the office there is a connecting door that is usually used by the staff if they want to go down to the production room, but because it is afternoon the door is locked, febry had to turn through the back entrance of the factory that is used by production employees.

The atmosphere is very quiet, because it is already afternoon and plus the work hours that have been completed.

Continuously convincing himself he stepped down the side yard of the factory, right behind the mosque, there were rows of employee lockers facing each other so as to form a long hallway. At work hours, many employees choose to rest or sit around the locker, it makes the atmosphere not look so creepy.

But in contrast to this moment, the row of lockers looked so dark and empty. Just the sound of a bird-like animal. Because the locker is near the barrier between the factory and the forest.

Febry felt his hair bristling. He rubbed his cold neck. He hastened his way to the entrance of the dressing room.

His steps stopped in front of the door, his heart thumping even more. Especially when the net accidentally stares at the warehouse building behind the production room. Looks piles of stone and material shed yard. No workers are in sight, as the new renovation will start again next week.

The distance between the production room and warehouse is about 300meter. The warehouse has been empty for a dozen years, and new plans will be revived after renovation.

He shuddered again when he remembered the incident this morning, when dozens of employees were possessed by mass because of the anger of warehouse residents who did not like the place to be reused.

"What dream was last night? Yes already. Bismillah," he muttered softly as he opened the door and stepped in.

The room was filled with a row of long cabinets containing employee boots neatly lined on each side. Not to mention that Febri went further he felt his hanker already felt weak first.

The hallway of the shoes was so dark, because only one light was turned on. It makes the room feel tense.

Febry ventured down the shoe aisle with his legs shaking slightly. Slowly his feet stepped down the shoe aisle. Taking a deep breath as his steps came to a halt at the end of the passageway. But the room wasn't the only place he had to go. He again had to pass through a room in which there was a row of aprons hanging.

Her head came back shrill as she realized she was in front of the woman's bathroom door. The bathroom protrudes to the inside, making the bathroom hallway clearly visible from where it stands.

The atmosphere was so quiet, water droplets from the bathroom sounded until it came out. The cold air and the humidity further make Febry's fur bristles great.

"Crriegg "

The sound of the castle made of iron to hang the apron made Febry imprisoned and snarled to step. He thought, how could the empty room no one but him make the castle as if something touched.

Unanswered by his curiosity, Febry again smelled a fishy aroma that he had never breathed. Plus the legs are starting to feel heavy. This time his fear really felt spread to the tip of the foot. He immediately read all the prayers that came to his mind. However, due to his overwhelming fear he had difficulty distinguishing which verse of the chair where prayer ate.

Many times he touched the nape that did not stop bristling, intending to return but felt it was halfway through.

With a heavy Febry intends to step his foot. Just about to step back, he faintly heard someone's voice from the direction of the bathroom, the more he listened to his voice like a very heartbreaking female cry.

"Oh my God, what is that voice?" Febry had started to panic, due to the sound of crying from inside the employee's Wc. He was still pecking, cold sweat flooding his temple.

"Plakkkk "

Febry turned towards the sound, like something had fallen off. The net goes through every corner of the room. Hoping to find a reasonable answer to his fear, but nil. The sound of the falling object made his body shudder even more.

The fishy aroma that had been smelled was now increasingly stinging. It was like being so close to him. No longer able to keep going or turn around. His legs seemed to lose the strength to jump the body to stay standing.

He resigned, sitting limp while closing both eyes and sobbing slowly. This time fear really conquered Febry.