Comploters Not Afraid of Ghosts

Chapter 2: A Family of Ghosts Living in a Well

Ever since Ari bought the drawing equipment, he's always been in

his desk. He rarely holds his bike. Ari draws a child who likes to pick up toys,

what he saw in the well. Because lately the child often appears in

her room. Like tonight, when Ari was in his blanket. Her eyes

almost closed. He was half asleep. He could still see his room. And

the boy appeared there, in the middle of the room. Usually after that Ari does not

remember until he wakes up. But this time Ari wanted to be completely awake.

He tried to sit. He saw the boy standing in front of him. That kid

wearing white clothes and pants. His hair was sparse, his teeth were barking, his eyes and ears

widths. His legs are long and have a lot of fur. In both hands he held

something's. That's Ari's toy. The game was long lost. After that Ari

he could not remember until his mother woke him.

“Build Ari, it's your milk is already on the table,” said Ari's mother

while cleaning the blanket.

Ari rubbed her eyes. He's still a little sleepy.

“Lho is your old toy is here?” Ari's Mother

astonished to look at the floor. But after that he walked to the door carrying a shirt

dirty Ari.

“Later noon there is a new symbol coming here,” said Ari's mother

again, closing the door.

Ari quickly sat down. He looked at the floor of his room. There's two

toys there. Plane toys and toy cars. Last night the boy

stand there carrying this toy. Ari rushed to his desk. He opens a book

draw and start scribbling his pencil. This time he was serious

draw a picture. The child who liked to pick up the toy was so clear in his mind.

The following nights Ari slept soundly. The boy no longer

coming again. Until one day Ari woke up from his sleep. Sound from the direction

the well woke him. The sound of a broomstick. Looks like someone's sweeping a broom

lidi in the well. Slowly Ari got out of bed, he thought it was morning, symb

the new ones have started to sweep. But when you look at the wall clock, it's still a clock

2. Ari's steps are restrained. He's the window lyrics. Behind the curtain it's dark\, mark

the lights in the well area are not turned on. Ari is still standing. What might be a sweeping symbock

the nights with the lights out? Curious, Ari opened the curtain. It really is, in

dimang well area there mbok-mbok is sweeping using a broomstick. Like symboks

that new one. Wear a barricade and a kebaya. But this one has her hair down. And

her legs are long and hairy. Spontaneous Ari ran towards her bed. He's closed

his head with a pillow. The sound of the broomstick was still heard. Ari tried

closed his eyes. He forced her to sleep. In the morning his mother woke him up. Moments

Ari drinks her milk she hears her mother's conversation and the symbock at the well. Standoffs

complaining to his mother, already 3 times the broomstick is always lying on the edge of the well,

he always kept it in front of the kitchen door.

“I never makai Mbok, Simbok times forget,” said mother

Ari while putting dirty clothes.

“I always keep it simple on your doorstep Ma'am, yes where there may be

rats can pull a broom into a well,” serious word symbok.

“Cock smelly cigarette yes mbok?” mother Ari said as she stood

next well.

“Bapak kali Bu, was ngrokok? Symbok word origin guess.

“Father from the past never ngrokok Mbok,” replied Ari's mother

stepping into the kitchen.

And simbok still discuss the problem of broomstick. Ari knows

who wears a broomstick. Mbok-mbok rich symbok. But his legs are long and

feathery.

Tomorrow, ask permission to leave his job.

Because earlier in the morning he saw women wearing hooks and kebaya go into

wells. Father Ari said, maybe the symbol is not at home. He's just looking

reason to get out.

But after the symbok came out and replaced more mbak-mbak

young, Ari doesn't hear the sound of a broomstick anymore. The nights he didn't

awakens. One morning Ari's mother woke her up.

“This milk you drank cold,” mother Ari put

a glass of milk at Ari's table.

Ari still familiarized her eyes with the light of morning.

“This picture of people kok feet kayak monkey?” Ari's mother is still

standing next to Ari's desk. He seemed to be watching something at

tabletop.

there is something strange, why the picture of Ari is on the table. Ari never did

leave the picture there. Everything he put in the drawer. Ari is approaching

tabletop. He's growing in wonder. Pictures of a child who likes to take toys lying in

his desk. And on the left right of the child's picture there are not obvious scribbles

like a tangled thread. And Ari's pencil was next to her. Terbesit Ari

imagining his mother prank him out of a drawer and doodling

with pencil. Or maybe her new maid? With annoyance Ari deleted

scribbles in his picture. The picture he put in the drawer.

The next day, it always happened in the morning. Picture

the one Ari had put in the drawer, the morning was lying on the table, there

scribble on his left right and there's a pencil next to him. Until one morning Ari

ask his mother.

“Ma, mommy yes who came out Ari picture,” asked Ari in front

his desk. His mother opened the door.

“That picture? Mama doesn't know. It's not you who drew.

What the hell is that picture. Serem. People kok feet like monkeys,” then

ari's mother came out with dirty clothes.

Ari was still glued in front of her desk. It seems like this time he

won't erase those scribbles.

That night, Ari was already preparing for bed. His eyes are half

I can still see his desk. The picture was deliberately not put into

drawers. In a lying position, Ari smelled an unusual odor in her room.

It is like the smell of cigarette smoke when the neighbors are smoking. Not long after, Ari felt

someone entered his room. There are three people. But they didn't come in from the door.

They came out of the wall that leads to the well. They stood in front of Ari. Ari

I have no intention of waking up. But with his head still stuck in

pillow, he wanted to observe what was in front of him. The one in the middle, Ari already

very familiar. Kids who like to pick up toys. But now he's grasping

pencil Ari. To his left the old woman is like a symbock. But her hair

ravelled. He's got a broomstick. On his right the old man wears

caping like a farmer. On his finger was a cigarette. Their feet

all long and many feathers. Ari did not move a bit

his position. He just wanted to observe closely what was in front of him.

Until the sleepiness makes him unconscious.

In the morning, his mother woke him up. Usually

Ari is hard to wake up. This time he rushed to his desk. Pictures and

the pencil is still there. His mother was a little surprised to see his son who started

draw a picture. When he left, his mother stopped. He saw a double broom

on the wall of the room leading to the well.

“Lho's broomstick kok is here,” Ari's mother wonder. Him

looking at Ari. The boy was busy with his pictures. But Ari's mother started

think. There's no way his son brought that broom here. The kitchen door leads

to the well when night is locked. Ari won't be able to open it because of position

the key is too high.

“Ijah, here jah!” ari's mother called the maid. He asked

why is the broomstick in Ari's room. The shooter didn't feel like putting a broom there.

But Ari's mother doesn't seem to believe it. He told his maid to put the broom

in front of the kitchen door.

Then Ari's mother came closer to the window. He felt there was a smell

something's.

“You what the hell is this? How does a cigarette smell?” mother Ari advances

his nose. He breathed air around the window. Then he came out and came back

bring room fragrance. He sprayed it into the corners of the room, especially the

it's by the window.

Ari still did not flinch with the picture. He doesn't care

with his mother's busyness. What was in his brain was now so clear. She wanted

spill everything onto drawing paper.Since he knows, the drawing is incomplete.

After removing the tangled streaks of yarn he began to draw two figures on the right

left a picture of a child who likes to take toys. Almost half an hour Ari choked

scribble paper. When he finished, he was satisfied. This is the best picture

he once made. Pictures of families living in the well.