Tumbar Jelangkung
Chapter 9

Chapter 9

There was not a single sound in the Yoga room, only a silent one that accompanied him. Ah, maybe. Where there are ghosts today. Don't believe me. Her thought. He then remembered with a bottle of body cologne that fell rolling under his bed. He tried to reach his hand inside but did not get the bottle he was carrying. He looked down but there was nothing visible dark.

Yoga decided to stand up and take the flashlight that was on his study table. Then he crouched down again, ready to highlight under the dark bed.

The sound of the rolling bottle stopped right in front of him as if to shift his attention to look towards the bottle. Bizarrely. Why can the bottle under the bed can come out by itself. The question came up instantly and he tried to relate to the theories he had learned during his education, which he demanded, but the theory he remembered no one could explain why the bottle could roll by itself.

Yoga curious. He turned on the flashlight he had just taken from his desk and turned it on. He crouched down and began to highlight the flashlight that had been lit from the end under his bed. There was nothing, until at some point he highlighted a hideous smiling face with a hand ready to pounce on Yoga with its long nails.

"Aaarrrghhhhhhhh." Yoga shouted with all his might, accidentally dropping the flashlight in his hand.

What he had just seen made himself return to the moment where he was treated in a desolate hospital nine years ago. That state made him realize how terrifying that figure was. Spooky-faced with eyes glaring towards him, the pupils of the whole whitened eyes were as if the figure had a personal grudge with Yoga. Strangling with hands full of veins that come out like tree roots, even sharp nails that blacken, so he lost the air supply to be inhaled.

Straight away, without a second thought, Yoga ran quickly out to save himself. Even he did not care about the condition of the door that was slammed hard by him. He also did not realize that the shirt he wore was still not buttoned perfectly even the pants he wore whatever they were.

Blup

The flashlight that was still on when it fell out of his grasp suddenly just died by itself.

Yoga that keeps running down the stairs quickly no matter what happens behind it. He was just thinking of getting out of his own house and looking for someone else to help him at this moment. Already outside the house, Yoga heard the sound of a car that had just been turned on. Yellow light on the car that jutted through the fence of his house also made Yoga run there to make sure there was someone else at that time.

Sure enough he saw, a car owned by Mr. RT who was ready to go. Yoga approached the car and knocked on the windshield.

Tuk

Tuk Tuks...

Mr. RT who was in the car was surprised by Yoga. He immediately lowered his car glass and found Yoga's face pale.

"What's up, Ga?" Pak RT who followed the panic made Yoga as if sympathizing with Yoga.

"Of... Believe not believe, Om must believe me!" said Yoga who gasped for breath ran away. "There is a ghost, Om in my house" continued Yoga.

Mr. RT then looked at Yoga with a confused view. "Don't make up for you!"

"Sir, for God's sake, sir! I'm not lying! From under my bed, sir!" said Yoga whose breath was still panting mixed with his fear.

At that time Mr. RT remembered the lies Yoga had done before, which said that the front complex park fitting on the swing was a kuntilanak figure. "Yoga!! Don't make it up to you, yeah! Dare to lie to you again! You do not remember how embarrassed I was until one complex asked me to call a shaman to expel kuntilanak in the complex garden swing?! There are no ghosts there!" snapped Mr. RT who is furious with the behavior of Yoga at this time.

Not daring to deny the words uttered by Mr. RT, Yoga was surprised by the clash of Mr. RT. This time he regretted why he used to be so happy to lie. At the moment no one believes in him. That's not what Yoga wants right now, he wants someone who believes in him. Not stopping there, Yoga still pleaded to Mr. RT who slowly raised his car glass and wanted to set the gas pedal.

"Sir, this time I'm serious, sir. I'm not lying!" smith again.

Unfortunately, Mr. RT did not believe in Yoga and left Yoga. It didn't matter if Yoga behind him was chasing that car that just left. Unable to catch up to the car, he bent over, picked up oxygen and caught his breath.

"OILO!!!" finally he spilled his frustration by shouting loudly in the middle of the road.

Yoga turns around, weighing where it should go. But he thought it would be impossible for him to return to the house while a ghost lurked him. Disappointment enveloped him, but a moment later he accidentally put his hand in his pants pocket. I got a cell phone there.

He walked quickly to his car, but he remembered something. The key to the car he remembered pulled it out and took it to his room. Not wanting to think about it, he walked quickly to check if his memory was correct, and this time he was lucky with the key still hanging in place. He is grateful for that. Yoga just plugged the gas to run from his house which now looks scary.

The sound of a reverberating announcer tells some stories to his listeners.

"By the way, You know not the hell, this Umbrella is indeed phenomenal. Bayangin aja, in all theaters on ngantri to watch. Who have not watched, mending a sneak watch, before the ticket runs out," said the radio announcer.

Click!

Yoga who heard the radio announcer voice about the movie Tumbal Jelangkung.

"Snack only, dah! What the hell happened to that movie? Just normal again!" he said angrily that he could only hear alone in the car.

Yoga, who was reminded of his cell phone, immediately pulled out of his pants pocket and immediately searched for Peter's name on his contact list. At the press of the button call.

There was a connection from across there. Then not long after, the phone connection was connected.

"Hello?" tell the person who is across the phone with a forced voice.

"But Peter Sanjaya.., you have to beat me up! I'm being chased by demons, Dan!"

Yoga panicked. But there was no answer from across. He looked at the screen of his phone and was still connected.

Yoga called Dani repeatedly, "Dani! Horrifying me!"

"What the hell, Ga! I want to watch Intermilan tonight. Not really understand, Lo..," said Dani who is upset with Yoga. He then disconnected his phone.

Yoga, who saw the screen of her phone signifying the call was disconnected, stopped her car at a red light, which required all vehicles to stop. With a confused feeling, he turned to the right and to the left, but the streets seemed quiet as usual.

No one believed his words. It was Mr. RT and now, his own best friend.

Be continuous...,

Visual figure bonus

...Indra Ramdanis Yoga

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...Kristia Ningsih's...

...Dani Peter Sanjaya...

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