The Haunting of Rumah Hantu

It was a cool evening in the bustling city of Jakarta, Indonesia. The city was alive with the hum of traffic, the call of street vendors, and the bright lights that pierced through the haze of smog. But amidst the life of this sprawling urban landscape stood a house that time had forgotten, or perhaps, one that no one dared remember.

The house, known to the locals as "Rumah Hantu" (The Haunted House), was located on the outskirts of Jakarta, near a once-thriving neighborhood now swallowed by creeping overgrowth and crumbling buildings. The house had been abandoned for decades, its once-grand architecture now in ruins. Its windows were dark, its walls peeling with time, and its roof sagged under the weight of forgotten years.

Rumors had long circulated about the house. They said that the house had once belonged to a wealthy family—the Sutrisno family—who mysteriously vanished one fateful night, leaving everything behind. The most chilling part of the legend was the claim that their spirits had never left.

The tale began in the early 1970s. The Sutrisno family, headed by a successful businessman named Pak Sutrisno, was known for their wealth and opulence. They lived in a large mansion that stood proudly in one of Jakarta’s prestigious neighborhoods. Pak Sutrisno had a wife, Ibu Sutrisno, and three children—two sons and a daughter. The family was loved by the community, known for their charity work and grand parties. Everything seemed perfect.

That was until one stormy night in 1973.Chapter 1: The Disappearance

On that night, the Sutrisno family invited several close friends over for a dinner party. As the evening wore on, the storm outside grew fiercer. The winds howled, and rain battered against the windows, as though nature itself was warning them. Yet, the family and their guests remained inside, unaware of the terror that would unfold.

At some point during the evening, there was a loud crash of thunder, followed by an eerie silence that fell over the house. When the guests tried to speak, they found themselves unable to make a sound, as though something in the air had choked out their voices.

Then, the Sutrisno family suddenly disappeared.

The guests searched the house, calling out for the family, but they were nowhere to be found. It was as though the earth had swallowed them whole. The police were called, but no clues were ever discovered. There was no sign of forced entry, no evidence of a struggle, and no reason for their disappearance. It was as if the Sutrisno family had vanished into thin air.

Chapter 2: The Legend of Rumah Hantu

In the years that followed, the mansion slowly deteriorated, abandoned by the community. However, strange happenings began to plague the area. People who lived nearby would hear unexplained sounds in the dead of night—soft cries, the sound of furniture moving, and whispers that seemed to come from nowhere.

Some claimed they saw figures at the windows, pale faces staring out at the world, though no one was ever able to confirm it. Others spoke of an overwhelming sense of dread that seemed to settle over the house, a feeling of being watched by unseen eyes. And, most chilling of all, some claimed they saw the figures of the Sutrisno family wandering the property, their faces blank and emotionless.

Rumors spread that the Sutrisno family had made a deal with something dark—perhaps even demonic—to ensure their wealth and success. Others whispered that the family had become the victims of a curse, forever bound to the house, unable to escape the supernatural forces they had invited into their lives.

Chapter 3: The Curse of the House

A few years later, a group of college students, eager to experience the thrill of a haunted house, decided to spend the night in Rumah Hantu. Among them was Sari, a young woman with a keen interest in the paranormal. She had heard the stories but was determined to uncover the truth behind the legend.

Sari, along with her friends, entered the dilapidated house late one evening. Armed with only flashlights and their curiosity, they made their way through the house’s dark corridors. The air was thick with dust, and the house groaned under the weight of time, as if warning them to turn back.

But Sari pressed on.

The group reached the main living area, where the grand chandelier still hung, though its crystals had long since tarnished. It was here that the Sutrisno family had last been seen. As they set up their equipment—cameras, recorders, and EMF detectors—the atmosphere began to shift. The temperature dropped, and a thick fog rolled in from the corners of the room.

Then, they heard it.

A faint sound at first—a soft whisper. It was so quiet that it could have been the wind, but as the whispers grew louder, they became clear.

"Get out..."

Sari's heart pounded in her chest. The room seemed to spin, and the air grew heavy with an oppressive presence. The whispers turned into voices, and then the voices into full-blown cries of pain and anguish.

Suddenly, the lights flickered, and the group was plunged into darkness. The sound of footsteps echoed through the house, but there was no one to be seen.

In a panic, Sari and her friends scrambled to find their way out. But as they moved, they realized they couldn’t leave. The door that they had entered through had vanished, replaced by a solid wall of wood and plaster. The house had trapped them inside.

Chapter 4: The Spirit’s Vengeance

As the night wore on, the students began to see things. Shadows moved along the walls, and figures appeared in the corners of their eyes, always just out of reach. Sari felt a cold hand brush against her shoulder, and when she turned, no one was there.

Then, the figure of a woman appeared in front of them. Her hair was wild, her clothes tattered, and her eyes were dark pools of sorrow. It was Ibu Sutrisno, the wife of the missing family.

"You shouldn’t have come," she whispered, her voice soft but chilling. "Now, you will never leave."

The house seemed to come alive with the spirits of the Sutrisno family. The students screamed as they were pulled into the darkness, their bodies tossed and twisted as the house devoured them one by one. Sari was the last to remain conscious, staring in horror as the spirits closed in around her.

Epilogue: The House Remains

The next morning, the police arrived at Rumah Hantu to find the house just as it had always been—empty and decaying. The students who had gone inside were never found. Only their equipment remained, scattered throughout the house, with their cameras still rolling.

To this day, Rumah Hantu stands abandoned, a silent monument to the terror that lurks within. The house is still there, hidden in plain sight, waiting for the next curious soul to stumble upon it.

And the whispers? They still echo through the night, calling out to those who dare to listen.

The End

The house may be gone, but its curse lives on.