"Which way are we going, Adnan?" Nadia whispered to me softly from behind my motorcycle.

"We'll take the back road. I know the way."

When I reached a swamp and a large banyan tree, I stopped and parked my scooter. Nadia got off, and I did the same. We crept slowly through the bamboo forest. Nadia followed behind me, occasionally glancing back to prevent her from taking a different route and continuing to follow me.

We passed a grave marked Pati Sahaga, or Grandpa Pati. I'd already asked my mother about it. She said that before she died, Grandpa Pati left a will to bury her behind her own house. She wanted to be in her own yard because she was used to living alone in this world.

The local community, who heard Grandpa Pati's will before her death, buried her behind her house. This is precisely where I was passing with Nadia. I crept back and arrived behind the late Grandpa Pati's house.

The community's assumption then became the origin of the horror in Mbah Pati's old house, where many reported that Mbah Pati's ghost haunted the area and frightened many at night.

Before her death, Mbah Pati herself left a will to the village head, Mr. Norman, and the village secretary to bury her behind her house.

So, I already knew about the story. However, Nadia knew about it too.

I crept back in, followed by Nadia. We were right behind Mbah Pati's house. I entered from the back because it was unlocked, and Nadia followed me.

I peeked through the gap in the window, which was full of holes. It was safe and unobtrusive. I entered through the door. Although it was locked, there was a way to open it by inserting my hand into the gap beside the door to unlock the horizontal wooden lock that closed from the inside.

Ngeekkk!

The door was open, as we were free from any fear during the day. This was probably the first time I'd entered this house since Mbah Pati's death. When I was in school, I'd been here several times.

"Let's go find something, Adnan," a soft voice startled me out of my reverie.

"Oh, that's right," I replied.

We entered, and the room didn't look like an old house from the back. Why wouldn't an abandoned house be so dirty? The people I'd seen earlier also entered through this back door, carrying boxes of kandi.

I became curious, "Let's split up, Adnan, and find out what's inside."

I was shocked, "Not Nadia, we have to stay together."

"Just tell her Adnan's scared!" Nadia looked annoyed.

"It's not like that, I'm worried about you, Nadia, that's all."

"Hmmm... preeeet," Nadia seemed to stick out her lower lip, making her look even more beautiful. Hehehehe.

I also told Nadia about seeing some people carrying white kandi into the house a few days ago. Hearing that, Nadia became curious and invited me to find out what the candle was.

We entered several rooms, silently, but there was no one and nothing. However, we noticed something in one of the rooms.

Something struck me as odd.

Nadia and I stared blankly at it. One of the rooms, once used by the late Mbah Pati, was very tidy. It even had a very nice spring mattress.

The surroundings were plain, but there was a mirror for dressing up.

"How can a room that's no longer occupied be this clean and have a dressing table?" Nadia became curious.

"There's no way a ghost would be doing her makeup at night, right, Nadia?"

Nadia looked at me, her eyes wide.

"Sorry, just kidding."

We searched the other room, still empty. Nothing, so tired, I sat in the kitchen, sitting on a board that looked like a table, but the bottom was covered with boards.

"There must be something here!" Nadia was still curious about what was hidden in that old house. However, I wanted to leave immediately; I was starting to feel like the house was giving off a floral scent and something strange.

"Come on, Nadia, let's go home now."

Nadia was annoyed again, "Wait a minute, Adnan. We have to find another clue. That room is still a mystery."

"That's right," I got up from my seat, accidentally grabbing a small box behind my seat as I was about to stand. I accidentally pressed the box attached to the wall.

Clack!

The board I was sitting on shook, and I jumped. I was so shocked, and so was Nadia, who also stepped back from where she was standing.

There was something, we knew it. I moved the board that looked like a covered table, and the floor revealed a hole and a staircase leading down. Basement?

Nadia nodded, signaling that it needed to be checked. I followed Nadia down the stairs. We slowly entered, quite dark but still visible. The room was about 4 by 5 meters, about three meters from the floor of the house.

We were underground in that one room. There were many containers there, possibly the ones I saw behind the house the other day.

"There's no way fertilizer was stored underground, is there?"

Nadia passed me and saw a knife lying beside the container. She sat down, and I sat next to her.

She tore open the container slightly, and grains like flour poured out from the hole where the knife had cut.

The knife pierced the plastic inside the container, and the white grains continued to pour out. Nadia took a small amount and smelled it.

"This isn't flour," Nadia guessed.