The Empty House Terror
Mayang Turn

Rain still rained in the area. Kinan did not dare to sit at his own desk. He chose to sit next to Yani. Occupy Albert's desk.

"Yan, don't you mind if I'm next to you?" ask Kinan, with an emotional state that is still unstable.

"Yes, Kin, not pa-pa. I work, do not think macem-macem," replied Yani, trying to make Kinan comfortable. In fact, he himself also shuddered.

Quietly it turns out that Yani also saw the figure from the tip of her eye. The figure Kinan saw on his monitor screen. Yani was sure, because the figure was exactly the same as what Kinan said. And that figure is now next to him. He looked at the two of them with a dislike look.

In that room, only Aziz was calm. Because only he is insensitive or rather only he who has not been disturbed.

Thirty minutes passed, their three friends who were in charge of taking care of the license for the new warehouse, had already returned.

"Assalamualaikum." said the three of them in unison. With a happy face of course, because their work did not experience the slightest obstacle.

"Waalaikumsalam... how safe is it?" answer Aziz. Kinan and Yani greeted the three friends with smiles.

Mayang who felt strange with his two friends, of course, immediately asked, "You two why, Wak? You sick? or the wind?"

"No, I'm good. What are you, Kin?" yani replied, glancing back at a woman who kept staring dislike at him.

"Gu-gu-I'm good too," replied Kinan, nervously. Because he again felt the strangeness in this room.

"Thank God, uh Wak. Frans's wife was wrong. He said the area was flood free. Whaaat! No in front of got spilled. Thankfully, my bike did not strike. Not to mention on the highway, the road is so bad. Holy jeez!" lian grumbled, annoyed.

"really? If the test does not subside, our address deh ginep," saut Aziz.

"Nginep is also not pa-pa, Wak. I'm masakin" said Hilda.

"Seriously?" asked Aziz, enthusiastic.

"Iye, just calm down. What matters is the material, Wak!" answer the girl.

"There, ama Frans has filled it. Just in case you want to cook again. Instant noodles are there too, right?"

"However, I wrote yesterday when the children who move goods ask for money to shop," replied Kinan, always admin in their group.

"Tu, our logistics are safe anyway. Who was dong!" reply Mayang, with his special joke. They also laughed happily.

"Okay, I'm sure the three of you are definitely hungry. You three better eat. Before the rally ama anakonda in the gut klean. I'll take a plate, all right, have a ballon?" ask Mayang, spirit.

"Good, thank you very much, Wak. Tau aja we are trembling gegara laper. You're very good, Wak. Hope to see a mate," replied Aziz, a little joking.

"Aamiin, thank you, Wak! May the angels hear and follow your prayers," Mayang replied as he stepped into the kitchen Of course to get the dishes for his three friends.

However, in the middle of the road, Mayang's steps stopped. Because he smelled a bad aroma there.

"You what is this? Cake stinks of corpses. Uh, corpse, smell ******. Cook in a house this good there's a corpse. I-I'm-I'm, oh I'm!" muttered Mayang, trying to amuse himself.

Mayang continued his journey. However, the closer he got to the kitchen, the more the unpleasant smell grew. Feeling uncomfortable, Mayang asked one of his friends to come to him and bring insect venom.

"Prim.. Hilda, here dong. Please bring me the Hit. The cake is here with this rat!" pinta Mayang with a voice to make it loud.

"What's wrong?" hilda asked as she eyed from the door of the room where she was.

"There's a dead mouse in the kitchen. Bauuu nyaaa!" mayang replied, couldn't stand it.

Pity to see Mayang almost ask, Hilda immediately ran while carrying the insecticide that Mayang wanted.

However, when Hilda reached where Mayang was. The smell was gone. Hilda was upset. "Well, there's no smell! You joke me, huh?" ask Hilda, furious.

"Eh, suddenly gone. There was Hil, I swear. Cook me boong. You saw myself vomiting. Like a dead rat, uh not a dead toad, ahhhh. The corpse that had been for days is that," replied Mayang explained.

"Yes, hand over you! You hammers!" hilda answered again, while handing the insect venom into Mayang's hands.

Mayang received the vial of insect venom. Looking at his friend's departure with a confused look. He felt strange about what he had just experienced.

Curious, Mayang also re-sniffed the smell that disturbed him earlier. Ensuring his sense of smell. Result nil. That unpleasant smell no longer exists.

"Maybe Hilda's right, I'm just a halu. Dah ah. " said Mayang trying to brush off the strange experience. Not wanting to be consumed by prejudice, Mayang also stepped back into the kitchen to take the cutlery for the three friends.

Seriate...