Climbing Mount Slamet

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"Sa..sick." I groaned as I grimaced with the pain in my ankle. But it seemed like the middle-aged woman I called Mother earlier who had dragged me into this dark little room.

"Do not mess if you want to return" he said softly but full of affirmation.

"Te... What is this place, Mom?" I'm really freaked out. Somehow I got to this place. Ahhhh, of course I asked for it myself.

"Never peek out of the house again if you want to survive." he threatened again. I just sat there curling up to endure the sudden throbbing pain.

"Oh." the woman pulled my leg and opened the shabby cloth she had tied to my leg earlier. Before long he returned to smelling the same pungent potion as before. The shabby cloth he tied again to my feet.

"Why is this getting sick, ma'am?" manya curious.

"Be quiet. It's eating, don't touch anything in this house. Including the food in this house" he said while giving me a piece of cassava that was still raw. I clasped the cassava tightly. I might eat raw food like this. But the worms in my stomach thrashed, asking for their right to be fed immediately.

"Aahh, what is this scent." I opened my eyes and sniffed the origin of the smell that accidentally infiltrated my nose. I tried to get up and try to get out of this stuffy room. It looks like the woman is bending over and stirring the cauldron with a wooden barrel. But there is no fire there, how he cooks and gives off this delicious aroma.

I dare not approach him. I realized who that woman was and where I am now. I waited for the woman to leave. I wish I could escape from this place.

"Well, why did she have such delicious food there. And just the raw cassava he gave me?" I muttered bitterly when I saw the delicious food he stored in an old cupboard that looked rickety. Even the smell made the worms in my stomach rebel violently.

Kkkrrrriiiie....

I stopped trying to open the door of that rickety closet. That terrible sound always pops up every time I open the door or anything in this house.

"House of demons or not this, really cool." I whispered while rubbing the nape of the neck. I remember the shadow last night. When peering out of the house and looking at the next door neighbor.

"Hooeeekk..."

My stomach suddenly felt like it was mixed up. Unbearable nausea arises when a pungent aroma sniffed from the old closet belonging to the mother of the owner of this house.

"Flame of carrion." I chuckle. I forced open the old cupboard and was shocked by what I saw inside. Chicken with the shape is still intact, even some of its fur has begun to fall out. With many maggots creeping, wriggling, and trying to gnaw at the rotten body of the chicken. Not only that, even in a plate made of clay there are large worms and wriggling as if they are struggling to ask for freedom.

Braaakk...

I closed the closet door. I can't wait for my stomach to spit out everything. Again, nothing can be removed. It was just the bitter and bitter taste I felt.

I walked to the exit. I feel very anxious to leave this place immediately. To hell with the threat of not going out. Maybe I'll be eaten by the demon in this place if I go out there. How is it different from where I am here. Soon enough I will also be a fine old mother who has brought me here. Stupid me, I asked him to take me to this place.

The sun looked quite high. Surprisingly, why inside the house always looked pitch dark as if it was still night. Squinting both eyes at the glare, I stumbled to find a way out to get back to the place where I lost last night. In the hope of being reunited with the climbers and I will follow them down. Just watch out, I'll see Robby and Tommy who have the heart to leave me in a place like this.

"What is this meal really." I was astonished at the pungent smell of the potion that was applied to my feet.

"Ah, I don't know. What matters is that my legs don't hurt anymore."

I walked back through the forest. I think it's a forest, because a lot of big trees are standing strong and sturdy everywhere. Sometimes I look back to make sure no one is following me.

I leaned under the tree, breath tight from being too tired to run for cover. Let alone food, not even drinking water I have. A feeling of heat radiates in the throat to the chest. Dry, dry, dizzy, all mixed together.

"Where am I, O God." I cried as much as I could. It feels resigned and give up if it is like this my way of life. But on the one hand, I still want to live. I want to go home and meet my parents.

The unbearable fatigue caused me to fall asleep on my own. Moreover, plus the breeze under a tree that is so lush, making the eyes like in an inflatable slowly and drowsiness attacked violently.

"Corn ... Jenna ..."

"Jenna. Walk to the right. Don't turn."

"Tari ..." I called that name when I suddenly woke up from my sleep.

"Dance... Where are you?" I looked to the right and to the left looking for the source of the voice that I heard so clearly.

Again my tears came. Given the existence of Dance at this time.

"Didn't you just go quietly? Are you still hanging around here?" I screamed at my best friend.

Pllaacck ...

A twig fell from the tree and fell on the right shoulder.

"Aaahhh.." I squeezed my shoulder which was hit by a twig, although not large, but still hurt when it hit the shoulder. For a moment I remembered the voice message. I walked to the right and did not look back. Hoping to find a glimmer of hope with a clue I can get out of nowhere. I just need to be vigilant. Hope not to meet the old mother who took me to her house earlier and not meet with other invisible creatures.

I paused for a moment, my stomach was sore because I had eaten nothing from yesterday.

"Luckily I brought the cassava that the old woman gave me." I reached into my pants pocket which turned out to still hold a chunk of cassava given by the old woman.

"Well, what is this." I just threw a white thing out of my pants pocket. I slide and I go back and forth using my feet. The white and hard thing was on the ground.

"Bone. Shit, good thing I didn't eat it." I was pissed. My hunger disappeared instantly. I chose to continue the journey again.