A Million Stories

Blood Lake (Mystery story)

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Ardi closed his cell phone. He put his cell phone in his pocket. His eyes turned to the paved road. Ardi's face was buffeted by the wind on a motorbike that drove in the middle of the teak forest. He sat behind his friend.

He and his friend were on their way home from Takziyah. The mother of one of their friends died. His house is in the village next door. To reach the village, they had to go through a vast teak forest. Kilo-kilo meters the distance that must be taken to reach the location of his friend's house.

Luckily the location of his friend can be reached by riding a motorbike and paved roads. It was not too difficult to reach his friend's house. It's just the ride home is already night. It was dark and there were no lights on this paved road.

Ardi and his friend had received news of grief during the day. Without waiting for too long, the two of them finally made a takziyah agreement that afternoon as well. If the journey leaves in the afternoon, then the return will inevitably be forced at night.

The two of them were actually told to stay the night but they subtly refused. Not because of unfaithful friends but because there are many villagers who accompany their friends' families who are afflicted. The two of them did not want to visit takziyah instead became a burden for the grief family.

The motor speeded through the forest. Sometimes you have to lower the speed of the vehicle because the road is winding and sharply declining. No vehicles passed at all. They were just the two of them crossing this area of the forest.

Sometimes they see a deer crossing the street. Occasionally they had to stop the motor caused by a large stone or tree branch in the middle of the road. Really bothers the driver.

“Any, this afternoon through the streets there are no rocks or tree branches lying in the middle of the road gini” muttered Ardi while removing a tree branch in the middle of the road.

“Well at most there is also a big wind in the area here” said friend Ardi.

“Masak anyway? This is on the plateau, after all there are no traces of strong winds, all normal.” said Ardi finished getting rid of branches and back on the motorbike.

The vehicle drove back over the asphalt. About 100 meters they stopped again to get rid of the tree branches in the middle of the road. Ardi was suspicious again. “There's something wrong with this,” thought. And repeated again after traveling about 100 meters later. A rather large stone lay in the middle of the road.

“This is the fourth time. Doni, it's like something's going on, what's going on?” Ask her friend.

“Yuk ah up, it's midnight nih,” said Doni who doesn't care about Ardi's question.

After the motor drove back, they did not encounter any rocks or branches that blocked their journey. But they saw a strange sight, with a long-distance motor light, they saw in front of them a line of people walking in the direction of them. Doni stopped the motor.

Doni scrunched his forehead. He squinted his eyes. Trying to understand the events ahead of him. The people in front were lined up and walking forward. Everyone is dirty and dirty. Skinny body dry only the muscles of the body that look prominent hints that the thin body is forced to work hard without adequate food intake.Their hair is dull and dirty.

Both Ardi and Doni watched them from afar without daring to approach. It was a question mark between the two of them that none of the people in front looked at them. Even though the night was quiet there was only the sound of Doni's motorbike engine. The light that unfolds is also the light from the Doni motor light.

I nudge them goosebumps. When he saw one of the people in front fall and cough. A brown uniform came from the front. He is a rather short-statured lekaki with a healthier body and pale white skin. Typical hats of 2nd world war japanese soldiers. The soldier came to the man who fell to the ground and whipped him. The sound of the whip collided with the body of an old man accompanied by screams of pain from the mouth of the old man. Really makes the heart shake.

Ardi and Doni threw their faces away, they could not bear to see the sight. Old old man looks like the locals were whipped by a Japanese soldier. Whips hit the entire body of the old man, ranging from the back, legs and even the head, the soldier did not care about it, he continued to whip savagely.

“Ar, pain nih,” said Doni in pain while shaking his shoulders trying to take off Ardi's hand grip.

“Eh.. sori accidentally, Don” Ardi was shocked to not realize his actions.

“So what's up?” Ask Doni to Ardi.

“Don't know, Don. Let's cepetan go home” replied Ardi and invite Doni immediately ride his motorcycle back.

The motor engine has not died, immediately Doni pulled the gas and the motor drove fast.

Just as they were speeding, Doni suddenly stopped the bike back. Once again they met a group of people lined up in shabbily clothes walking towards the front. The scene now was somewhat different from the scene from earlier in the first moment. This time beside the group were seen some Japanese soldiers with their typical clothes and carrying a long barrel rifle typical of the 2nd world war.

The group of people lined up accompanied by some Japanese soldiers walked forward and closed the entire road. So that Ardi and Doni can not pass the group. If you want to pass, inevitably they have to honk to be given a way. But that idea they paused considering who they would be dealing with. They both just waited until the line disappeared.

The two of them followed the group from behind, walking slowly.

A loud scream echoed around the place. Japanese shouting that hints at something to the group. At that time the group of people lined up at the front turned left towards an overdraft of a kind of dry small lake without water.

All the people in the group entered into the dry lake area. They jostle and jostle into the bottom of the lake. Soldiers carrying rifles stood at the edge of the lake. While a soldier carrying a whip stood on the other side while shaking his waist. It seems he was the one who gave the order to the entire group.

On the side of the road, Ardi and Doni were already very close to the gathering location of the group.Their distance was only 20 meters from the soldiers on the side of the lake. Surprisingly, the group of people including the Japanese army seemed to ignore the existence of Ardi and Doni.

The whip-carrying soldiers shouted back. His voice broke the mood of this forest night. In a loud voice he ordered something to the rifle-carrying soldiers. Instantly, there was the sound of a barrage of rifles pointing at all the humans in the dry lake.

Wrenching voices sounded in turn. One by one the people in the dry lake collapsed to the ground. Ardi and Doni who saw the incident in front of the eyes of shock. They were absolutely horrified to see the slaughter of humans before them.

It became a field of human slaughter. What a horrible and horrible sight. Ardi and Doni felt the feathers all over his body bristling. They were terrified, horrified, shocked, plus the sound of voices asking for help from all over.

Reflexes of the two friends immediately took their bikes away from that location. Doni jerk the motor teeth and press tight. Luckily for them, the road ahead is a straight road without turning to the edge of the forest and reaching residential residents. It is still 5 kilometers ahead!

Doni drives a motorcycle like a bad guy. The motor is moving fast. On the motorbike they both remembered the stories of the parents that the dried lake was named the lake of blood. It is said that the lake is called a lake of blood because of the massacre of local residents there.

Finishes.

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