HORROR OF MOUNTAIN CLIMBERS
DUE TO THROWING AWAY ARBITRARY SANITARY PAD PART7

My heart rumbled as the smell of the pandanus approached. My feet are stuck on the ground. My eyes moved wildly looking for a figure that even this brother felt better dodging. And my heart felt like it was being plucked. That figure is right above me. His face was covered in disheveled hair. His hands full of scabs and festering dangled.

The stronger I tried to stay still, the more my body trembled uncontrollably. I then closed my eyes and tried to imagine anything just to remove the shadow of Kalong wewe from my mind. I imagine the atmosphere of the office, the hubbub at lunch or the traffic jam at the office.

As soon as I managed to calm my heart down, the shaking all over my body began to diminish, when suddenly a thumping sound fell right behind me. My efforts just went to waste, my body trembled violently, even more than before.I am one hundred percent sure, that Kalong Wewe was right behind me. My back feels hot. The load of the carrier I was carrying was getting heavier.

A hand came from behind. Frying and smelling bad. His long, black nails began to touch my cheeks. At this point I could no longer even close my eyes. I could only stare in horror as those skinny fingers moved slowly caressing my cheeks.. And missing.

The fingers just disappeared. But I still dare not move. My gut feeling is that this disgusting creature is still around, I just don't know where it was when I suddenly saw the most horrible thing of my life.

A hand gripped my waist from below. The other hand moved slowly to scratch the stomach, rising to the chest until it finally gripped my shoulder. And slowly a terrible face appeared between the two hands. His eyes stared blankly into my eyes. Only those empty eyes were left on his face. His entire face was smashed and festering.

His forehead was full of large ulcers that were ready to burst blood and pus at any time. The face kept rising, his eyes fixed on my eyes. Slowly and surely she crept on my stomach, climbed into my chest, neck and was directly on my face. Those big round eyes just kept on staring at me, getting closer.

My eyes stared in horror as his mouth opened revealing maggots wriggling inside. The mouth opened wide and wider, the whole face was now a gaping mouth, his hands were strangling my neck, the mouth was getting closer and closer!!

The first thing I saw when I woke up was that guy's face. My body is limp, unable to move. The whole bone felt loose and my head was in pain. There's pain around my neck. When I touched it, it looked like a bloodstain on my finger. My body immediately twitched, my legs jerked as my memory recovered bringing back the moment those Kalong wewe black nails pierced my neck.

"It's quiet! Don't panic! That fucking demon doesn't exist." Said the man while helping me drink some warm tea. Hearing that, I calmed down. But the pain around my neck is still hot. The black marks on my neck won't go away for weeks.

"Thank you bang." My voice sounds soft. But I'm really grateful. Without her presence somehow fate me and Ayu.

"It's not me." Answer slowly, while cleaning the stove used to cook hot water. His voice sounded weak. I looked at him, waiting for an answer. Feeling noticed, he stopped his activities and looked seriously at me.

"Thank you to Nyi Linggi." He said. I'm still staring at him. Confused how to react. "Nyi Linggi who bang?' my many. He seemed annoyed by my question. "Emang you boys don't know custom. Nyi Linggi is the one whose house in Batu Lingga you are filthy!"

I'm still confused by the answers. "Ta. but people do bang?" ask again. He approached and whispered softly in my ear, "the ruler of Ciremai."

We're back walking. The more the forest gets closer. Large trees stand haunted in all directions. Kuntilanak figures still appear here, although not as much as before. Instead many new sightings in the form of figures resembling ordinary humans. There was no threatening aura from those figures, which felt precisely the aura of suffering.

The figure spread in many places, lying in the lane, under the tree, there were crying as much as among the bushes. All those figures are men. His face looked like the face of an ordinary villager. Somewhere, I even have to walk zigzags to keep from stepping on these people.

I recognize this place. Soon above is where Ayu and I set up their tent on the first night of the hike. And sure enough, it wasn't long before we found the land a bit open. There I saw a tent standing. There is a yellow marker on the tree that says: Horse Grave.

My face was looking at the presence of others on this mountain. Two climbers were busy cooking. One other person seemed to be sitting in the mouth of the tent, his legs protruding out, watching his busy colleague.

I was prepared to greet these climbers when the man poked me and shook his head. "Now they can't see us." Said. I was surprised to hear it. Am I a ghost?

"We and they are in the same place, but different dimensions." Connect that guy again. "Just worry, they won't hear."

I then pointed at the skinny ghostly figures in the form of the villagers, asking for an explanation.

"They used to be ordinary villagers on the foot of a mountain. They were brought here for romusha work in Japanese times. Tortured, starved and eventually executed. His body was dumped in this area."

I'm sorry to hear the bitter past that these ghosts have to experience.

That guy grabbed my arm, took me back on my way. I nodded, then started to step. There is a sense of sadness of having to part with these climbers. They are symbols of ordinary life. Calm and without conflict. While I have to go to the magical kingdom of Ciremai mountain.

Their joy was my and Ayu's cheer a few nights ago. I hope they don't follow our mistakes. My attention was distracted by the rustling sound in the bushes on my right and left. Occasionally we see the greatness of something that goes with our steps. Sometimes I hear heavy breathing. I poked that guy, "bang... Bangs... "

He brushed my hand away, and hinted to keep going. But I can't shake fear and curiosity. Until he kept putting his hand. He who finally felt disturbed finally stopped. "Bawel you swear." Its meaning. "I'm sure I'll let it go." He slipped a cigarette in his lips, burned it and smoked it deep.

"There was never anything that could explain the shape of Kalong wewe. I told you, most people who were kidnapped by Kalong wewe rarely come back, right?" Ask while exhaling cigarette smoke. I'm nodding.

"Some can be helped even though it is difficult. But they didn't come back intact. Anyone who has been tested Kalong wewe will not be able to talk again." He continued, "Kalong wewe will not let people escape and suffer its disgusting form to others.'' Until here I began to tremble again imagining the shape of Kalong wewe which was really disgusting earlier.

"The wewe song is still following us to now." Obviously again, "He won't let you boy go, but he can't get close because since the incident, we've been kept on the left right with each other."

"What bang?"my many. He breathed his cigarette smoke into my face. His voice sounded slightly trembling and sad. He said quietly, "Tiger."

'It turns out there are also supernatural beings who are good as humans huh bang." I said.

He smiled wryly. "Well not the right choice of words boy.'' he came back to smoke his cigarettes,

" Keep bang?" I asked probing.

"Make a change of care, there's something to be done later."