When my family and I visited my grandmother's house in Ciamis, West Java, we happened to leave Jakarta at 12:00 noon and arrive in Ciamis Regency using a Nahwa travel bus just before sunset, having made frequent stops along the way. We would arrive at my grandmother's house in 30 minutes. However, my father wanted to use the restroom, and in the village, we stopped at a dimly lit roadside stall. The stall owner had a cold gaze. We asked to use his restroom, but he simply nodded. After my father relieved himself, my mother and I bought some snacks at the stall, such as cakes and bread, and two bottles of liquor. After we finished, we paid and collected the change. We arrived at my grandmother's house. Since it was late at night, we went straight to bed. The next day, I told my grandmother that my father had used the restroom at the stall at the intersection on our way to my grandmother's. To my surprise, my grandmother learned that there was no stall there. A fire had broken out a month ago, and all the occupants had died. The shop had been robbed and burned down by the thieves. In disbelief, we brought back the plastic bags containing the cakes and bread we'd bought there. It turned out all the food was burnt, and even the change had changed. We began to believe Grandma's story that the creature we'd encountered yesterday was a spirit.
When my family and I visited my grandmother's house in Ciamis, West Java, we happened to leave Jakarta at 12:00 noon and arrive in Ciamis Regency using a Nahwa travel bus just before sunset, having made frequent stops along the way. We would arrive at my grandmother's house in 30 minutes. However, my father wanted to use the restroom, and in the village, we stopped at a dimly lit roadside stall. The stall owner had a cold gaze. We asked to use his restroom, but he simply nodded. After my father relieved himself, my mother and I bought some snacks at the stall, such as cakes and bread, and two bottles of liquor. After we finished, we paid and collected the change. We arrived at my grandmother's house. Since it was late at night, we went straight to bed. The next day, I told my grandmother that my father had used the restroom at the stall at the intersection on our way to my grandmother's. To my surprise, my grandmother learned that there was no stall there. A fire had broken out a month ago, and all the occupants had died. The shop had been robbed and burned down by the thieves. In disbelief, we brought back the plastic bags containing the cakes and bread we'd bought there. It turned out all the food was burnt, and even the change had changed. We began to believe Grandma's story that the creature we'd encountered yesterday was a spirit.
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