Story: Do not be greeted I Know Who He is

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So the beginning of this story, at that time my four of my friends hanging out on the bridge. Understandably yes yes still young and still stubborn. At that time I still remember even though the incident was a long time ago, in 2007. We are in this fun hanging out our origins come from the jungle out of durian, nah where the durian tree is near the bridge not far away, well near the tree durian it's a temanggung grave, I do not know who temanggung deh.

In our cottage, we told stories that were indecent after a long time of telling the story of warm air. Cold came at the same time and we turned the story, telling horror when cool telling in a lighter light, quiet and fog we heard the faint from a distance came the sound of the cry of a woman crying, but we ignored it while we told the durian tree near our hut there are fruits fell, so we told our friends call it dandy.

At first he refused to look for the fallen durian, but we forced him to look for him, so he said I was looking, when he looked, we just see from the hut while telling stories. I do not know how this dandy flashlight lost no cahanya not know where to go, we were looking to continue looking and finally found him behind the durian tree while holding the fruit he had been looking for, but strangely he was like a daze in asked instead silent, stunned him.

Until he finally we bring to the cottage duriannya I take, I smell the smell of fragrant right, but I was surprised why, time in the * oath * empty contents. It's empty, but it's fragrant and heavy this durian, but I'm quiet, but we're surprised this dandy is silent mulu, talks sober, so he talks us again looking durian mbah he said, while we are all young, so I am confused, I open my eyes, shocked I asked for mercy was in the place of the durian tree, a lot of corpses lying blood everywhere that I hear I see many who cry for help cry all complete.

I, as well as this dandy sukmanya in the pull by the watchman of the durian tree was one-eyed, the height of approximately adults standing up to his knees alone, so I pleaded with God to pray for this dandy soul to return to his body. By greeting me with the guardian there, we want to return, after dandy realized we were rushing to fix our things and go.

After a long walk, we reached the bridge that became the beginning of this story, when we arrived at the bridge, we rested, and in the river, if the eyes of the innumerable crocodiles and if further in view the bridge is the gate and there is a magical kingdom in the banyan tree not far from the durian tree we are guarding, but I am reluctant to discuss it with my two friends, we are sitting on the bridge.

So I closed my eyes, before I smoked I asked for permission to take a break and allowed the gateway guard, then I ngerokok and told my two friends do not chat impolite because we at home I say people have not finished my cigarette from where I sit, I hear a small groan of women from a distance, and my friend is just call it a spirit, that's gini talking, try to have a nice girl we say he's so.

Not long after that there is a long-haired woman, red shirt, wearing a black bag, at that time of the night so so naturally, maybe this dandy word girl in live girlfriend, not long ago dandy say this woman stopped at the edge of the bridge while crying, in greetings, I know who he is, is indeed my guess. She was a whining woman as in the middle of the story she jumped and laughed as she laughed in what sounds the bright light from the bridge was lit up, surprised we were not playing.

I understand my energy and their energy rubbing together, I see backward, the woman is beautiful woman, but the crime of the person who made him died he was raped, killed, thrown into the bridge and his soul held by the crocodile in the river . Finally I was unable to hold back my tears, I just prayed that he was calm and I searched for the rest of his body was still in the river, until I could not survive because of the negative energy that struck me, it was not just one or two but many, until I unconscious again.