Climbing Trail

Terror Mount Ciremai Part 3

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Stretching in front of me is no longer a steep climb but a stone staircase. A thin fog floated at the top of the stairs. The light source only came from the torch fire on my left right. Gending gamelan was clear now, the source is at the end of this ladder. But I could see nothing but this stone staircase, all around me was a gray mist.

I panicked when I realized I was standing here all by myself. That guy's not anywhere. My body was immediately drenched in cold sweat. I fell on my knees, my trembling legs too weak to stand.

And the smell of the cantile flowers came again.

With both hands I dragged my body aside, my legs were already completely limp. My goal was to quickly hide behind the fog curtain before the owner of the fragrant cantilever flower appeared.

Closed in the fog was a forest. My body shuffled behind a nearby tree. My breath is an irregular kembis.

The smell of the cantile flowers is getting thicker. My hair bristled as I forced myself to peek towards the stone steps. Something floated from the bottom of the stairs, stopped for a while at the point where I was standing, then floated up the stairs and disappeared behind the fog. It was the figure of an old grandmother.the aura was so terrible, that I immediately shivered violently. He was wearing black clothes. And his hair is unusually long. Even when his body was lost behind the fog, his hair was still seen moving for a while.

I was really anxious and freaked out. Not knowing how and where to go. I realize my stupidity now. I'm too dependent on that guy. Ever since Cibunar, I've been determined to do this myself.

Now I'm here, alone. Stone stairs, torches, gray fog, I wholeheartedly realized, I was lost in another realm. I keep reminding myself, I have to be calm, I have to go home, I can't die here.

My calmness only worked for a few seconds. When the fog was thinning I saw something that almost hysterical me if there were no hands that would smother my mouth. The man was right next to me, his hands still smothering my mouth. He gave me a warning to calm down.

I just realized, in front of me lay many bodies of mountain climbers. One body was right next to me. The others were scattered irregularly. They're all asleep. It's just that his skin is as pale as a corpse

The man told me to stand quietly. I was ordered to follow him. He walked away from the stone stairs, entering through the darkness of the forest. I tiptoed around trying not to make any sound.

A crow above me. Jumping from branch to branch as if following.

"Where did that come from? I... That's who's bang? M.. Those guys? " My voice trembled asking.

Unlike usual, he replied in a whisper, "this isn't your place anymore boy, lest anyone know we're here."

I nodded slowly. Still waiting for an explanation.

"That's a climber.... Okay, no need to know. Don't wake them up." Whisper again.

We walked further and further into the forest. I was astonished to see some distance to my right, towering between the forest and the mist of a large building. In the middle of the night like this, a large building with its tall towers without any lighting at all looks like a giant. Apparently from there is the source of the gending sound.

I threw away my face, not wanting to imagine what creatures were in there and refocused on seeing that person's back walking in front of me. The atmosphere around silence was gripping. There was not a single sound of the forest beast. A thin mist drifts low among the cantigi trees.

Suddenly we reached the forest. The guy stopped. He gave me a cue to take a few steps back and hide behind a bush.

In front of us slapped a large field. I don't know how wide it is because it's covered in darkness and a curtain of mist.

"Boy, we're here. From here you start your own road. Inget for what you came all the way here right?" The man opened the conversation.

"Yes bang. Take the pads that Ayu threw away." I said.

"Road street. Don't make a fuss. Don't draw attention. Don't let Nyi Linggi know where you are."

I nodded in understanding, "But instead of Nyi Linggi good bang, was he who howled when there was Kalong Wewe. "quote me.

"Cave of yepin. Nyi Linggi who gave you the conditions to take out the fucking trash again. He's the one who got you up here boy." Answer the man, "there's a point why he yelled at you earlier. He wants you to go to his palace without any injuries."

"Where does it mean bang." I'm still not understanding.

"That condition is just a joke boy. Nyi Linggi wants to ngunduh. Know about lu? She's gonna get married?"whispered.

"Who wants to marry bang?" I still don't understand the direction of the conversation.

"Elu boy."

Like being struck by lightning I heard the answer. So I naively entered the trap. My body shivered.

The man took a cigarette out of his pocket, pinched his mouth and set it on fire. A faint smoke billowed from his lips. I was stunned, in this state he could have smoked quietly.

Then consciousness hit me. I dare to ask him. "So my brother nganter here so I can be sacrificed bang?" My toot.

He brazenly breathed his cigarette smoke into my face. "The cave is here for your mastiin to ride safely to pick up the damn trash so you can help. And your mastiin came down safely." he replied calmly, "It's only you who can help you. And only the cave can help you."

"I.. Yes, sorry bang." I regret my doubts.

"Now you're on your way. Straight ahead. When you meet, your trash wraps a white cloth that you carry. Straight back here." His order.

I nodded in understanding. Then with a sip I stepped forward towards this field.

The mist is like having a life of its own, moving slowly without wind. The further I step this gray fog gets thicker. While in the distance there are silhouettes of the forest and dark shadows of the palace building Nyi Linggi.

I gasped as my eyes saw something behind the fog in front of me. In silence I stopped and squatted down while my eyes still looked at the silhouette within the fog.

I slowly dragged my feet closer. Sweat dripped down on me. The closer, the shadow began to become more and more apparent. Looks like a mound of something.

When the fog finally cleared up, I was surprised to find what I saw. It was a new cemetery. Seen from the ground that is still red and loose. Above him lying just like that it seems to be a bandage that Ayu threw away yesterday. From the sanitary pad was seeping fresh blood smelling rancid. The blood flowed down until it finally made a pool of blood limited to the fog.

My body convulsedly read the name written on the grave's tombstone. Ayu's name is clearly written there, complete with her date of birth. The feather I'm sitting on, seeing the date of his death is the date of today.

With trembling hands I took out a white cloth from my pants pocket. I picked up the sanitary napkin that was still dripping blood and I immediately wrapped it in a cloth.

As the fog grew thinner, the corner of my eye realized something was twitching. I screamed hysterically and fell down as the mist lifted the curtain.

There was a creature who was licking blood in the puddle earlier. His face was full of blood. His tongue is long. His hands and feet were bent like a cat. Her long hair was thin and her eyes were looking straight at me.

With trembling legs I inched back slowly. As much as possible do not make sudden movements. The creature's eyes continued to look at me who was slowly moving backwards. But he stays there. His tongue stopped licking blood. But he stays there.

Then I felt something soft touch my back. I immediately stopped and tensely looked back. Body freezes. Standing right behind me with long hair down to the ground.

"Nyi Linggi."

My body shivered uncontrollably. Not a single bit I can shift. The creature kept looking at me, his blood-soaked face glistening as the moonlight struck.

Behind me, Nyi Linggi's black robe seemed to sway in the wind. From the corner of my eye, I saw his hand moving about to reach me. Unable to move, my eyes widened in horror as his pale fingers touched my shoulders. I tried to remember any prayer, but my panicked mind could not remember a single prayer.

I was able to master my body again when I heard the sound of flapping wings through my ears. A black crow flew between me and Nyi Linggi and then alighted on Ayu's grave.

The bird's head moved. His black eyes looked at me. Then suddenly he roared violently and flew towards me. I screamed in fear while covering my face with my hands trying to avoid the black bird's claw. But he just passed by, and at the same time missed also Nyi Linggi's nail that stuck on my shoulder. Realizing, I immediately inched to the side quickly avoiding the reach of Nyi Linggi's hand, then with trembling legs I turned around and ran as fast as I could.

I ran in no direction. The gray mist blocked my view. All I thought about was moving as far as possible. Imagining the pale hands of Nyi Linggi reaching my back made my entire body tremble.

A black silhouette appeared suddenly in front of me, unable to avoid, I fell rolling on the ground. I got up, alert. My eyes nyalang look around trying to find the figure of Nyi Linggi and the Blood creature earlier. They were nowhere to be seen, all around me was a thick fog. There was no sound whatsoever.

Slowly I moved closer. I hid behind a tombstone. From behind, with fear I searched for a figure that approached, but what appeared was only fog.

This opportunity I use to regulate my breath and calm my heartbeat. I gently touched my pants pocket, worried that the pads were falling, but it was still there.

The flapping of the wings sounded again, and suddenly from behind the fog the black Crow appeared and directly landed on the tombstone above my head. I was shocked to death, dodging to roll away. The crow stayed there as if it didn't care. He developed his black wings and started pecking at those wings. I'm still watching him beware. Tonight's events taught me that anything can happen. My neck is stiff, but I don't want to take my eyes off this bird. I convinced myself to be ready if the bird turned into a Kuntilanak or any demon. But that bird doesn't care about me at all. He flapped his wings and descended upon the grave. Its beak pecked at the moss that flourished covering the gravestone.

Something crossed my mind. I slowly approached the mossy tombstone. With trembling hands I slowly pulled the moss that seems to have grown on this tombstone for years without ever being cleaned. When I pull, the roots of the fibers also pull off the cement flakes. This tombstone is so fragile. The moonlight was too weak to help me see what was engraved on this tombstone, so I stuck my fingers together, trying to read it by hand.

The first letter that reads is the letter M, the next without difficulty I recognize the letter O. I had trouble recognizing the next letter, the sculpture was worn out, the letter strokes were a bit vague, whether the letter..... K

A hand suddenly appeared from behind and pulled my hand. I was hysterical. My free leg and hand frantically beat and kicked trying to escape from the grip of any creature.

Then a voice that I knew and sounded a little upset, "Hormatin's a dead man boy."

I opened my eyes. The man stood straight behind me "Let's move. You have no time left" said the man again as he walked away.

...........

I stumbled to follow his hurriedly-looking steps. A thick gray fog still surrounded us, but that person seemed to understand the direction of his steps.

I look back for a moment. My hunch says something's following, but every time I get something there's just emptiness.

The fog is getting thinner, but the feeling of gripping even more felt. My intensity is looking back more and more. Every time I jumped in shock, feeling a cold hand touch my nape. I can no longer distinguish between hallucinations or reality. Is it just my feeling or is it really a hand.

The fog did not help at all. The dark shadows of the thin, branching cantigi tree in my eyes were like a ghostly figure standing still.

Many times I have fallen, but the man has not looked. He's still walking. Only occasionally did he glance at the clock in his hand or light his cigarette. All done while walking.

Kuntilanak figures appear occasionally from behind trees. This time I don't care. I don't care about the figure that flew from branch to branch.

Nyaliku back tested when heard the voice of an old woman singing the Javanese song. His voice sounded slow but clear. The man suddenly stopped and took out his machete.

Instead of continuing to follow the path, the man instead broke through the bush on my left. He used it to open the road. We broke through the weeds at waist level. In some places the weeds even exceeded my height.

A hand protruded from behind the bush, but lightly the man swung his machete swiftly. The hand broke off and turned into a fog. Along the way, those handcuffs are getting more and more. They did not only emerge from behind the bush, but also from underground.

The man stopped again. This time he asked me to turn around the path. I was restless to see his face was no longer as calm as usual. His machete was again swung to the left right. Suddenly we came out at the Horse Cemetery.

Our sudden appearance apparently diverted the attention of the ghosts of villagers who seemed to be draped in the climber's tent. Dozens of pairs of eyes stared at us without blinking. Without any command suddenly they moved slowly towards us. I was hysterical when the ghost closest to me hugged my thigh. I thrashed until I fell. That hand just came off when that guy pulled me. While the voice of the old woman who sang the Javanese song sounded closer and closer.

The guy whispered softly in my ear, "Run boy." Then he added, "Never look back."

Along with the smell of blood, the man ran while dragging me. I ran the zigzag avoiding the ghostly hands of the villagers trying to reach my feet.

Apart from the village ghost siege, I begged the man to stop for a rest. Both my legs are almost numb. But he kept pulling me. I ran with limping and holding pain in the soles of the feet, until I finally collapsed because my thighs were cramped. It feels like all my energy has been drained.

In front of me, behind the bush was a huge old tree. The wood skin is white. Long hair-like tendrils fall here and there from its giant branches. The first thing I saw was a pocong coming out from behind the tree. My heart is beating slowly. But I resigned, realizing I couldn't run with legs like this.

Next is kuntilanak. Some sit while shaking their legs, some hang with their heads down. There are two or three blood-red kuntilanak, the others are white. It was the most unusual sight I met on the climb, it was like a Kuntilanak fruit.

And the tendrils are like hair. I'm mistaken. It was actually hair.

My eyes follow the person's eyes. Poked by the old tree earlier, standing up, was Nyi Linggi.

No wind blows. Not even the sounds of the forest. Around me it was freezing. The aura of anger I felt was very pressing. My whole joint is stiff. I can't even look at it at all. My eyes were fixated without being able to blink seeing Nyi Linggi hovering down.

That person was still standing in his place, but now he was a bit backward and shifted blocking my view on Nyi Linggi. The mystical aura I felt was becoming more and more. My body shivered violently. Not only me, the man's hands I saw began to tremble.

I was immediately panicked. What if that person chose to run away and left me with a foot that was unable to move? I'm goosebumps. Even for surrender I cannot afford. I don't want to die in this place.

Thin fog seemed to be moving down from the steep incline to my right, while on my side either the path down or the abyss, I could no longer remember where I was. The direction is like being cut off just swallowed by the darkness of trees and branches that cross each other.

Something was hanging upside down on that branch. His head and hands drooped down, his face covered in hair, but I felt his eyes staring fixedly at me.

I was no longer able to react. As the smell of pandanus grew stronger, I barely cared. Maybe my life is not long.

But considering Ayu, I felt guilty for almost giving up. I wish I hadn't taken her up to Ciremai..

My chest is warm again. There was a speck of spirit that appeared. I've come this far. I must succeed. We both had to go back to Jakarta, back to our usual normal lives.

As the calmness appeared, my legs were able to move even though weak. Slowly I tried to stand up. It was just a false calm. I fell back, my legs too weak to stand.

With his trembling hands, the man gave me a warning to be silent.

With her pale face, Nyi Linggi stood there, separated only by a pathway. Silent sculpting. On it, the branches of kuntilanak-kuntilanak trees move oddly.

Amidst the mounting tension, my ears heard something. His voice came from the direction of the lower path. My eyes widened when something finally appeared. It was the sound of a group of several climbers who climbed the night.

The front person seems to carry a large size carrier, making his way bent. Behind him trailing two others, his path was stoned and looked exhausted. I was tense watching them pass slowly between that person and Nyi Linggi. But like the previous climbers, they didn't seem to see us either. All eyes were staring at the climbers. Nyi Linggi's eyeball moved following the last climber's step which suddenly stopped.

My heart slipped on hearing the climber yell out to his two friends, "Oii Satan, rest for a while. Cape this cave, dog!"

I timidly dared myself to look at Nyi Linggi. I was horrified to imagine her reaction to hearing the disrespectful rant just now.

Slowly and brokenly I saw the face of Nyi Linggi turned to the climber. His eyes were red and clearly angry.

I prayed for the climber to leave immediately. But he was still there, his hands resting on the trekking pole. He seemed to be adjusting his blooming breath.

Two of his friends were waiting not far above him. One of them shouted, "Look a little more. Later ngecamp in Tanjakan Seruni aja."

Another added, "Udah I said, it's better through Palutungan if you ride. The descent just passed Linggarjati. Lu ngeyel kalo spielin."

The last climber laughed insolently and said, "Where are you going. This is a mountain, not really! All paths are difficult! Fucking mountain!! "

In an instant the mood changed. The pale hand of Nyi Linggi moved, looking menacing with its pointed, black hooves. A black shadow figure moved quickly and hit the climber who was completely unaware of the situation. I waited tensely for what was to happen. But the black figure that entered his body apparently did not immediately show the effect, he still laughed insolently.

With his long fingers, Nyi Linggi's hand stretched out as he stepped towards the climber. I who can't speak can only cover my mouth with my hands. My eyes are wide.

That person who had been standing in front of me had also moved. I saw his chest rise and fall quickly, then suddenly he growled loudly followed by the sound of a tiger's roar. I screamed hysterically while closing my ears. His voice boomed through the forest. Several Kuntilanak figures were seen instantly disappearing. The three climbers clearly heard the roar this time. The three frantically ran over the ridge.

Nyi Linggi's steps stopped hearing the roar just now. Without turning his body, his face turned to face the person. His eyes were terrifying. Now he's moving towards us.

The man suddenly dropped. His body was now crawling, his fingers sticking out to the ground. Again a small snarl came from his mouth.

The frightened me got closer to the tree behind me. My hands were shaking violently while closing my ears. While in front of me, that person and Nyi Linggi stared at each other.

Nyi Linggi's eyeballs moved around quickly at that person and me. Then without opening his mouth he let out a dry and cold voice...

"Cumulate all of you...... ''