The Midnight Singing
Chapter 1: The New Place
It was almost midnight when Alia moved into her grandmother’s old house.
Her parents had to work overseas, so Alia, a 17-year-old girl from Jakarta, had no choice but to live with her grandma in a small village called Kampung Mawar.
The house was big, old, and quiet. Too quiet.
“I’m so happy you’re here, dear,” Grandma said with a smile. “But remember, don’t go outside after midnight.”
“Why?” Alia asked, half-joking. “Are there ghosts?”
Grandma didn’t answer. She just smiled — but not in a good way. It felt... forced.
Chapter 2: The First Night
Alia was tired. She unpacked, took a shower, and lay in bed scrolling on her phone.
The signal was weak. No Wi-Fi. She sighed.
“At least I downloaded a few songs,” she thought.
Then… she heard something.
A soft voice.
Singing.
🎵 “La la laaa... come and play… under the moonlight, don’t run away…” 🎵
Alia sat up, confused. The sound came from outside her window.
She peeked through the curtain.
No one was there.
Just the rice fields and the full moon.
She shook her head. “Maybe I’m just tired.”
Chapter 3: More Than a Dream
The next morning, Alia told Grandma about the singing.
“Oh, that’s nothing,” Grandma said quickly. “You probably dreamed it.”
But Alia wasn’t sure.
At school, she made a few friends — Rika, Bayu, and Wulan.
When she mentioned the singing, they went quiet.
“You heard it?” Wulan asked.
“You shouldn't have,” Bayu added.
“What are you talking about?” Alia asked.
Rika whispered, “The Midnight Singer. It’s an old ghost. She sings to call people out. And if you follow the sound…”
“You disappear,” Wulan finished.
Chapter 4: Curiosity
That night, Alia couldn’t stop thinking about the story.
Ghosts? Seriously? she thought. That’s just some old village tale… right?
But just past midnight… the singing returned.
🎵 “La la laaa... come and play… the moon is bright, don’t look away…” 🎵
This time, it was louder. Closer.
Alia’s body moved before her brain did. She got out of bed and walked to the front door like she was in a trance.
Her hand touched the doorknob.
But just before she opened it — a loud knock shook the door.
BAM BAM BAM!
She jumped back, heart racing.
“ALIIAA!!”
It was Rika, outside, shouting. “DON’T OPEN IT!”
Alia unlocked the door and pulled her in. “What are you doing here?!”
“I had a bad feeling. I saw the moon. I knew she’d come.”
Chapter 5: The Legend
The next day, Rika told Alia everything.
“Years ago, a girl named Sari lived in this village. She loved to sing. People said her voice could make flowers bloom.”
“But one night, something happened,” Bayu added, joining them. “Her parents died in a fire. She went mad. She walked into the fields singing... and never came back.”
“Since then, people hear her song. Always at midnight. And if you follow it… you become part of her song.”
“What does that mean?” Alia asked.
“They say she collects voices. The more who listen, the louder she gets.”
Chapter 6: The Plan
Alia and her friends decided to break the curse.
“We need to find where she vanished,” Wulan said.
They gathered flashlights, salt, and an old recorder.
“That’s where she was last seen,” Rika pointed to a spot near the old well, behind the rice fields.
At 11:45 PM, they waited.
The moon was full. The air felt heavy.
Then it started.
🎵 “La la laaa... your voice is sweet… come to me, feel the beat…” 🎵
Alia turned on the recorder.
The air around them grew cold.
Then, from the mist, a figure appeared.
Long black hair. A torn white dress.
Her face was pale… and crying.
“Sari,” Wulan whispered.
Chapter 7: Face to Face
The ghost of Sari stopped singing.
She looked at Alia.
“You sing too,” the ghost said. “Your voice… it’s beautiful.”
Alia felt her body freeze.
The ghost floated closer.
“Sing with me. Stay forever.”
“No,” Alia whispered. “You’re not alone anymore.”
She stepped forward and held out the recorder.
“We hear you. We remember you.”
The ghost looked confused. Then, sad.
She started crying. Real tears.
For the first time, the singing stopped.
And the wind carried her away — like dust in the moonlight.
Chapter 8: Peace
Since that night, the singing never returned.
Alia still lives with her grandma, and the village feels warmer now.
People say the curse is broken.
Sometimes, Alia sings by the window, just for fun.
And once in a while… when the moon is full… she thinks she hears a soft voice join in.
But it’s not scary anymore.
It’s just a memory.
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