THE GHOST OF THE DUTCH GIRL HEAD

My name is Dini. The incident started in the days when I was up late spending time at night working on my thesis. I'm not afraid to work on my thesis late into the night, because nothing has ever happened, so I feel normal. Until one night, when I was still awake with my computer on, I felt the atmosphere in my room was different from usual.

The air in my room was very cold at that time, even though I didn't have the fan on, and the window was tightly closed, but it's very outside. normal cold. I got off the carpet and grabbed the blanket and sat down at the computer to continue typing. The cold air was getting worse and made me shiver even more.

My hand took the glass near the computer table with the intention of drinking. But I felt the glass very cold, and finally I unconsciously released the glass from my hand. I wonder, didn't I just fill it with warm water? The cold water spilled on the carpet in my room. My hand then reached for the tissue and wiped the carpet.

Suddenly there is a noise. I immediately looked up because almost every night there were rats running on the roof of my boarding room. Sometimes the noise was too much, it sounded like something had fallen from above. I've often reported this to the boarding house keeper, but never been ignored.

I took the glass that was lying on the carpet, then stood up and walked a little towards the dispenser. I don't know where the sound came from, suddenly .....

"Early ... Early ..."

I heard someone calling my name, and then a chuckle followed. Suddenly my eyes went wild, my body froze and suddenly the hair on my neck bristled. Did I hear wrong? I looked around the room and there was no one. I thought, it's just my hallucinations.

I then continued typing on the computer. Not long after I sat down, suddenly the sound from the roof came again. This time the sound was almost like that of a large walking beast. I leaned my face up. And ASTAGA ... !!! A pale white woman's face suddenly popped out of the ceiling of my room. His lips grin while calling my name and interspersed with his scary sweet laugh.

I just sat there, my eyes straightened to look at the creepy figure. I can not move my body, my lips stammer. That terrifying face kept moving, and gradually became a human head that appeared above the ceiling.

Stumbling, my mouth muttered to read a prayer. That's all I think can drive him away quickly. And thank goodness, the blonde hair girl's head is now gone.

I took a breath and calmed myself down, cold sweat mixed with fear. I can only sit there still, weak and helpless. My body is shaking, in my mind I can still imagine how a head pierces the ceiling of my room? In the panic, suddenly there was a very loud roar from the roof of my room. His voice was almost like a mouse running. Or don't you think it's not rats running over my room, but .....

Not long ago I was daydreaming, suddenly the ceiling of my boarding room collapsed in front of me, followed by the fall of an object right in my lap. When I saw it was the head of a woman whose face I saw just now. I stood up and threw the head of the blonde haired woman.

I screamed, while the head rolled and flew here and there. I sat limp and could only read prayer again. Finally, the woman's head floated to the hollow ceiling and then disappeared into the darkness.

I immediately came out of the room and approached the boarding house guard who happened to be not far from my boarding house. I told him everything, and invited him to check it out.

Carrying a broomstick and a small flashlight, he slammed the broomstick against the ceiling of my room. After a while he stopped looking at me with a face full of fear. He came down and gave me a photo. In the photo clearly depicts a Dutch woman whose face is the same as the face of the head that fell on my lap earlier. I don't understand, what happened and why with this photo, then what does it have to do with me?

Suddenly the boarding house guard patted me on the shoulder and then the man told me, if this boarding house was a Dutch women's dormitory. When the Japanese came to Indonesia, many women living in this hostel were raped, tortured and killed, and some were beheaded. Then this dormitory was burned down and rebuilt, so many of them whose bodies were still buried and became curious spirits.

I was just silent hearing that. What's in my mind, so all this time what makes the noise on the roof of my boarding room is not a mouse, but a human head ... !!!