Ghost Scratches in the middle of the Night.

This horror story began early last year. At that time, me and 4 other housemates were final semester students. Since there were only five of us, we decided to rent a single storey terrace house. On the first day of entering the house, I was shocked to see a very tall coin almost identical to a double storey house. My uncle once said that delicate things like to sit between a high roof and a floor. The problem is that the rent for 1 semester has already changed hands. Redha just sat there for a few months.

Every weekend two of our housemates (another course) would always come home. I don't know what the homesick problem is. So the three of us stay (same course). One night, we studied together at a dining table near the hall. I was facing the kitchen door, while they were both facing the main door of the house. While busy counting, we suddenly heard a loud noise from the direction of the kitchen door leading to the washing machine room. My eyes were round staring at the door.

My friend asked "does that sound like a monkey, sis?", I just shook my head but the fact that I knew that the frame of the iron bed leaning tilted in the washing machine room had hit the washing machine. . Slowly we walked to the kitchen. Because I'm the most 'sister', so I'm the one in front. I managed to reach for the kiwi knife I had just bought at tesco yesterday afternoon.

"Who is that?" I pretended to dare to ask. In my heart, why am I so busy that I have to give of myself, which is in fact hampeh. They both just followed from behind. As I was about to open the door, I closed my eyes while reading the verse of the chair aloud. I don't want to see anything. My friends in the back spotted a flirtatious but horrible creature perched on the beams of the bed frame. Then they pulled my hand and closed the door. I sat down on a packet of powdered soap. Alhamdulillah, there is no problem of peranakan falling.

"Sister, we saw you. Didn't we see? Do we want to do this!" I who did not see anything confused. "What do you see? I will say. Read the bismillah a lot. Do not forget the verse of the chair." Immediately I told them to take ablution and read yassin. When I think back, luckily it wasn't me who saw it.

As we read yassin, our house became hot all of a sudden. "You go open the window" towards me. Then keep reading. Suddenly the door of the house was clawed repeatedly. The grill iron is tapped. It's really confusing. Want to party rather. After reading yasin, we fenced the house. Then the noise disappeared.

The next day after the dawn prayers I wanted to see the front door. Obvious is the effect of scratching 3 nails. I can already imagine the landlord's face would be angry to see the condition of the door of the house like this. After that, I went to see the condition of the washing machine room, the bed iron that hit the washing machine was back in its original position. For a long time I thought, maybe they were angry because they entered the house that had been abandoned more than 3 days before we entered without asking permission. Maybe they want to orient us.

After the incident, we never left the house empty for more than 3 days. If you want to return to the village, take turns until the end of the semester.