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1. The Digital Camera and the Phantom Shadows at Lawang Sewu
The towering colonial building in the heart of Semarang is more than just an ordinary tourist destination. Lawang Sewu holds more than just history—it is said to be home to the unseen. Adi Purwantoro, a resident of Bukit Kencana Jaya, experienced a mystery that still sends shivers down his spine to this day.
While attending an exhibition there, Adi decided to take a photo of himself in front of the main entrance using his digital camera. He took five shots. But only one made his jaw nearly drop—two faint shadowy figures appeared out of nowhere, despite the same background and position, with no one else around.
Curious, Adi showed the printed photo to the building’s caretaker, Mbah Bejo. With a sharp gaze and a trembling voice, Mbah Bejo revealed that the figures were believed to be the spirits of Japanese soldiers who supposedly met a grim end in the building’s basement. Strangely, Adi admitted he didn’t feel fear while there—only an invisible pressure… as if being watched from behind the silent, ancient walls.
Would you dare to take a photo there and see the results?
2. Who Took Zaki Up the Sugar Palm Tree?
In our village, an unwritten rule exists: "Children must be home before the Maghrib call to prayer." But Zaki, my six-year-old nephew, refused to believe in horror stories—until one day, he disappeared.
We panicked. A search began. Torches were lit, pots and pans were banged, and Zaki’s name was called repeatedly. Then… a villager pointed upward. Zaki was there—dirty, pale, and… wearing clothes that weren’t his.
After a spiritual cleansing, Zaki confessed that a beautiful woman had emerged from the trees, hugged him, and offered him food. Luckily, he refused. The village elders said that food was no ordinary treat—it was a trick that, if touched, could render him mute forever.
Who was that woman? Some believe she was Omas, the spirit of a barren woman who saw children as an outlet for her longing.
And since that night… Zaki has never stepped outside when dusk falls.
3. The Dark Inheritance of the Midwife
I come from a family of midwives. The supernatural is no stranger to me. But the incident in Majasto Village when I was ten became a turning point that shook my life.
As I passed the village gate, I saw an old man floating, reaching for my hand. I took it without suspicion. Instantly, the motorcycle I was riding crashed—despite the smooth road. The figure vanished, but the story had only just begun.
At Mbah Buyut’s house, I was told to smoke a corn-husk cigarette. Afterward, my eyes saw a different world—shadows of small children, a woman in red, and the old man reappearing. They didn’t speak… only stared as if judging.
Weeks later, my mother—who had never studied massage—suddenly became a midwife. But then, a mysterious illness struck her. On the night she died, those three figures returned… and they looked at me. Just before her last breath, she whispered, "I’m sorry, my child… I won’t be able to stay with you."
Now, they still search for me. Waiting. Perhaps… they’ve already chosen.
4. The Road Back from the Dark World
As a teenager, I fell into my uncle’s dark world—a world of black magic and pacts with supernatural beings. For a while, I felt invincible. A white stone from Mbah Buyut’s grave allowed me to "see" and "feel" things beyond ordinary human perception.
But everything changed when my father, who had long distanced himself due to differing beliefs, revealed secrets from my past. That I had nearly died at birth. That I was meant to be a child of light, not a successor of darkness.
The decision to throw the white stone into the Bengawan Solo River made the dark world revolt. A fanged woman began haunting me. My own family shunned me.
Yet I stood firm. I chose the path back. Even though shadows of the past still follow… I know light can still prevail.
5. The Black-Cloaked Woman on a Silent Night
Santo just wanted to go home after watching TV at a neighbor’s house. But that night, his path led him past an old, haunted school building.
At first, everything seemed normal. Until an icy chill pierced his bones. In the distance, a black-cloaked woman appeared. Her face was unclear, but Santo froze. The moment he realized she wasn’t human, his body moved on its own—running as if death chased him.
No one believed him until he told the story. And to this day, no villager knows who that woman was. But one thing is certain: that school building is never empty, even when it appears to be.
To be continued...
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