POCONG BAPER
Chapters 18. Strange Aura

After finishing defecating, Disya took the time to wash her hands in the sink and reflect first in front of the glass sink. Tidying up a little too. Suddenly, Disya's feelings became unpleasant. The feathers bristled.

At the moment when Disya was reflecting, surprisingly, she saw from the mirror the figure of a girl wearing a different school uniform with her. The figure was turning his back on Disya.

"But, what, the clothes are weird, huh? It seems, not the school uniform here," Disya said in her heart as she scrunched up

Disya tried to observe the figure in the mirror. That figure was behind him. And the more hysterical thing, it turns out that the figure did not set foot on the floor. Slowly the figure turned towards the mirror. Disya immediately gasped when she saw the face of the figure looked flat. There are no eyes, no mouth, no nose.

"Astagfirullah, O Allah what is that?" pekik Disya's.

Just contact it, without a second thought Disya immediately ran in a storm. He no longer wants to look back.

"Hahaha, isn't that Dira's friend, huh? Why, he doesn't know me, anyway? Haha."

The ghost figure of Minul waiting for the library even appeared disturbing in the female student's toilet. When he saw his face in the mirror, Minul only realized that his face looked flat.

"Oh, panteshe's afraid hihihi. I forgot to change your face," muttered Minul.

...***...

That night, Dira was in Anta's room which had now become her room.

The night is getting late. The moon is no longer visible adorning the sky and is perfectly covered by gray clouds. Soon, there began to be the sound of thunder, thundering in the distance. The rain began to fall when the girl closed the window curtain of the room on the second floor.

However, Dira saw a woman standing next to an electric pole. His face was covered with a black umbrella. When the mysterious woman dressed in all black looked up, Dira could see that the woman's face was like the face of Miss Hana.

"Do you want Miss Hana standing there?" A curious Dira rushed out of her room towards the outside of the house.

"Where are you going, Ra?" ask Dita.

"I'm curious to see a woman under an electric pole, Mother."

"There was no one there" said Queen Sanca.

"But, Oman Sanca, Dira saw–"

"There's no one there, Dira." Queen Sanca.

"Great rain, Ra, maybe that was a ghost and it's gone. Yes, you're back in the room," Pinta Dita.

"Good, Mother."

Dira did not argue and stepped up the stairs. Maybe what his mother said was right. However, Dira believes that the woman's face is very similar to Miss Hana.

Meanwhile, Dita and Queen Sanca looked at each other and then stared at the living room window whose lights had been turned off.

"I don't like this aura, Queen Sanca. Did Queen Masako manage to find her medium for reincarnation? And what Dira saw earlier was him," said Dita.

"Thank you, Queen." Dita took a deep breath.

After Anta almost died because of the actions of Queen Masako, then the King also almost died because of Nyi Ageng, Dita hoped that terrible things would not target Dira or Adam again.

...***...

Inside the purple room, Dira was still unable to close her eyes. He flipped his body over the cotton mattress. The sound of an owl sounds creepy when perched on the water guava tree in front of his house. Things that make drowsiness reluctant to approach him.

Dira finally grabbed the novel book on Anta's bookshelf. While sleeping, she reads a mystery horror novel written by her brother. The title "Spanish Ghost House Mystery" was inspired by the true story of her brother and his friends the "Ghost Helper" while hunting ghosts during High School.

Suddenly, a soft knocking sound was heard from Dira's room window, making the girl flinch. Dira turned to look at the window sills that were currently covered in light purple curtains of hello kitty motifs.

"What's the wind, huh?" thought Dira as she brushed off the odd feeling that started to encroach on her mind.

Dira turned his back to the window and continued reading the novel. Again the sound of knocking is heard. This time it was knocked back. It was as if there was someone outside the window trying to call out to him. Dira back jerked.

"Hmmmm, don't-don't be a demon, no."

The girl turned back to the window. He put the book on the nightstand. Dira raised his body up and sat on the edge of the bed. The knock was still heard with a slow but irregular sound.

The impulse of curiosity makes Dira finally get out of bed. He walked to the window and opened the curtain. There's no one there. The knocking also stopped. The girl glanced left and right, trying to find a pranky ghost figure that might be hiding as she approached the window.

Dira again saw the front yard view of the window. The girl tried to sharpen her sense of sight. He tried to look towards the bushes hidden by the dark night creeping. There is only a figure of a daunted pocong in a house that often sits on a tile while staring at the moon in the sky.

"Tuh, pocong crazy times, yeah. Rainy days like this looking at the moon? Where's it looking, anyway?" muttered Dira while clucking.

A pair of glittering eyes returned Dira's gaze. The pocong turned towards him as if it knew it was being noticed. Dira raised his right hand and waved towards the pocong.

"Hi, Om!" greet Dira even though his voice was not heard because of the sound of heavy rain water.

Dira also saw the black cat sitting among the bushes across the window jumping, then went to shelter. The girl finally sighed in relief as she approached the window back.

I don't know where the knock came from because Dira was sure it wasn't the pocong. The girl then closed the window curtain back. Dira intends to go back to lying down and turn her body back to bed. Blankets because the weather is getting colder.

However, just one step later, a knock from behind the window came back. Dira began to stomp his feet in annoyance. He's starting to get irritated. Who is this ghost that is bothering him.

In the end, Dira reopened the curtain. However, how surprised the girl when she found the figure behind the window wrapped in a shabby white cloth that resembled a mucena. But the cloth was dirty with the ground. The shabby cloth covered the entire body except for the blood-soaked face.

"Please bukain," she cried.

...*****...

...Connect first, yeah....