The Village of Nine

In Karawang, Indonesia, you can find a village called Kampung Salapan or Village of nine. This village is located away from the city crowds, secluded and it doesn’t even have any electricity.

The village of nine consists only of nine family living in nine modest houses. The only other objects forming the landscape of this village is agricultural land in the form of rice fields and occasional vegetable gardens.

Village of nine is currently inhabited by 27 people, consisting of 13 men and 14 women, 20 adults and 7 children. If you ever come to the village of nine and opt to stay for the night, the villagers will politely ask you to leave, even going as far as offering themselves to escort you to the nearest neighboring village. It’s not that they hate outsiders, it is because they care about them.

In the village of nine, you can find a tenth house. This tenth house occasionally harbors the tenth family. I said occasionally because no family will be able to stay as the tenth family for more than a month.

The first family who built and lived in the tenth house moved out after the family was wrecked by divorce, they stayed for three weeks.

The second family moved out after the father hanged himself in the porch, they stayed for a week.

The third family moved out after the mother committed suicide after her child got involved in an accident, they stayed for sixteen days.

Urban legends like this, of course, invited hordes of self-proclaimed shamans or mediums to the village of nine.

Some claimed that the village of nine is a gate to a kingdom of supernatural beings, a few even goes as far as to claim to be followed and attacked by such beings while staying in the village.

Others claimed that the souls of those who died in the village of nine never moved on to the netherworld, not being able to leave the village, unable to even leave the house they died in.

You are not welcome in the village of nine.

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Credits to: shouenga

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