Rumah Sulam
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Kata teman-teman di sekolah, rumah besar di pinggir kampung, yang terbuat dari kayu itu, yang selalu kelihatan gelap itu, yang halamannya luas sekali tapi tidak ada yang berani bermain bola di sana itu, adalah rumah hantu. Belum genap sebulan aku pindah ke kampung ku di Desa Brengosan karena ayah sudah tidak bekerja di kota lagi, namun sudah segudang cerita seram yang aku dengar tentang rumah tersebut.
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