Comploters Not Afraid of Ghosts
Chapter 1: The Ghost of a Little Child Who Loves to Take Toys
The revived baby is now almost 5 years old.
His full name is Harindra. His mother called him Ari. Today Ari got a bike
his first. The four-wheeled bicycle he was driving in front of the house. As always, though,
this afternoon, the children were playing on the village road. Ari was one of the children
taciturn. On his bike he just observed other children his age joking and
run about. But then he noticed a child who kept crying.
His age is below him. Ari knows why she's crying. There's another kid who
taking toys. Plastic baby toys. The toy was carried running around
among the other children. Until the crying mother came and realized
what the hell is going on.
“Who took his toy sister?” The mother asked the children
just there.
The kids are throwing each other. No one feels taken
toy.
“Nobody took it!” a child dared to answer.
“Fall to got times!” another one is lying.
The mother just kept quiet. His face was upset while carrying his child
who is still crying.
Ari knows who took. He wanted to tell the mother.
But RT's mother came and told the children to go home.
“Come kids, this is Maghrib, let's go home, demons already
on dateng, ntar you guys kidnapped the same demon you know.”
The next day, Ari's mother was furious. He's standing in front
Ari. In his hand was a plastic toy. Said the toy he found floating
the well. Their house had a well on the side.
“Not Ari to take. Yesterday there was a child who took,” innocently
Ari mebela.
Ari's mother was angry. Ari got one jewel. Ari's Mother
rushed to the neighbor's house to return the toy. Ari cried, sobbing,
stuck in front of her bedroom door.
In the afternoon, as usual Ari was on his bike.
The kids were playing and running. And the little boy was crying again. Child
the one yesterday lost a plastic duck toy. His crying became more. He lost
toys again. And Ari saw the boy again. The child who takes the toys.
This time it's a rattlesnake toy. The toy was carried around in circles, running between
other children. The rattling sounds were mixed with the ripples of the children
play. Until the crying child was visited by his mother. Carrying his son
he looked at Ari. Spontaneous Ari pointed to the child who picked up the toy.
“He who took his toy,” shouted Ari innocently.
But Ari was surprised, the mother looked at the children
others. Not the child Ari pointed at.
“That's taking her toy,” Ari's little voice louder.
His finger was now pointing to another place because the boy was running here and there
rang his rattles.
The mother even glared at Ari. He feels played. Then
he brought his crying son into his house.
The night was quiet. The clock on the wall sounded regular
ari's Room. The clock hand points at the number 2 more. Ari slumped inside her blanket. But
Ari sat in bed. Long ago Ari remembered, that was the sound of rattling toys earlier
afternoons. Ari just realized it's still midnight. The voice sounded from outside
room, well direction. There was a child this afternoon playing in a frenzy
near wells. Ari was getting scared. He got out of bed to call his mother. But
as he passed through the window, he stopped. The clanking sound was still there. Ari
curious, was the boy there? Ari open the window curtain. Well area
looks crisp . There's no one there. But a clattering sound was heard
evidently. The voice echoed, like it came from inside a well. Spontaneous Ari running
to her parents' room.
“Mama, Ari scared,” Ari woke her mother. His father's
next to his mother snored.
Ari's mother woke up, seeing her pale son standing in the
bedside.
“Why baby?” Ari's mother held her son's hand. That hand
cold and wet from sweat.
“Ari scared Ma,” Ari face weld.
“You're having nightmares huh?” ask Ari's mother who began to look
her child
Ari just nodded. He doesn't know how
explain it.
That night Ari slept with her mother. His mother was in
next to it. But Ari can't sleep. The clinking sound was still coming out of
in wells.
Ari awakens. His eyes were half open. But he can
see her mother sitting next to the bed, showing her something in her hand. Toys
rattling.
“Mama don't know what to do, want to say what else with mom
next door,” Ari's mother's face is angry, but not like yesterday. Now he's kinda
resignedly.
“Not Ari who took, yesterday afternoon there was a child who took,”
ari's small voice was still hoarse.
“This is the last. If you take another toy, then
you throw it in the well, you can't play outside for a week!”
Then Ari's mother came out of the room. It seems like he wants to be soon
bring back the toy. Ari was still lying on her bed. This time
she doesn't want to cry. Because what he imagined was a well on the side
homehouse. With a still shaky step he headed to the well. Getting closer to the well
ari's steps are getting slower. One more step he could see into the well. Till
at the edge of the well, Ari loosened his head. In the well was a child.
The child who takes the toys. He sits on the water. Ari ran away towards
her room. On the bed, he covered the pillow on his head.
Ari's mother came shortly. He found his son sobbing in
mattresses. Body shivers.
“Why are you, son? You sick?”
Ari's mother is so worried. She sussit she's so sorry
has scolded his son. The child he never had.
