GHOST VILLAGE

SECTION 35: ALONE

My brain immediately imagined what kind of figure Ki Barong was told by Mr. Rengga.

"His body was large height, certainly bigger than the tiger that was destroyed by Cindy. Because Mr. Rengga said, Ki Barong is most feared by the dedemit here. So how big is Ki Barong's body?"

The coffee tree leaves in front of me swayed loudly signifying the number of spirits that were passing there. A few seconds later, the wave of coffee leaves weakened ... weakened ... and weakened .. and I stepped into the coffee plantation. As I walked along the path, entering the coffee garden just now, I felt like I was crossing a thin membrane, as if separating between the inside of the coffee garden and the outside. Surprisingly, when I looked back to check what membrane I was passing through, I found nothing. Even behind me there is no Mr. Rengga and friends who should still be there.

"So weird, where did they go? The scene behind me was very different from the one I left behind. Back there is just an endless long hallway. Am I entering a different dimension?"

There was no need to wait long for me to get an answer to my question. Because the scenery in front of me is also not a coffee plantation as I saw earlier, but a village with rows of simple houses typical of ancient times. In front of each house there is an amben (a seat made of bamboo trees). But what distinguishes the village from the village of residents in general is the presence of a fairly dense fog covering the entire area of the village. Nun far away, I heard the sound of gamelan being pounded.

I also stepped down the path between the houses of the people. To my left and right all the doors of his house were still tightly shut. After I walked a few steps, just before the fork, I heard the sound of footsteps being dragged and like the sound of a snort.

"Eeeeeeeergh ...,"

It's more or less like the sound I hear. I turned to the left and to the right trying to find the source of the sound. At first I saw nothing, but after searching for a few seconds finally from the right direction I saw a creepy figure walking with his right leg dragged. I was stunned and immediately frightened to see a sinister figure whose hands were not in perfect condition.

I was confused and scared when the creepy figure slowly but surely walked up to me while still making a snort like that. So shocked and frightened, I could not move my body to run or get away, so the creepy figure was already right in front of me.

"Eeeeeergh ..," his grunt grew louder as if angry at me. I stammered and could do nothing, just peeking while glaring in fear, staring at the face of the creepy figure that was black and chipped in some parts.

[Skly]

The sinister figure suddenly continued in his footsteps, slightly tilting next to me. His shoulder was against my shoulder. At that time I could smell the stench of that creepy figure. But he kept walking away from me. I was shocked and thought.

"Why didn't the ghost attack me? Why did he keep walking and enter one of the houses that had been closed?"

I was really surprised by what I had just experienced. Logically, I should be running around now or at least fighting with that figure. But the opposite happened, the ghost seemed ordinary to meet me, even tend to consider me a demon, just like him.

"Oh yeah, I just remembered. My body is jet black and filled with mud. My body smells just as bad as that ghost. It is also true said Mr. Rengga, if I have to disguise myself as a ghost to run my mission, too,"

I didn't linger about the awkwardness I saw just now. I remember my purpose in coming to this place, which was to help my five friends who were stuck here.

A human child walking with his right leg dragged and both hands deliberately slightly bent, and his mouth occasionally let out a strange sound. The human child is me, I am carrying out my disguise so that my existence is not sniffed by supernatural beings in this ghost village. This time in front of me again there were two imperfect figures walking towards me. His physical appearance is not much different from the first ghost. His face was jet black, his legs were a bit crooked. Both of his hands were also in an imperfect position. I'm increasingly twitching my mouth which is actually a bit of a muzzle to the left and to the right while voicing a strange grunt. My right leg is also dragged, not to forget both my hands are also made irregular crooked. Certainly not the same sissy style I've seen before. This is purely my own improvisation, it's the totality of acting to save my friends who until now I have not known their position.

"Aeeeeeng ... aeeeeeeng ..." My grunts were deliberately amplified when I passed the two ghosts. I purposely nudged a little bit of their bodies to better convince them that I was also a ghost, just like them. True to my guess, they returned my snort once and resumed their journey with their right foot dragged. I smiled when I managed to outwit them.

"This train, my sticky smell is already mixed with the smell of human feces in the trenches! No less foul with your body's smell?"

After escaping the two ghosts I continued my steps back to the source of the gamelan music. Who knows, the five kids are there. Doing tricks just like me. Didn't anyone say, 'The safest place to hide a secret is in a public place'? That's why many officials if cheating, will usually take their cheating spouse for a walk in a public place, if anyone sees a stay say there is business or what it is, is fine.

I'm getting closer to the source of that gamelan sound. If measured from the place it seemed far enough, it could be seen from my legs that began to cramp somewhat due to walking by dragging.

"If this keeps up, I'll really be like those ghosts. And both of my hands, I don't want to be bent like this, a little bit different from the pussy pose I've seen. Jijay ah .... Oops!!!"

In front of me about ten meters away, there was a gamelan show with a dancer swaying in the middle of the audience. The audience present at that time was very large. Surely the audience was the same as the three ghosts I saw earlier, their faces were jet black, many had peeled off the skin of their faces, and both their hands were equally crooked. The song they played, reminds me of the song that was performed by ...

"Chah Cempaka???"

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