Those Who Walk at Midnight is not just a collection of ghost stories — it is a journey into the unseen heart of Indonesia’s supernatural world. Through the eyes and memories of the Author, this book intertwines personal encounters with spirits and historical tales of horror rooted in the nation’s diverse culture and folklore.
From the fog-shrouded cemeteries of Java to the haunted rivers of Sumatra, from ancient myths whispered in rural villages to modern terrors lurking in city apartments — every chapter unearths a piece of Indonesia’s forgotten darkness.
The Author combines his own real experiences with deep research into traditional beliefs, rituals, and the origins of famous Indonesian ghosts: the Kuntilanak, Pocong, Genderuwo, and countless others who walk unseen among the living.
Each story reminds us that horror is not only found in the unknown, but in the memories we try to bury — and that some of them still walk when midnight comes.
The stories in Those Who Walk at Midnight are inspired by real events and personal experiences of the author. Many of these encounters were moments I never intended to share, but they became part of who I am — memories that still echo when the night grows silent.
This novel is not merely a collection of ghost stories, but a record of Indonesia’s deep connection to its unseen world. Every myth, every whisper, and every shadow carries a piece of history that should not be forgotten.
New chapters will be released every Friday night — the night when silence grows heavier, and old stories come alive once more.
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Thank you for reading, and for walking with me through the darkness between worlds.
The stories in Those Who Walk at Midnight are inspired by real events and personal experiences of the author. Many of these encounters were moments I never intended to share, but they became part of who I am — memories that still echo when the night grows silent.
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