I was a student at a university in Bandung, I was also one of the people who looked forward to Friday night. Not for semedi or performing a magical ritual, but to listen to one of the radio stations that presents the ghost stories of real experiences from people around bandung, where the motto "Never Hear the Side Nightmare Alone" yes its name nightmare side on ardan radio.
I do not care about his motto, because I never experienced any strange incident every time listening to the nightmare side alone. That's just the motto for nakutin little boy just think me.
All day I'm tired because my college duties are so piling up. I saw the clock was showing 10 nights, I finally can listen to the nightmare that has been kunanti for one week. I turned on the radio and searched for his channel, apparently the show has not started yet. When my eyes are getting tired of waiting and finally the show starts.
I listen to the story while lying on the mattress. Apparently now is telling someone who met with pocong in his own home. I listened to the story and finally unconsciously closed my eyes.
A voice wakes me up, it sounds like a snore. Was it possible that my father was sleeping and snoring in the next room. But after I heard it more clearly it sounds very heavy and not far from me. At that moment I turned my position, looked at the cupboard at the far end of the room. Seen the figure of a white creature wrapped in a cloth was looking at me.
I wanted to get out but the pocong was right next to the door, I just screamed for people in my house to hear and help me. The pocong was suddenly in front of me, with his very horrible black face and staring blankly at me. I tried to regulate my breath and soon I woke up, it was just a nightmare. I listen to the radio is still playing nightmare show. And still in the same story. It turns out I just fell asleep for a few minutes.
I turned it off because I am now scared. My body had a cold sweat. I was thirsty to drink water from the fridge. I went out to the kitchen which was dark because the kitchen light had been turned off. I went to the light switch and I caught a glimpse of a white shadow running across the dining table. But I do not think much about it. Because maybe that's just my imagination.
I opened the fridge, took the water bottle and put it into the glass I had brought with me. And at that moment I felt cold from behind me. Again I did not care. Until when I closed the refrigerator and turned back my body. I see there is a pocong, the creature is very similar to the pocong in my dream earlier. She was only a few centimeters from my face. It smells like a rotten carcass.
I immediately fell down because it was not strong with the smell and his face is very creepy, I can see clearly his eyes are dirty and very dry, usually normal human eyes always watery. But this is horrible. I was silent for a while, my body was like a sculpture, my voice was stuck, could not scream at all.
After a long time the pocong disappeared like a breeze toward the outside. I can finally move my body. I knocked on my parents' room door. With a puzzled look my father opened the door while I told him that I saw the ghost pocong earlier. My dad checked all over the house, but the creature seemed to be gone.
My father did not believe what I saw. He said it might just be my imagination for just listening to the nightmare. I can only sit down limply, the next day I told my friend on campus, he is also one of the listener loyal nightmare side. He said if you listen to the nightmare side alone, spirits will also come to listen with us. Perhaps the spirits are happy when his name is called, and just like what you read today.
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