Climbing Trail

Terror Mount Ciremai Part 2

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I am not necessarily once a year to pray, the magrib is praying solemnly. Then I prayed until I shed tears for God's protection. After praying, the Father who had been praying magrib turned towards me.

"Jang, the Isya prayer will run out immediately. Don't be afraid, bismillah. Prayer don't break it? "

I just shut up and nodded.

"Any demon can not be diselakain if Ujang inget Gusti Allah. Only Allah is the best protector. " Continue the Father again.

After Ishaa. I filled my carrier with two bottles of mineral water. I checked the headlamp as well as the flashlight. All ready.

I looked at Ayu again. He was asleep, and still accompanied by the old mother. My mother smiled at me like she was giving me my blessing.

Outside I was waiting for the Father. I kissed his hand and asked for help.

Then the Father gave me a white cloth. I asked, "What is this sir? "

"This package contains soil. Later this land you spread in the hut behind Condong Amis yes. The cloth you brought. Later if you meet what you are looking for, this cloth makes the package. "

Once again I nodded. Then, taking a deep breath, I left.

A bird cawed somewhere following my every step. The only illumination is only the flashlight light that is shed on the ground. I deliberately focused my eyes on my footsteps. The further I walked, the more the night's horror shadow became real. But every time the shadow appeared I immediately pushed away even in vain.

I stopped at the farm. In front of me now stretches a pine forest. A mystical aura radiated from all over the place. Saying Bismillah, I stepped up.

Suddenly I smelled a very strong stench. My hair stood up immediately. The flashlight swayed as my hands trembled violently. I kept pushing forward even slowly. Every time I want to turn around and run I am always reminded of the figure of Ayu who was asleep when I left.

The stench was gone, changing the smell of jasmine. The source smells so close, as if right behind me. Feathers all over my body bristled to imagine what figure was behind. I waited for my ice-cold hand to touch my nape. I was careful and walked faster.

In this situation I suddenly remembered the legend of Nine Pellets that supposedly roamed among the pine trees in this region at night. Also the figure of Nyai Kembang, the bride who died while pregnant and her corpse was resurrected. The thought of Nyai Kembang with her pale face grinning behind me was enough to make me instantly run in panic.

I don't know how long I ran without caring about the road that started uphill. The grinning shadow of Nyai Kembang really terrorizes me. Until finally I fell down because my feet related to the roots of the transverse tree. Surrounding me was no longer a pine forest, but a giant old tree. In front of me far up was a wooden hut building. From my current position, the dark shadow of the building that was shrouded in thin fog seemed to give a warning not to try to dare to approach. With doubt the building was empty. Maybe this is what is meant by condong amis hut which is meant by the Father.

Slowly and doubtfully I approached the building in the middle of this forest. The dark figure of this building alone is enough to intimidate me. The black trees around him with skinny twigs that in my mind were like the hands of a dead man hanging down here.

I stopped ten meters in front of him, shining my flashlight in every corner of the room. Relieved that no figure was hiding in the dark.

My hand reached into the bag of pants and took the white packet containing the ground. The white color of the cloth instantly made me shudder in horror. I opened the tie, and then I poured the soil in it into my hands. I took a breath directly I ran behind this cottage and soon I spread the land as requested by the Father. I deliberately did it quickly, horrified to imagine what was behind the lodge.

Suddenly a white face popped out between the bushes, his eyes widened right in front of me. I immediately fell down while screaming hysterically.

When I ventured to open my eyes, the figure stood there. Waistline.

I'm still in a state of falling down. Shock.

The figure let out a voice that strangely sounded normal.

"What the heck wey! "

I immediately controlled myself. This figure turned out to be an ordinary human. Climber! I still can't believe I saw a normal human standing in front of me. The figure spoke again, this time his hand pointed to the bottom of the hut.

"What the fuck. Cave noodles so wey can't eat! "

I'm stunned. My eyes went back and forth looking at the figure and the newly boiled noodles on the portable stove box. It's true that the noodles have been mixed with the red soil I threw.

When it calmed down, I realized that the figure was indeed an ordinary man who wore a black field shirt, pdl pants and running shoes.

I saw once again, her running shoes were slammed onto the ground. He's a true human.

He grabbed my hand and helped me stand up. I looked up and down again.

"What the fuck just now? " Said again.

"Eh, anu, sorry bang. I really didn't know anyone was here. " I'm sorry.

"Well how many people? " ask again.

"Himself." My answer.

Now I can see this guy clearly. She's the same height as me. He may be 50 years old but he looks younger. The light reflected off his round glasses.His eyes were full of probing looking at me.

"Ngga organized its own night walk in Ciremai. " Said, "did get permission to go up earlier below. "

"Yes bang. Dapet. " I answered, deliberately not frankly the reason I went up.

"Yes, rest first. Want noodles? I'll cook first. That had to be thrown away because of you. "

I see now clearly. Behind this hut he held a mattress. The large carrier stood leaning on the wooden pole.

"Who's your name? From where? " Said while lighting the fire was composted.

"I'm Adi bang. From Jakarta. If brother? " Answer.

While still looking back at me, busy with the stove she replied

"Gw Moka's. "

I don't care where he's from. I am so thankful that I am not alone on this mountain. A sense of security and calm took hold of my chest.

After the noodles are cooked. He took out a plastic bowl from his carrier. Poured some of that noodle for me to eat. While he himself ate the noodles directly from the misting.

While eating he kept watching me. After that he took a clove cigarette out of his pocket, then sucked it in.

"So you're the one.. " Said, as if talking to yourself.

"Where does that mean? " I asked, unsure of the direction of the question.

He looked at me with a annoyed look. "All climbers are the same. It's just a mountain shit. Not having respect. "

I'm surprised "Abang already knows yes.. "

"Mr Ncep nitipin you to the cave. He told me all. From here until you with gw. " Said again

"Mr Ncep? Mommy Ncep who's bang? " I'm confused.

"Switch you have no respect for the same parents. Mak Ncep from yesterday nolongin you same temen you. If there is no Mak Ncep, your little temen must have passed taken to another realm. " Reported ketus.

Apparently the old mother who kept Ayu in Cibunar was called Mak Ncep. I did not ask the name of the old mother at all, nor the father who took care of me. There was a sense of regret to realize how lacking my manners were to the person who had been helping me and Ayu for a few days.

"Mak Ncep is also the one who keeps you riding in the pine forest. That's why you can be safe here. If you can't eat the satan panten earlier. "

"But I walked alone earlier bang. Ncep MA'am? Demon bride? " I asked confused.

But he didn't answer. He just smiled cynically while tidying up his carrier.

I shuddered to remember the coldness that ran down my neck earlier. Maybe that satan was really behind me.

Finished packing the carrier, he crouched down and said seriously.

"From here our journey will not be easy. You are quite interested. Read the prayers you know. Mind do not empty. "

"I.. Yes bang." My answer.

"We will be welcomed by all residents of Ciremai. From abstract form to solid. From the nyaru to a human until his face is a mess. Ready your mental. If you don't survive here, your friend downstairs will also not survive. "

"Yes bang. " Reply again.

"Lu inget these two: if suddenly appear gamelan gending sound. Whatever happens, we must be quiet. Don'tdon't move. Understand lu? "

"I.. Yes bang. Which both is bang? "

"Lu will squirm a lot of sightings later. But there is one of the most dangerous sightings. The Kalong wewe! "

"I.. That's what bang is? So what do I have to do if there is? " My mind was immediately confused.

"Kalong wewe is a naked woman. Hair's frowning. His neck was tilted as if it were broken, his tongue sticking out. The drops hang long until the thigh.

I swallowed thinking about that figure.

"So he showed up. You have to pretend not to see. Whatever he does, even if his face is stuck in your face, you have to pretend not to see. If not..."

"Kalo no how bang... "

"So he'll know you can see him. You will be pulled up into a tree, meaning you are drawn into nature. And you won't be able to come back."

"I.. I... Yes bang. " My body started shaking.

"Well, the creature did not appear. It's hard to find the person who has been kidnapped by Kalong wewe. Lu must be careful if lu nyium smell typical.if the smell appears, its appearance is guaranteed for sure. "

"You what bang? " Ask me.

"Father pandan."

I glanced in horror at the climbs we were about to cross. The thick fog floating at the end of the ramp was as if an entrance gate to the world in the middle of nowhere.

This guy shouldered his carrier and walked right away. As I said Bismillah, I also walked behind him.

Get in the fog. The mystical aura instantly smothered me. The atmosphere went silent. There was not a single sound of night beasts. All I could hear was the sound of my footsteps and breathing getting heavier. But the presence of this man really makes a lot of difference compared to the beginning of the road in Cibunar. I began to dare to look around.

Darkness is like a blanket in the woods. Thick and suffocating. The tall and thin tree trees were sticking out everywhere. A single two shadows of a gigantic huge tree appeared between the curtains of fog. And the bush is getting higher.

Suddenly the man stopped suddenly. He then spoke without looking back at me, "Mind don't be empty. Start reading."

From far away I saw something moving closer. White mist rolled crashing into us . For a second I couldn't even see my own hands. The fog disappeared in an instant, followed by a chill as if hugging me. My body started to shiver.

The man was still standing still in his place. I saw what made him not move. A centipede as big as an adult's thigh.

The creature crept slowly, transversely blocking the path. Her body books are black. The tendrils on his head were moving wildly.

I silently hoped that the creature would disappear soon. Instead of moving away, the centipede crept closer. The tendrils on his head just touched my calf when suddenly the man took out a machete and split the centipede in half. His side was floundering wildly on the ground, while the next one was slithering down my thigh. I screamed while shaking my feet.

Indifferently the man pulled the rest of the centipede's body from my body, slammed it into the ground and dumped it into the middle of the bush.

With a big face he glanced at me from behind his round glasses,

"Malem is still a long boy, "Said as he walked away from me.

My breath was almost gone to the rhythm of his path. Although carrying a mountain carrier but the steps seem light. There's a pin attached to the carrier, but I didn't manage to read it.

He poked my shoulder and pointed up. My eyes followed the direction pointed and instantly my body was like electrocuted. On the top of the tree, a female figure is seen. His feet are hanging down.

"Countilanak." He said while grinning.

My feet are trembling again. It feels like there is not the slightest energy to move as hard as I try. Not just one, but two. As soon as I realized, the figure was on every branch of the tree. Tens of. Hang it right here.

Just silent, motionless, noiseless.

"Bao.. Justjust please. " Even the sound that came out of my mouth shook.

He laughed and saw me sweat. He grabbed my arm and led me along.

"That's all they are, can't be more. Kuntilanak won't nyek you let alone bite. Usually only nongol, hoping that mentally disturbed humans are weak like you. "

I'm honestly amazed by this brother. Talk obliquely about ghosts with no fear at all.

The road was getting up, apparitions appearing everywhere. Some are even right on the side of the lane. Not only Kuntilanak, but also many other forms. Some of them appear in a state of complete absence. Some are headless, some have no jaws, some have their heads split.

Some others appear with organs that are out of place.

"The more strange the shape, signifying their low level in his world. All they can do is appear and disappear, appear and disappear, so on. If you are afraid of the temptations of these low-level beings, it signifies the low level of your faith boy. " Say the man calm.

"Instead, the more perfect the shape. Signaling the higher the level. These model creatures that must be watched out for. Not only the shape, but also the clothes, behavior and speech he said. The best demons are the most dangerous demons boy. " So the man continued, "Sometimes it is harder to distinguish man from the devil. "

From behind I saw him lighting a cigarette. The smoke looks thin. He can even walk while smoking, I thought. This guy's stamina is incredible. Kuntilanak who stood too close on the track was sprayed with cigarette smoke, and disappeared.

"From the past on this mountain there have been countless climbers missing. Every generation has never lacked people who have no ethics like you and your temen." The man nagged himself, "Rubbish, adultery, noisy, careless, loud. "

At an intersection we stopped. The road on the right seemed to have not passed. The rocks were mossy, a mark rarely stepped on by people. The road on the left is wide open, the path is clearly visible is often passed.

"You're forced to go it alone, which road did you choose? " Task that guy to me.

"Left." Answer me quickly.

"Lu died" said the man, "This left side street never existed. Behind these bushes is just a ravine. Cemetery for many climbers. "

I gasped when I realized we didn't stop at the intersection. The left lane I had seen, was now turning into a bush.

Smells appear and disappear alternately. The smell of rotten carcass is smelled from under the fallen tree, replaced by fragrant jasmine. Occasionally the smell of blood sagged.

The man suddenly stopped suddenly and gave me a warning to be quiet.

All the smells disappeared suddenly, replaced by a strange smell. I tried to remember smelling this smell somewhere.

My hair immediately brushed as consciousness ambushed me.

It's pandan smell. "Kalong wewe."

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, "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.

But I also saw another figure. Around them the ghosts in the form of village people are everywhere. Most are clustered around climbers who are cooking. The sad faces noticed a climber who was tasting noodle sauce. They look hungry.

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 off, 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."

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, people are getting here more and more strange." he added, "So no wonder the cave, you guys get over this kayak problem. 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 was hysterical when I realized what was holding my leg was a pale white hand. Several other pairs of pale white hands appeared and pulled me into the bushes. I tried to scream for help, but my throat was choked, I couldn't make the slightest sound. Roughly my body was pulled deeper into the bush. I felt something wet in my ear, a hose between his laughter he whispered: Die.. 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, understand you! " He was yelling 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.