HORROR OF MOUNTAIN CLIMBERS
THE CONSEQUENCES OF THROWING AWAY ARBITRARY BANDAGES PART8

My clothes are soaked in sweat. My legs are starting to hurt. The higher the path we have to go, the steeper it is. These climbs do not seem to end. That person often had to stop waiting for me who started to gasp out of breath. If that's the case, he usually just smokes and looks at me with a puff.

I've hardly cared about my left right tiger, or the one who must have been watching me somewhere. As long as they don't show up is enough for me. The ghostly figure of the villagers is no longer up here. After passing through the Horse graveyard, their apparitions dwindled further until they disappeared altogether.

My main enemy right now is just steeper climbs. In some places I even had to use roots to help me ride. Occasionally pocong appears, which every time always makes me jump in shock. If so, the person usually laughs with excitement. Apparently my panic has become entertainment for him.

"Because said brother, demons so usually only appear missing, appear missing doang. Can't do anything." I said with a loud breath. She grinned. "The cave means Kuntilanak boy hehe." The answer is sumringah. "the cave was not called pocong."

"Well what about bang?"

"In Africa there is a so-called cobra sprayer. He doesn't look like another uler, but he's gushing venom into his victim's face." He connected, "the dragonfly is the cobra of the devil's world. Suggestions cave, if you see only one pocong: run. You won't want to be spit on a pocong."

"How about bang spit?" My toot. "Yes blind hahaha." He replied with a happy laugh. Whether he's joking or not, but obviously I wish I never saw him again.

"Bang, really the myth, if you can take the rope iketan pocong we can be rich?" Tanyaku.

"Ngapain is hard to pick up the pocong rope. Ribet. If you just ask for wealth, ask for immunity, ask for pellets, you just ask for the point to the pocong." Answer lightly.

"Would you bang?" Plain ask.

"Yes can. What the hell can Satan not boy. But you're crazy about that. Who created you pocong? Hahaha, humans are getting here more and more strange.'' he added, "so no wonder the cave, you guys get to the kayak problem like this. Your life is far from a religious boy."

I was excited to hear the answer that impressed me. But there's truth there. It's true, my life is far from what it should be. I am determined in my heart that if I can get out of here, I will not leave the prayer.

Then I heard a light thumping sound. Sound of falling objects. I frantically searched for the source of his voice. The man heard that voice. By following the direction of his gaze I saw the source of the thumping sound. From the ramp in front of us, a head without a body lay.

I was electrocuted when the head turned slowly and showed its face. His mouth was torn to the ears, his long tongue was sticking out and moving horribly. Her saliva dripped. His eyes were closed, slowly opening. Behind those eyelids was nothing, just a black hole. Empty but looks threatening.

Slowly, the head warmed into the air, revealing the rest of his body. Where the neck should now look is just a bone. Wet-looking tendons and muscles coiled the bone. Looks hang his stomach. Foul but also throbbing.

The creature floated two meters from the ground. Faced with the sound of hoarse laughter from his mouth he slid towards me quickly. Unable to move, I just looked up in horror. But quickly the man caught the bone hanging under his head, slammed into the ground and trampled to shreds.

I shuddered to see what happened just now. As if nothing happened the man walked back leaving me behind. My legs were so shaky that it took me a few minutes to walk again. To my horror I tiptoed aside avoiding the remains of the creature. Although it was destroyed but he still moved weakly.

But suddenly my feet could not move, I unconsciously moved too close to the bushes and my feet fell on the roots sticking out of the ground. I frantically wagged the root that clamped my leg without even looking at it. But not the root I was holding but something chewy and sticky.

I felt something wet in my ear, a hose between his laughter he whispered: dead.. Die... Die. Then total darkness. When I regained consciousness, I saw the man in front of me. My cheeks are throbbing pain. He just slapped me hard. I was surprised because I had not moved a single bit from where I was standing.

"The teacher says the mind is not empty! In a place like this you can't daydream, you know what you are!" He yelled at me hard.

I nodded while rubbing my hot cheeks. My heart still rumbled as if the hands of the corpse's hands were still stuck in my body. That guy pulled me roughly, a few steps we got off track. Gaping in front of us was a ravine. We stood right on his lips.

A cold wind hit my face. In the darkness of the night, this ravine looked even more terrifying. Then I heard the sound of crying, as well as cries for help from the bottom of this ravine. Wind gusts cluttered the source of his voice, sometimes sounding distant, sometimes heard close.

"That's a cry for help from lost climbers and never to be found again." Said.

"What's wrong with them?" My toot.

"On this mountain you do not need to be wrong anything, just dumb enough aja you can be lost. Don't get me wrong boy, demons can't just kidnap your body, they can also kidnap your soul. That's why the cave says horrin!" Impact again. He turned around and pulled me back.

"Bang, that helps them bang." My love, but he kept walking back on track. "Not a cave business." Ketus answer. While walking dragged due to the pull, I kept looking back. I am excited for the missing climbers. In my current state, I completely understand what they are feeling.

"Where's your eye!" Hit me again.

When I turned my head, I was shocked because my face almost hit a pair of hanging legs. Surprised and out of balance, I fell. The leg is still there, weak. My eyes glared at the horror. The owner of that leg was a little kid my sister's age. His neck was broken tied to a rope hanging from a tree branch.

I gasped even more when I realized in front of me stretched a steep incline, big trees branched with dense branches until the moon was not seen in the slightest. On each branch of the trees were rigidly laid corpses that were hung. One on each branch. I felt the cold embrace me quickly. I was still fixated staring at the dozens of pairs of hanging legs that were swaying in the wind.

"Jalan boy. Hormatin the one who died." Said the man.

I shuffled on the ground before finally running after that person. At first glance I saw the sign on a tree: Father Tere. I intentionally didn't ask anything about those hanging corpses. The sighting of a child's corpse my sister's age makes me sadder than scared. And I don't want to hear at all the sad stories about the lifetimes of those corpses.

This climb is steeper than the previous one. With great difficulty I climbed from step to step. Surprisingly, that person had not looked tired at all. With a cigarette in his mouth he walked leisurely, sometimes jumping on this steep incline.

Suddenly the wind stopped blowing. There was no sound whatsoever, as if all the night animals were suddenly in hiding. The atmosphere of wingit is getting more pronounced. From the top of the ramp I saw the man give me a cue to stay motionless.

Then sayup-sayup sounds gending-gending Javanese gamelan. His voice sounded mystical. At first it sounded far and slowly, over time the sound seemed to move closer and closer accompanied by the smell of increasingly concentrated cantile flowers.

What happens next is...