HORROR OF MOUNTAIN CLIMBERS
DUE TO THROWING AWAY ARBITRARY BANDAGE PART6
I glanced in horror at the climbs we were about to cross. The thick fog floating at the end of the ramp was as if an entrance gate to the world in the middle of nowhere. This guy shouldered his carrier and walked right away. As I said Bismillah, I also walked behind him.
Get in the fog. The mystical aura instantly smothered me. The atmosphere went silent. There was not a single sound of night beasts. All I could hear was the sound of my footsteps and breathing getting heavier. But the presence of this man really makes a lot of difference compared to the beginning of the road in Cibunar.
I began to dare to look around. Darkness is like a blanket in the woods. Thick and suffocating. The tall and thin tree trees were sticking out everywhere. A single two shadows of a gigantic huge tree appeared between the curtains of fog. And the bush is getting higher.
Suddenly the man stopped suddenly. He then spoke without looking at me, "mind don't be empty. Start reading." From far away I saw something moving closer. A white mist rolled into us. For a second I couldn't even see my own hands. The fog disappeared in an instant, followed by a chill as if hugging me. My body started to shiver.
The man was still standing still in his place. I saw what made him not move. A centipede as big as an adult's thigh. The creature crept slowly, transversely blocking the path. Her body books are black. The tendrils on his head were moving wildly. I silently hoped that the creature would disappear soon. Instead of moving away, the centipede crept closer.
The tendrils on his head just touched my calf when suddenly the man took out a machete and split the centipede in half. His side was floundering wildly on the ground, while the next one was slithering down my thigh. I screamed while shaking my feet. Indifferently the man pulled the rest of the centipede's body from my body, slammed it into the ground and dumped it into the middle of the bush.
With a big face he glanced at me from behind his round glasses,
"malem is still a long boy, "Said as he walked away from me.
My breath was almost gone to the rhythm of his path. Although carrying a mountain carrier but the steps seem light. There's a pin attached to the carrier, but I didn't manage to read it. He poked my shoulder and pointed up. My eyes followed the direction pointed and instantly my body was like electrocuted. On the top of the tree, a female figure is seen. His feet are hanging down.
"Countilanak." He said while grinning.
My feet are trembling again. It feels like there is not the slightest energy to move as hard as I try. Not just one, but two. As soon as I realized, the figure was on every branch of the tree. Tens of. Hang it right here. Just silent, motionless, noiseless.
"Bao.. Justjust please. " Even the sound that came out of my mouth shook.
He laughed and saw me sweat. He grabbed my arm and led me along.
"That's all they are, can't be more. Kuntilanak won't nyek you let alone bite. Usually only nongol, hoping that mentally disturbed humans are weak like you. "
I'm honestly amazed by this brother. Talk obliquely about ghosts with no fear at all. The road was getting up, apparitions appearing everywhere. Some are even right on the side of the lane. Not only Kuntilanak, but also many other forms.
"The more strange the shape, signifying their low level in his world. All they can do is appear and disappear, appear and disappear, so on. If you are afraid of the temptations of these low-level beings, it signifies the low level of your faith boy. " Say the man calm.
"Instead, the more perfect the shape. Signaling the higher the level. These model creatures that must be watched out for. Not only the shape, but also the clothes, behavior and speech he said. The best demons are the most dangerous demons boy. " So the man continued, "it is sometimes more difficult to distinguish man from Satan. "
From behind I saw him lighting a cigarette. The smoke looks thin. He can even walk while smoking, I thought. This guy's stamina is incredible. Kuntilanak who stood too close on the track was sprayed with cigarette smoke, and disappeared.
"From the past on this mountain there have been countless climbers missing. Every generation has never lacked people who have no ethics like you and your temen." The man nagged himself, "trash, adultery, noise, careless talk, loud-mouthed. "
At an intersection we stopped. The road on the right seemed to have not passed. The rocks were mossy, a mark rarely stepped on by people. The road on the left is wide open, the path is clearly visible is often passed.
"You're forced to go it alone, which road did you choose? " Task that guy to me.
"Left." Answer me quickly.
"Lu died" said the man, "This left side street never existed. Behind these bushes is just a ravine. Cemetery for many climbers. "
I gasped when I realized we didn't stop at the intersection. The left lane I had seen, was now turning into a bush. We continue the path. The higher up, the more the apparitions become. They are also getting bolder. A black shadow smashed into me and passed by just like that, and left a fishy smell of blood.
Another shadow leapt from tree to tree. Heavy breathing, sometimes growling, is often heard. Chirping sounds, crying, baby noises and horse neighing. Smells appear and disappear alternately. The smell of rotten carcass is smelled from under the fallen tree, replaced by fragrant jasmine. Occasionally the smell of blood sagged.
The man suddenly stopped suddenly and gave me a warning to be quiet. All the smells disappeared suddenly, replaced by a strange smell. I tried to remember smelling this smell somewhere. My hair immediately brushed as consciousness ambushed me.
It's pandan smell...
kalong...
