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You Have To Die!

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By Wulan Kusuma DewiPublished about a month ago 3 min read

The first night, I woke up from a deep sleep. The clock showed 2 a.m. I felt a bit cold and reached for the bolster beside me. However, the bolster felt heavy, as if something was holding it down. I squinted to see more clearly. To my shock, the bolster had transformed into a terrifying ghost.

I immediately woke up, but the nightmare wasn't over. On my bed, there were not just one but five ghosts surrounding my sleeping area. I glanced at the clock, which still showed 2 a.m. I tried banging on the bedroom door, but it was locked from the outside. Yet, I distinctly remembered the latch being on the inside. I shouted for my sister, but no sound came out. I could only move my thumb, and suddenly, I truly woke up from the dream.

The second night, I had the same nightmare. When the clock struck 2 a.m., I woke up and reached for the bolster beside me. Once again, it felt heavy and transformed into a terrifying ghost. I woke up to find five ghosts around my bed. I struggled to open the door that was locked from the outside, screamed silently, and finally moved my thumb to wake up for real.

After waking from that nightmare, it didn't take long for me to quickly leave my room, which was indeed not locked. I headed to my sister's room. She was on the phone, looking relaxed. I checked the clock, and sure enough, it was 2 a.m.

When I told my sister about the events, she just weird laughed and said, "The same nightmare two nights in a row? That's a bit strange, but it's just a dream."

The third night, I decided to stay awake until 2 a.m. However, right when the clock struck 2 a.m., my sister knocked on my door and entered. She spoke seriously, "We need to talk." I nodded and listened.

"For the past two nights, I've been having the same dream as you," she said. "In my dream, I hear you screaming, but no sound comes out. I try to open the door but can't."

We stared at each other in silence, horrified by the fact that we both had the same dream. At that moment, we heard a knock on the door. The knock was very clear in the middle of the night.

With fear, we opened the door. No one was outside. However, on the floor, we found a note. The note read, "This dream is not over. You have to die!"

My sister and I stood still, feeling the hairs on the back of our necks rise. What was actually happening? Why did we both have the same dream? And who left that note? We didn't know the answers, but one thing was certain that night, neither of us slept again, staying alert for what might happen next.

Desperate for answers, we decided to seek help. The next day, we visited a local spiritual advisor and recounted our experiences. The advisor listened intently before providing an answer.

The shocking revelation was that the ghosts were sent by a 'santet' (an attempt to harm someone from a distance using black magic) from our neighbor across the street, targeting my brother and me out of spite caused by something our parents had said.

The spiritual advisor suggested that we either dispose of it or return it to the sender, warning that if we chose to return the 'santet', the senders would die and we would be condemned to hell for eternity.

But in the end, we just chose to dispose of it, taking this as a lesson to be more mindful of our words to avoid hurting others.

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