Just a little break
The Horror Story of Asep Metal

His name is Asep Hasanudin. His close friends called him Asep Metal. The reason is predictable, it's because he likes metal music and his people are too brave. More precisely desperate. His job is a professional driver.

That night Asep woke up on the side of the road. He also forgot why he could be here, all he remembered was, if he wanted to go home. After one week of overtime, bring the bule from Australia. During that one week, Asep slept in a room that his office had provided for drivers.

Asep is confused tonight what time is it? Because the vehicle was already very quiet, the angkot had stopped operating, and his watch was left behind in the driver's room. One thing he remembered this road was already close to his home.

He also remembered that there was a shortcut. A road that was recently built. Initially the road was a forest and swamp area that purchased the same property developer. To be used as an alternative road and elite housing.

If only the one who bought the house in the area knew, if the house was a former area of forest and swamp haunted. They were reluctant to buy a house in the area. The villagers around there only if it is past Maghrib time. On the road through it.

However, in contrast to Asep, back and forth from the office he used to go through it. Even at night, he often went down the road. Because for him it was an effective shortcut to quickly get to his house.

Asep is often reminded by the housing security guard, if you go through it must be careful. But, it is the basis of the Asep Metal. He was relaxed every time he went down that road. Amazingly, he had never experienced any strange occurrences. As people have been telling me all along.

Even tonight, Asep went home through the former forest and swamp road again. At the residential entrance. He saw Mang Ujang, the housing security guard who was watching was cool to relax drinking coffee.

Before entering the residential area, Asep greeted Mang Ujang. But, Mang Ujang was just silent. Even when he greeted. Asep thought, at most it's another man there's a problem with his wife. It looks from his tangled looks, rich wallet responsibility moon.

Asep passed through a road that is still overgrown with large trees such as asem trees, banyan trees, breadfruit trees and mango trees. According to the story of the surrounding residents, in the area of trees here a lot of kuntilanaknya on hanging.

Right, just a few steps in this area of trees. Up ahead, Asep saw that there were already many hanging. While giggling, “Kiiii. Hihihah. Kiiii. Hihihi.”

They hang on tree branches and tree branches. There are white ones and there are red ones. They laughed until Asep was disturbed. So, do you fear Asep?

Not Asep Metal his name if he feels afraid, he snapped at the herd of Mba Kunti, “At diem not. Or I'll rape!”

The Asep impact is very effective. Not how long, the herd of kunti was silent. Calm and no sound back. Asep continued his journey. He got to the edge of a small artificial lake.

The horrors of the people, in the range of this lake there is a peringis glundung. He is a ghostly figure of a stumped head. Its appearance usually likes to be marked by the sound of people's voices like they are crying.

Again the streets suddenly, gluduk. Something fell like a coconut in front of Asep. Asep was shocked, the feeling here was no coconut tree. He noticed what had fallen. It turns out the head of a person without a body. His head was bald his eyes were black, dripping with tears while grimacing like enduring pain. Scared Asep?

Apparently not, it wasn't Asep Metal that he could be scared. The head was kicked with all his might with his right foot. “Brenggsek, make a shock to people!” hard snapped.

Duaaggs.

The head floated somewhere. Asep continued his journey again. This time he felt his shoulders a bit sore. It feels heavy to carry something. He looked to the right of his shoulder, and it turned out.

“Ask a carry.”

There's a little boy figure. Without eyes, nose and ears. There was only a wide mouth and teeth full of blood. He was hanging on his shoulder. Asep was not surprised, he was calm. He counted in his heart, and on the count of three.

Asep slammed the figure of the little boy who asked for the sling, saying, “Begging to carry the same father of your ancestors, dwarf.”

The figure of the little boy was like going straight away. Asep began to saturate with his journey. A lot of demits were bothering him. But, it's half the way, gig. So Asep just go on.

After all, to this extent he was able to overcome all those distractions. In front of Asep saw that there was a person. Wearing work clothes. White shirt and black dress pants. Very clear, because tonight the full moon is very bright. The figure turned his back on Asep. Ahh, finally there's a meeting to chat too.

Asep was intending to approach her and invite her to a chat. Approaching people is like looking for something. Asep asked him, “Sorry Mas gini nights, what else do you know?”

The figure did not turn to Asep he was still looking for something around the grass. He said, “This Mas. I'm looking in my eyes again.”

Asep felt a little like he had misheard. “Emm means glasses huh?” tanyakanya.

“Not, Mas. But really my eyes,” he said.

He looked at Asep. Asep found out if the person had one eye missing. Blood flowed from his nose and his eyes were missing. His face was pale. Surprised Asep?

Actuallyno. Asep grabbed her hair and slapped her face hard. “Less asem, you think I'm scared!?” snapped Asep.

Plaque. Plaque. Plakk.

Asep slapped the figure on the left and right cheeks. Until the other eye comes out. Then leave it alone, which this time is more difficult because it has to find two eyes that are dislodged.

It's almost there. Asep could already see the lights in his alley. At the end of the road Asep saw a large tall pocong figure. His shroud was dirty full of red earth, his face was black and his gradakan was like broken asphalt.

Asep just passed through it. But in his heart he prepared. If this pocong to all sorts, he'll be snoring and the prab's pocong. Asep passed the end of the road. He went into the narrow alley where his house was.

In front of the alley, there was the figure of a hunchbacked old granny. Her hair was white. His nose is long and crooked like a bird's beak. Both of his eyes popped out. His hand looked up as Asep passed in front of him, saying, “Begging for his money, Dee.”

“Nothing. Work there if you want to get money,” said Asep.

Asep continued to walk until he got near his house. He wondered why there were so many benches and passersby. There are also those who read Yaasin and his house attached a yellow flag. Asep then accelerated his footsteps, immediately entering the house.

Inside the house he saw a stiff oval body, on a low cot and covered in a transparent white cloth. Only then did he want to approach and see whose corpse it was. Suddenly there were neighbors who mourned and opened the cover of the corpse's face.

It turned out that the body was him. Asep was surprised not to play. Finally he remembered that tonight, he had been involved in an accident. An angkot car that he was riding in a collision with a fuel truck car. Asep who was sitting in front, beside the transport driver could not do much.

Now, he could only stare at the long-goals of his two children and his wife, who were crying beside his corpse. Without being able to touch and speak to them. Tell me, if Dad's home.