The Haunting in the Abandoned Village

The night was darker than usual when Bayu , Rudi, and Sinta stepped into the abandoned village. The trees swayed eerily, their branches scratching against each other as the cold wind howled through the empty streets.

"This place feels... wrong," Sinta muttered, hugging herself as a chill ran down her spine.

"We're just here to prove that the legends aren't real," Bayu said, though his voice lacked confidence.

The village had been abandoned for years. No one dared to enter after the stories of strange sightings and disappearances spread among the locals. Some claimed to hear voices whispering their names at night. Others swore they saw figures standing in the windows of empty houses.

Still, curiosity got the best of them. Armed with flashlights, they walked past crumbling houses with broken windows and doors hanging loosely from their hinges. The village looked frozen in time—like its former residents had simply vanished, leaving everything behind.

Then, the air around them grew unnaturally cold.

A faint footstep echoed from behind them.

They all turned sharply.

No one was there.

Yet, the sound continued—slow, deliberate steps on the gravel road.

"We should go back," Sinta whispered, gripping Rudi’s arm.

But before they could move, something whispered their names.

The Presence in the House

Bayu took a deep breath. "One house. Just one. Then we leave."

They approached the largest house at the end of the street. The door was slightly ajar, inviting them inside. The wooden floor creaked under their feet as they stepped in.

The house was eerily intact—as if someone still lived there. A dusty dining table remained set with plates and utensils. A broken clock on the wall still ticked, though the hands never moved past midnight.

"Guys... look at this," Rudi pointed at a cup of tea sitting on the table.

The liquid inside was still warm.

Sinta shuddered. "This isn't possible. No one's lived here for decades."

Then, something moved in the corner of the room.

A rocking chair swayed gently, as if someone had just left it.

Bayu turned his flashlight toward the chair, but it was empty.

"Let’s go," Rudi whispered.

But just as they turned to leave, a shadow passed by the window.

A woman in white stood there, her head slightly tilted, her empty eyes locked onto them.

She was smiling.

Then, in a blink, she disappeared.

The Horror Unfolds

Panic surged through them. They ran upstairs, hoping to find another exit.

The hallway was narrow and dimly lit, the wallpaper peeling off in large chunks. At the end of the hallway, a door stood slightly open, revealing a dark room.

Bayu hesitated. "We have to check—"

Before he could finish, the door slammed shut on its own.

Sinta screamed.

The entire house groaned as if something ancient and unseen was waking up. The walls trembled, the wooden floor beneath them shuddered.

Then, a voice whispered from the darkness:

"Why did you come here?"

The woman from the window stood at the top of the stairs, her pale lips curling into a grin. Her feet didn’t touch the floor—she was floating.

Rudi stumbled backward, knocking over a cabinet. "Run!"

Bayu grabbed Sinta’s hand and bolted down the stairs. They could hear the footsteps following them, growing faster, heavier.

As they reached the front door, it slammed shut before they could escape.

The temperature dropped to freezing cold. The whispers turned into distorted laughter, echoing all around them.

The lights of their flashlights flickered and died.

The Escape That Never Happened

In complete darkness, they heard shuffling—something was moving toward them.

Then, a cold hand gripped Bayu’s wrist.

He screamed, blindly kicking and struggling. His fingers fumbled for the door handle, yanking it open with all his strength.

Light flooded in from outside.

The grip on his wrist vanished.

Without looking back, they ran out of the house, past the crumbling village, and didn’t stop until they reached the main road.

Only when they were far enough did they dare to turn around.

The village was silent again, as if nothing had happened.

But in the window of the largest house, the woman in white still stood there, watching them.

And as they gasped for breath, they heard it one last time—

"You’ll come back… Won’t you?"

They chose a house that still seemed sturdy enough to stay in. As the night grew deeper, a chilling cold crept in. Their campfire flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

At exactly midnight, a knocking sound echoed from the window.

Tok... tok... tok...

Rudi turned. The window was shut tight, yet the knocking continued.

"Is someone outside?" Bayu asked, his voice shaking.

There was no reply.

Sinta, who had felt uneasy since they arrived, murmured, "We shouldn’t be here."

Suddenly, the knocking turned into a furious pounding as if something was trying to break in.

BANG!

Without hesitation, they huddled in a corner, gripping their flashlights. The banging stopped, but the air in the room changed. A cold wind seeped in, and footsteps echoed from above—despite the house having only one floor.

The Second Night: The Figure at the Door

Despite the terrifying experience, they chose to stay another night. But as the darkness deepened, an ominous presence filled the air.

Outside the house, a faint sobbing could be heard. Someone crying softly.

"Who’s there?" Sinta whispered, hesitantly moving toward the door.

When Rudi bravely cracked the door open, his flashlight flickered and dimmed. In the darkness, he saw the silhouette of a tall, thin figure with its head tilted as if watching them intently.

"Come... in..." a raspy voice whispered.

The door suddenly slammed shut with a loud bang. Objects in the house shook violently, and the air became heavy as if something unseen was lurking nearby.

Bayu tried to recite a prayer with a trembling voice, but the presence outside grew stronger.

Footsteps circled the house, and a dark shadow slithered past the window.

"I don’t want to die here!" Sinta cried out.

Without thinking, they grabbed their belongings and bolted out of the house. But as they reached the village’s main road, a soft, chilling laughter echoed behind them.

They turned back—only to see the shadowy figure standing at the doorway, grinning with empty eyes.

A Terrifying End

Rudi, Bayu, and Sinta managed to escape the cursed village. But the terror did not end there.

Every night after that incident, they all had the same nightmare—a shadowy figure standing in the corner of their room, watching silently.

And every morning, wet footprints appeared on their bedroom floor…