True Stories/Legends Based In Indonesia (Asia)

Story 1: The 3 Other People.

As you know from my description my name is Oriana and i come from Indonesia. If you're wondering, yes, the picture above is of my house that ill be writing about on this page.

Some of you might not know the history and contents of Indonesia so i'll let you guys in on something, Indonesia is one of the most densely populated places in the world - back in the day, when not many people were living there, it was mostly areas of dark jungle and not much civilization. People struggle with their daily lives and most of them resorted to black magic and making connections with the "dead" (creatures called jinns similar to demons) to help them out. The dark energy still lingers around today, allowing the entities to stay.

I live in a city called Bandung but spent most of my life outside of Indonesia, only visiting for 3 months a year. Bandung is a 3 hour ride from the capital Jakarta. My house was on top of a hill; average sized, it was old, 2 stories high, dimly lit, - my grandma, 3 aunties, their husbands, and all together their 5 children (not including my family and I) all live in that house. Little did i know we weren't the only ones... There were 3 other "people" with us...

I've always felt uneasy whilst walking around the house, occasionally looking at the corners of the walls, feeling like there is heavier air there, i knew i wasn't alone. Unlike my cousins and one of my aunts called Fetty, i couldn't see them. Thank God.

My aunt Fetty and I was sitting in my room one day, it was about 8 PM at night and i was just browsing on my phone, bored as hell. I decided to ask her about the house and why i would feel uneasy at times. I remember she looked at me with a concerned look in her face, contemplating if she should tell me or not. I assured her that i knew it was something out of the ordinary so she proceeded to tell me about the 3 other people...:

First, the old man upstairs. She told me about a time where she was sleeping with her toe exposed and he would pinch them before chuckling and scurrying away through the windows that she kept open to let air in. Also, another time whilst she was sitting down she suddenly felt something press against her back like someone was leaning on to her, of course she didn't dare look back because she knew shell see something that she doesn't want to. It wasn't until she was about to close the window one day, late at night, that she caught him starring at her; he had a skinny, wrinkly face with his cheek bones exposed, his eyes were hollow - just black and his back was hunched over - she was so scared that she just shut her eyes and mumbled a Prayer, trying not to faint.

Second, the little girl in the garage, she said she knew about her from my older male cousin Tegar, he always worked on his motorcycle in the garage and would see her standing in the corner, he was so used to seeing "them" around he wasn't at all shocked or scared. There isn't really much to her, she would sometimes run around the garage knocking things over, making clanging noises at night.

Finally, the most terrifying and creepiest one to me - the lady in the bathroom. Every time i took a shower i couldn't help but to look up the long narrow ceiling that extended upwards above me. There is a little translucent window at the very top. Of course i didn't see anyone or anything however i couldn't help the uncomfortable feeling i had that something was there. I obviously could see it, but aunt Fetty could. She described that the lady was always there sticking onto the side of the wall with the palms of her hand and her knees, she had long scruffy black hair (stereotypical, and considered "normal" in Asian ghost stories), but her face. Oh God her face. I still get goosebumps whenever i think about it. Her eyes were wide opened but no pupils were present, they were white with streaks of red veins, she had a huge grin LITERALLY stretching the corner of her lips from ear to ear, her teeth were rotting and most of them looked like they were covered in wet blood. She was wearing a white night gown and looked down at whoever was showering. By the time aunt Fetty saw her she was already used to these creatures as well and ignored her presence. How on earth would you ignore that thing above your head? Seriously, like how.

After what i heard from my aunt i started sleeping in the same room with my parents and only showering in the day light where i felt safer.

*Side Note :

I know its not super scary yet and you guys would probably think this is some made up, cliche stereotypical story. Believe what you want. But I'm telling you now, my stories are different from the ones you find on creepy pasta and what not. My stories are real. Passed down from my family members or from myself.