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THE MYSTERY OF HIGHLAND TOWER
The area is famous for the collapse of 1 block of a 12-storey condominium building that killed 48 residents at the end of 1993. This incident also caused the evacuation of 2 other blocks and these blocks were known for paranormal disturbances at the time even though it was almost 10 years after the collapse. original
After discussing and considering all possible possibilities, we agreed to continue the activity. To avoid an unwanted situation related to public order, we moved to the Highland Tower location after midnight.
At that time, I and my other friends, if I'm not mistaken, 6-7 people all joined the somewhat risky expedition. After arriving at the scene with the help of one of our friends who is skilled with the ins and outs of the area, we had to take some time to park the vehicle and find the entrance to the abandoned Highland Tower block area. After finding a suitable entrance we managed to enter the area of the collapsed block site.
Our arrival at that time was greeted with a very strong smell of Chinese plugs. It kept bringing that horrible aroma until some of my friends started to give up on continuing the activity. The choice was given to them whether to dare to leave it there or turn back to the car or even continue the activity with the rest of us. All agreed to continue the activity without division.
Approaching one of the remaining blocks, we could clearly see a memorial that was built for the victims who were killed during the collapse. The smell of the Chinese plug apparently came from the monument that may have been burned by the victim's family members because there were other offerings such as fruits that were still there.
After discussing for a while, we decided to enter the 5th to 6th floor of the condominium based on the existing and safe entrance without making a lot of noise or talking during the walk.
All with a very limited source of light from the flashlight in my friend's car. After all we were lucky that night because the full floating moon helped our lighting a little to move. Seeing the state of the building block that we decided to explore that night with the moonlight already made my hair start to stand on end.
After finding a suitable entrance and exploring the first 2 floors of the building by wandering around for a while in the area that can be entered on each floor, indeed the level is filled with drug addiction tools. It is certain that the level is the location of drug addicts to release their respective gins during the day.
We continued exploring to the 3rd floor, to go up to each floor we had to go through the stairs and to go through each of those stairs we had to queue due to the condition of the stairs and limited lighting sources.
All the time climbing the stairs to the three levels, I took the last position, which is to be the last person. The situation on the third level is cleaner because no charging equipment has been found, only the remains of furniture and household appliances have been found. Most of us at that time just observed the situation around us without saying much.
For me, as far as the first 3 levels, the creepiness is still ok and lukewarm. The incident that really tested my fear and horror started when we started moving up to level 4. Like the previous 3 levels we had to line up to go up the stairs and I once again took the last position and queued up waiting for my turn to go up the stairs.
This is when I felt a strong gust of wind behind me. The wind blew like something was running behind me. The first time I remembered the normal wind entering the building but it happened again. The second gust of wind made my hair stand up straight. My instinct continued to tell me that it was not a normal wind and that there was "something" that had started to make fun of me.
After my friends went up the stairs one by one, it was my turn as the last person. Along the way up the stairs, a friend of mine who was holding a lamp would shine for a moment behind to give light to the people behind.
When I started climbing the first 3 steps I could feel my left shoulder being held by "something" quite strongly. My feelings at that time were already pretty crazy and scared. If I follow my heart, I want to keep shouting, but thinking about the situation of my other friends, I just suppress that feeling.
When my friend who was holding the lamp pointed down, I felt the handle was released and I quickly climbed the stairs and tried to overtake the friend in front of me but he managed to stop me and forced me to stay behind.
As soon as my friend turned his light on again, I felt something holding my right shoulder again, this time still quite strongly. Surprised by that hold, I kept running and cut off how many of my other friends were in front of me, at that time I was approaching level 4 actually.
After hanging around for a while on the 4th level and I managed to control my feelings at that time. I continued to discuss with my other friends to stop at that point and go back down. The time at that time, if I'm not mistaken, was close to 3 in the morning.
I used the building's security reason not to go up to a higher level, after all, on the 4th level, many cracks were visible on the walls of the building. After everyone agreed and were satisfied with each other's feelings of horror, we started to go back down. At this point I don't dare to be in the last position. I took the middle position this time. At that time some of my friends started teasing me saying I was scared. I was just silent at that time.
Our trip down happened quickly and I myself no longer received any teasing. Once we got to the lowest level we continued to move out of the building and at that time I was once again left behind as the last person.
It was at that moment that I was greeted once again by a strong gust of wind in my ear this time. I kept running as fast as possible to overtake other friends. Maybe that was the last greeting of the "thing" as a sign of thanks and goodbye to me for daring to visit it.
In the car all the way back to the residential college, me and other friends who were sharing the car at that time kept quiet and treated each other's feelings. All because of the initial agreement to share all their feelings and experiences during the day tomorrow only.
When I got to my residential college, the first thing I did was look for a toilet because I couldn't bear to go to the small deck because of the coldness of the air conditioning in my friend's car. When I was washing my hands after having that little hadas, I noticed a mark in the toilet mirror at that time, which was a mark on my shirt on the shoulder. I happened to be wearing a fairly bright shirt at the time.
I continued to open the shirt and the first thing I noticed was a rather dirty mark in the shape of a palm on both sides of the shoulder of the shirt. This confirmed that there really was 'something' holding my shoulder and it wasn't just my feelings.
Because I was surprised, I ran to the room to change clothes and tried to sleep even though I noticed something else in the toilet mirror, I just ignored it because I was sure of the truth, which was my beautiful body and my face that was too handsome. Maybe that's what attracted the attention of the "thing" that bothered me earlier.
The effect remained my own secret until the moment I typed this story without telling anyone even when other friends shared their horror experiences the next day as promised.
What do you all think that 'something' is?
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