The Empty House Terror
Kinan Terrorized

After the departure of his seven friends, Kinan and the other two friends resumed their pending work.

Kinan chose to sit still and not go anywhere. He just sat still and tried hard to dismiss the creepy experience he had just experienced.

However, unfortunately, the more he tried to forget the shadow of the apparition, the more intense the shadow of the head was following him. Makes her hair goosebumps on its own.

Kinan was increasingly agitated when he felt someone playing his hair. Spontaneous, the long-haired ayu girl was also annoyed. Then accusing someone who was behind it, must have been the culprit.

"Don't joke napa, Yan!" said Kinan, ketus, to make Yani surprised.

"Did you!? No, I'm not kidding. I didn't do anything" Yani replied, seriously.

"Boong lu ya, you're tugging at my hair. Aren't you? I'm not you!" accuse Kinan.

"Oh God, Kin. I was talking about Sam Ama Frans. Mr. Sam asked for our goods to be dismantled today. Cook yes, I'm serious about work, nyandain you. Ngadi-ngadi aja lu," replied Yani while shaking her head. A little upset by those baseless accusations.

Kinan was silent for a moment. Then he returned his chair and said to Yani. This time in a soft voice. Because he knew, he had offended Yani. By making accusations without evidence.

"Yann... Yanii.... "

"What else?"

"Sorry.. But really, aren't you tugging at my hair?" ask Kinan, make sure.

"For God's sake, Kin. Try you read my chat ama sir Sam, ama Frans, look at the clock.Tu, just a few seconds from now. Cook yes, I seriously work, ngak you kidding. Part of my hand will not slap into your hair," explained Yani, according to logic and reality.

Go on, who pulled my hair yeah, Inner Kinan.

"You yes, Zam. I know you must be the one who failed me. Why you!" accuse Kinan of Azam who seems busy arranging his files.

"Why is it me? Pan my distance to you, further away," Aziz replied.

Kina scratched her non-itchy head. But he was sure, he was not shy. He felt that someone was playing with his hair. Swiped a few times. Interesting several times.

"Now too? Yes, yes, sorry. Maybe I mostly dream. So parno gini will be," Kinan replied, smiling. Trying to cover up the fear that was in his soul. While Yani just nodded, understand.

Kinan went back to his desk. Then check his cell phone. Open the message after the message he received. Personal or work-related messages.

"Sir, this is Mayang nge WA, he said he ama entourage already want balek. Klean want to give me some food?" ask Kinan, Yani and Aziz.

"Gue will, Wak. Lazy to get out too. It will be raining" replied Aziz.

"Elu, Yan. Do you want to deliver them yourself, do you want to drop them?" ask Kinan.

"Gue, nitip you guys too, Kin. What are they buying?" ask Yani.

"They are again in Padang stalls he said, about the menu, klean type itself yes," replied Kinan.

"Uwookeyyy!" yani and Aziz answered in unison.

Kinan smiled. Then he refocused his mind on work that had been delayed. Look at the monitor screen in front of your eyes.

However, when her beautiful eyes were staring at the monitor screen, a shadow seemed to be reflected from the screen.

Seen there, the figure of a large-eyed, red-clothed woman was staring intently at him. Staring doesn't like.

"Astaghfirullah azim thing!!!" pekik Kinan, directly trace the table to the wheelchair he was sitting in retreat by himself. Luckily, Yani caught the chair.

"Astaghfirullah. astaghfirullah... astaghfirullah!" kinan said with a racing heartbeat. Yani and Aziz were surprised.

"What's wrong, Kin?" ask Yani, panic. Aziz was the same, the man immediately moved up and approached the trembling Kinan.

"Astaghfirullah hal azim.. Oh my God, Yan! What was that earlier, I was afraid of Yan!" said Kinan, while pulling the sleeve of Yani's shirt.

"Yes, what's wrong? You see what?" ask Yani.

"There are big eyes, glaring at me, Yan. Oh my God, I'm scared!" kinan answered nervously.

"Udah udan, lu istighfar. You drink this. Where was the water from Albert. Try to drink again" said Yani, then Aziz stepped to get the water bottle for Kinan.

Kinan received the water and looked at it. Yani and Aziz sat in front of Kinan. Waiting for the girl to calm down.

A few flirtatious passes, after Kinan calmed down, Yani again questioned the friend. "What did you see, Kin?"

"So there's mbak-mbak, pack pink clothes, ah. red what pink, faint, Yan. But glaring at my ngkiatin. That angry cake! Seriously, I'm not boong!" answer Kinan, stirring. Because he said it was as he saw it.

"Maybe he wants your acquaintance, Kin!" said Aziz, a little joking.

"Come, ogah! seremes Ziz. Crazy contact with such goods. Ah, I want to work again." Kinan chose to continue his work and left the two annoying men behind.

Maybe Aziz thought what Kinan said was just a joke. But not with Yani. This man believed that what his best friend said was true. Because he himself could also feel that they were in this room not only three. But there were other people watching them.

Yani did not convey what he saw and felt. Because he did not want to make these two friends afraid. Yani did not want to make the atmosphere in this room become gripping with openness.

"Eh, is he quiet?" ask Aziz kepo.

"Ah no, all is okay. I'm working.later if Sam's angry, I'll get it!" yani.

"Yes, yeah, that's it, anyway!" answer Aziz. Then the young man returned to his desk.

Aziz is different from Kinan. However, forgetting the experience he had just experienced, was not as easy as turning the palm of the hand.

Although some time he tried to brush off the shadow, the shadow seemed to be getting closer and more intimate. Kina was upset by herself.

To ward off the fear that now attacks him, Kinan also chose to send a text message to his best friend, the Tya.

"Yes, what else?" write Kinan.

"Regular, again work. Why kangen? We haven't had five minutes apart, Wak?" reply Tya while joking, as usual.

"Yes, I know.. Uh wak. I want this story!" write Kinan again.

Unfortunately, Kinan did not continue their conversation. There's a phone call. So Kinan also undoes his intention to tell what he experienced to his best friend.

Seriate...