😱 Pocong at the Door
Riki was alone in his new boarding house near the old cemetery, engrossed in a game on the second floor, at 2:00 a.m. in the morning. THUMP! THUMP! The sound of heavy jumping on the stairs leading up to the second floor. Riki froze, smelling the scent of frangipani flowers and wet earth. The jumping stopped right in front of his door. From behind the door, a hoarse voice came: "Please... open... my... fan..." Riki closed his eyes, clutching his phone under the blanket. Suddenly, he felt the rough texture of a shroud against his face. Something heavy was pressing down on him. He opened his eyes. The shroud was standing right above him. The dull white cloth, gaping red eyes, and the rope around his head were clearly visible. The shroud bent down and whispered into Riki's ear: "Help. I... can't..." Riki screamed hysterically. He was found unconscious, his body stiff. The stench of decay and grave soil permeated his room, proof that the shroud had indeed visited.
Stake : Pilat123