Mystery Hotel 27
Nightmares or Signs

Ruwo's grandfather recounted when he got to the hotel the blood was already flowing everywhere. He saw that Jaelani had taken a woman who was known to be his own wife who was a victim.

Mr. Juan was sitting statue looking up whether he saw what. But before long Mr. Bhishma came out and ran towards Mr. Juan whispering something.

It was not Kurnia that I took away but Jaelani's desperate son who was about to commit suicide.

Even so I still failed to save him because Mr. Bhishma was blocking my steps.

He takes Jaelani's son as a threat so that Jaelani will admit all these incidents as his act.

To this day Grandpa Ruwo does not know for sure who slaughtered the hotel visitors.

For he himself has secretly returned the two-horned Devil to the pitcher of the soul.

According to Grandpa Ruwo it could be that the one who did all this was Jasmine herself and then she killed herself.

Jasmine was found dead the next day by hanging herself in her room. Tati's mother was the first to find her nephew.

I'm confused who I'll trust. So I decided to go back to the hotel.

My first plan was to re-investigate Grandpa Ruwo's meat warehouse.

In the afternoon I arrived at the hotel. Mas Bagas was not in the room. Mr. Tati and Mr. Bisma have gone home.

I searched everywhere I could not find Mas Bagas.Finally I found Mas Bagas beside the hotel courtyard.

I took a slow step to startle him but I heard something I should never have known.

Mas Bagas told me on the phone with someone he was talking about how to transfer ownership of the property.

Of course the only property we have right now is this hotel.

I sat in for a moment, Mas Bagas had the heart to make me miscarry he also deliberately wanted to master this hotel.

From this moment on my feelings seemed to have been harshly stepped on by my own husband.

Mas Bagas seemed to realize my existence, I immediately hid behind a large flower pot.

The first person to enter the list of evil in my mind was Mas Bagas. He secretly wants to take control of this hotel.

I only held back before everything was proven I would pretend to know nothing.

When the night the situation in the hotel did not change was still filled with the spirits who were still trapped here. I don't know what they haven't done.

Mas Bagas was currently busy with a laptop in front of him. I chose to play mobile.

I haven't spent much time with social media scrools.

Shortly after getting bored I chose to sleep while Mas Bagas continued to focus on what he was doing.

Mas Bagas who saw I was asleep, precisely pretending to sleep immediately pulled the blanket covering my body and kissed my forehead.

Mas Bagas was very gentle and very affectionate but he himself killed his son using both hands.

He even wanted to ruin his wife's life.

The longer I fall asleep.

I woke up in a bound state. My hands and feet were tied to a hot iron chain.

It feels so painful and painful. I kept screaming.

No one came to help just the loneliness and darkness in the forest.

I don't know why I'm back in this thorny forest.

Is this a clue or what. I don't understand what's going on.

Not long after that the sound of footsteps stunned me.

"Bisma's Father"

"Thank God."

I breathed a sigh of relief because the one who came was Mr. Bhishma.

Many times I pleaded with my pitiful voice but Mr. Bhishma did not help either.

Mr. Bisma played a baddick on my cheek. He deliberately scratched thinly into my cheek. It feels so painful.

The longer Mr. Bhishma the more frightening he was to enjoy my heartbreaking screams and pain. He laughed with great satisfaction.

Fear made my conscious start to react. I started to dig at him and ask for help. The Bagas who had not slept.

Helps awaken. While here Mr. Bhishma increasingly desperate to direct his body once again to stick in my thigh.

"Rghhhh.. "

Along with my screams I managed to get out of the nightmare earlier.

Mas Bagas was so anxious to see me sweat and so scared.

He got me a glass of water and I drank a sip.

I'm just telling you that nightmare meets snake.

Though this is much worse than meeting a snake demon.

Mas Bagas asked me to go back to sleep and this time he will accompany me.

After that I slept very comfortably in the arms of Mas Bagas.

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Early in the morning, Mas Bagas said goodbye to me, he will take Grandpa Ruwo to the next village to pick up his theme.

Very good opportunity so I immediately agreed to permission from Mas Bagas.

At 8am they had already left so I also rushed off to Grandpa Ruwo's old warehouse.

Along the way I was still thinking about the dream last night. It feels very real about the figure of Mr. Bhishma.

It took me a lot faster to get to Grandpa Ruwo's warehouse.

I peeked through the cracks. There is nothing suspicious.

This warehouse only stores grain and beef food.

It seems I misunderstood Grandpa Ruwo.

As I was leaving, I saw a small room beside the warehouse.

Curiosity drew me there. Although it seems disrespectful. But I can't let curiosity stress me out.

This room took me to a large open space. I enjoy the fresh air here.

The thorny plants caught my attention. My eyes rolled here, I could remember clearly. The place I've been to twice in my dreams is here.

There's no way I'd want to go home if I didn't get the information I needed.

The voice of a grimacing woman sounded not far from where I was standing right now.

I followed the cry and came to a halt in a small room measuring 3×3 meters.

Although it was locked but I used a hairpin to twist the key and it finally worked.

When opening it how surprised to see a room complete with sharp tools and women lying on the table.

His body was filled with blood even his face was already unrecognizable.

Without a second thought I helped untie the girl's bond. Unfortunately, the strange noise prevented me.

This girl's body shook violently she was very frightened. I can only read the verse of the chair as a protector and really the guard is God.

I got out of that prison and took this woman with me.

This woman's injuries were so severe that I took her to the hospital for a long time. When I heard her speak slowly, I realized that this woman was the woman I had met at the butcher shop.

Unanswered one puzzle even more with the problem of this girl. I promised him I'd take good care of him.

From now on I am sure the dream that is present is not just a decoration when falling asleep but can also be a source of vision for something that before and after it happened.