Angus Poloso - Legend of Ki Ageng Selo.

Horror 12 - The End of Catastrophe.

Two weeks have passed since the events of Pramesella. In these two weeks, I was invited by Aan and Amidanal to prepare for the camp which will be held the day after tomorrow.

Actually I do not want to attend the event, but because of the insistence of the principal and the OSIS who are worried if something happens that is not in the camp later, as long as I am not a participant, as long as I am not a participant, so I finally complied. Besides, I also want to meet my silly sister, sister Vita, because her BPM is next to my sister's campus.

*Notes: BPM is the Madya Campground.

“Sister, say hello to us both to sister Vita, yes?” plain pinta Tiara. “If you've gone home, have Kak Vita deliver souvenirs for his sisters huh? I want a panda doll that's on television!”

“Same, sis. I also want a teddy bear that is on cartoon-cartoon that often aired on television!”

I smiled, confirming the request of my conjoined twin sisters.

“Iya, but that's if you can meet brother Vita. Otherwise, brother will be subordinate souvenirs only huh?” I answered while stroking the hair of the two of them gently. “Because big brother no longer have much money!”

They immediately pouted at my answer just now. “Ah, sister's habits! If you are stingy, just talk, make it easy?”

I packed all my gear for the day after tomorrow, and I put it in my backpack in my room. I prepared everything I needed two days earlier because I did not want to rush to prepare everything later, especially if there is less, it will certainly be a blow.

After I felt that everything was enough, I put my backpack into the closet so it was easy to find, meanwhile I went downstairs and prepared for breakfast.

“Bu, Danang to where?” my question is just realized Danang is not in the dining room, usually at this hour he must still have breakfast.

“Oh, your sister left half an hour ago. He said he had a test this morning, so he left with Ryan, Farkan, and Bima!” my mother replied, Ms. Erni was friendly while feeding my twin sisters. Basic spoiled!

Eight years still can't eat alone.

The silence happened after we talked for a while. When I had finished my breakfast and was about to wash my plate, my mother suddenly opened the conversation again.

“Nak, Mbah Jayos is sick. Your father went to see him first with your uncle and aunt. If you can after you finish following the camp, immediately follow us at the Mbah Jayos residence huh?”

I just nodded my head.

When I finished, I immediately said goodbye and rushed to school delivered by Mr. Joko, my family's personal driver.

As you know in the recent chapter, Mbah Jayos is my great-grandfather, who is also the father of my grandmother. Now he has reached the age of 98 years, and in this day and age people with age 90 and above

that's very rare.

And if there is anything you do not know about him, Mbah Jayos is the Chief Mentor of the Marwan family. That means he is a master of the Marwan family's art of canuragan science, and he is a living witness to a war fought between 72 supernatural experts (Fifth Leader of Religion, Shaman, Shaman, and Jawara) led by Kyai Marwan, his father, against the Immas family led by Nyi Imas.

Okay, let’s back to the story ...

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When I arrived at school, I went straight to the OSIS room to just tell the others that all the needs were in order, as well as want to find information about the intended Camp Earth.

“Aan, how have you decided to use which place?” I was curious to see Aan constantly doubting exactly what he wanted to choose.

“Yes, Mam! There are several options for places we can choose. But what we prioritize is the safety of the participants. That's the important thing, but ..” replied him who did not want to continue his speech.

I also joined the tour, looking at the options of places that can be used as a destination. After I investigated, all the places were the same, close to wells and protected forests. But nothing is right, everything is wrong, though,

because in every place there is a monument of worship. Maybe that's what makes Maftukhan fret, because two years ago, this school had an uproar about the disappearance of three students who pretentious and defied death by damaging the shrine.

I actually shuddered a bit in horror at those places, because if there were a cult monument there, it would mean that the demons there would definitely not be reckless demits.

“Aan, let's try BPM which is close to my sister's campus, yuk! There, there is nothing to worry about because it is close to mosques and other places of worship, yes even though the place is felt to be much narrower than the one in your brochure,” invite me enthusiastically.

Aan without thinking any longer immediately agreed to my invitation. “That's a great idea, Mam. If there are two people of Kyai Marwan descent, all will certainly feel easy and smooth,”

After all agreed, Aan, Misbah, and Amidanal prepared to prepare the needs needed for farming during the three days. Since I was neither a member of the OSIS nor a participant, I rushed back to the classroom to take the first lesson.

After the history lesson taught by Bu Bita, I, Bagos, and Syaiful headed to the cafeteria. Actually the break time was not sounding because the second lesson was empty, so why was it spent in class?

We talked about this and that, until I mediated their jokes with serious talk.

“Gos, Menden, I have a request nih,”

“What is it, Mam? How did it suddenly get so serious?” they both looked.

“Do you want to come with me to the farm the next day? I guess I can't afford to spend class alone, so ..” I said that was cut by Bagos.

“I want to, Mam. But I tell you not to have the same inner eye as you. So, how can we help you there?”

I laughed at the words of Bagos just now. “Oh, so you want me to open your inner eyes anyway? If that's not a problem. Anyway you have to be careful using it!”

Our conversation was split after seeing Mbak Hartantik bring fried rice and coffee orders for the three of us. Finish putting the order on the table, wherever it passes.

The three of us immediately sipped our warm coffee.

“He, easy! If I can see ghosts, I can help you. Believe me!” sahut Syaiful suddenly. “And surely I can be the idol of the beautiful and bahenol girls who are in first class!”

We chatted until the break bell rang. Because my stomach was full, I decided to fall asleep in class while waiting for the next lesson to sound.

[SKIP TIME]

Two days passed and the long-awaited day came as well. We depart from Indratama school at half-eight, hoping we can get to BPM Malang less than half-twelve hours, because in

there are important apples and preparation to set up a tent and also perform Dzuhur Prayer for Muslims.

Me, Bagos, and Syaiful were placed on the second bus accompanying the first-class students. Aan, Misbah, Fuad and Amidanal were on the first bus with teachers and other members of the OSIS and PMR.

On the bus, I was like an artist with a lot of fans. First-class students are scrambling just to take pictures with me. They all thought I was a hero. It must be all Pramesella who likes to spread rumors.

“Kak, how long has it been a ghost hunter?” ask one of the students. She is sweet, and cute, but unfortunately short, she looks like a loli in a Japanese anime. “Where the first experience sister can conquer

the subtle-creatures?”

“I've been a ghost hunter since the age of ten. And my first experience of being a ghost hunter .. I think it's fine,” I replied accordingly. Honestly, I don't like being asked questions like this. “Udah yes, deck. Brother again prepares stamina for the camp later. If you want to take pictures, come on!”

Bagos and Syaiful stared cynically at me. Looks like they're jealous of me being bullied by girls every day. They turned their eyes out of the bus window.

Unexpectedly they both found the appearance of a subtle creature. Quickly, they immediately patted my shoulders who were still busy chatting with the first-class beautiful students.

“Mam, Umam,” they called me in a voice that sounded when they were shocked and afraid.

“What's the matter?” manya lazy.

“That, Mam! I saw a ghost sighting!” Bagos pointed towards the outer window next to the cane. “I saw a headless ghost. How horrible!”

The first-class students, instead of being afraid and returning to their seats, tried to find out by looking at the window that Bagos pointed at.

But thankfully, none of them could see it. Though the headless ghost is still trailing us from beside the bus, riding a dark horse.

I told Bagos and Syaiful not to care about it, because it was only a neutral demit, and only disturbed like a scare, not a physical attack. Yes, even if they are angry, they can be aggressive and physically attack the intruder.

“Not to be afraid, Gos, Nden! Just let him follow us, because there is nothing we can do right now,” replied I who tried to calm the two. “But if he has started to physically attack, then read the verse of the Chair, let it burn all!”

The situation was increasingly panicked at that time, because the children smelled of kencur who just opened his inner eyes were always tense and about to scream continuously, making the atmosphere on the bus uncomfortable.

Not long after, the headless ghost stopped, looking at us from behind with satisfaction, as if it had successfully led us to its destination.

From the front, the bus driver asked me to approach him. Because something was not right, I rushed to the front, next to the driver.

“What's up, sir?”

“Anu, son. We just passed through a strange thick fog. Will it be okay?” the answer that sounded began to parno with the current condition. “Father feels a bad feeling, son. I'm afraid something will happen to all of us!”

Yes, I do feel something strange about all this. I have my phone in my left pocket, and I'm trying to call both Mr. Bus and Aan. Free, there is no network

that territory.

It's strange!

There should be a lot of vehicles on the road here, and the population settlements are lined up neatly, but everything is gone, there is nothing but shady pine forest trees and straight asphalt roads.

Not long after the bus met two winding roads. I felt something strange on the winding road, so I told the driver to stop. Knowing that I have special abilities, the driver unhesitatingly stopped the bus.

I ordered everyone on the bus to get off. First they doubted me, but after being explained by Ms. Ike, they finally complied.

“What's up, Mam. Why did you tell us to come down?” ask Bagos who still doesn't trust me. “Padalaat we again feel good to sleep.”

“Duh, I invite you to join this peach to take care of the class scene, uh, you are even lazy-rich so,” I replied quite eneg, knowing your friends even feel good while I'm again dizzy to be in charge of the safety of the underclassmen. “There's a weird with both paths, Gos!”

“White why? It looks like just a regular winding road, ” said Syaiful who just joined my chat with Bagos.

I shook my head to see their stupidity. I immediately searched and I took a stone as big as a palm, and I read an illusionary prayer on the stone, and then I threw it down the winding road.

And you know what happened ...?

The path turned into a very steep gorge. All of us, except for me, were shocked to see the scene that had just happened before them, even the first grade students were already frightened, and asked to go home.

I tried to calm them with a conviction that they would be fine, as long as they kept remembering their Lord, and stayed together.

Not long after, the sound of crows everywhere accompanied by the sound of horse whirring. Right after, the fog that had been passed by the bus, like turning into life and immediately pounced on us.

We all knew nothing afterwards, but when the fog disappeared, we arrived at an unexpected place. That is in the haunted BPM which was once three Indratama students disappeared here.

- SERIATE