Kosan Dwellers?

School Story (Part 4-End)

Samsul sir came shortly. Accompanied by the local Ustadz, they entered to see Maya.

Inside there Maya sucked around the contents of the mushola with eyes that swiggled there and there. One by one the eyes of those who see it. There is anger there. His body sits with his legs bent in the direction of the left, and his hands that he placed next to his right thigh, making Susana even more horrified.

Mr. Samsul deliberately invites to communicate to whether the creature is now hiding behind Maya's body. Maya now sits in her place, with eyes still glaring and breath hunting.

"Get out!!" Samsul sat in front of Maya.

Maya silent. He just stared at Mr. Samsul sharply through the corner of his eye.

Mr. Samsul finally chanted prayers that immediately immediately made Maya's body shake. And then Maya weakened, lying on the floor of the prayer hall.

Usut had a mouth, the creature that possessed Maya's body was fond of Maya. He won't leave from there. Even though that night Maya had managed to be awakened from the creature, the fact that the demon was still residing in his body.

After the incident that night, Maya often goes into a trance at school. And who possessed him was still the same, that is the creature he got from the rice field that night.

Maya also often acts strange in class. It made us afraid to get close to him. Maya decides to change schools.

***

For us women who are menstruating, please always be careful wherever we are. Especially if we are in a foreign place. Especially in the mountains. Horrifying indeed.

And for senior Junior High School or Senior High School, please do not have a night hiking event, night juries, night squeals, or whatever it is.

The initial goal was good. That is for his junior sisters to become brave humans. But there are still many other ways that can be used to train courage, right? Like coming to an ex's wedding?

Like my story at the time. Still about when I was in High School.

At that time my school held an inauguration at one of the campsites, Kuningan, West Java. It is at the foot of Ciremai Mountain. Because indeed the schools in my area are mostly always going to the campground Kuningan there if going to hold a camp. Overall, the mountains are a great place to camp. The water there is obviously a lot. Will not run out even if used for all the needs of all campers.

We were a school group there riding in an elf car and arrived at the place after the sublime. The goods from inside the truck were taken down by the boys. While we girls are asked to immediately pray duhur before further setting up the tent.

That afternoon was so exciting. We were joking around laughing together enjoying the atmosphere.

Until we arrived on the second night, we held a night jurit event.

In the middle of the night we who were asleep were awakened by still wearing sports shirts that are not too thick. Next we were asked to walk one by one through the route that was determined by senior brother. The cold night of the mountains began to greet our bodies.

The sounds of friends screaming from a distance started to echo in my ears. Horrified.

Crickets, crickets, crickets.

The sound of the night beast ringing out in the middle of the quiet added to the horror of the night. I don't understand why it used to be night jurit as if it was a mandatory menu at every camp.

I waited long enough. Until finally it was my turn to move forward.

"You go downstairs. Later until the front intersection, take it straight. The point is you follow the candlelight. Understood?" Said senior brother giving me instructions. I'm nodding.

One step, Bismillah.

I took a deep breath. I walked alone through the night in the quiet mountains. Our tent was on top at the time. And the nightclub route we were asked to climb down the descending road.

Step by step I passed.

Toilets. The first sight I passed and horrified me was the toilet on my left. The toilet is the toilet we used this afternoon to take a shower and so on. But the toilet looks terrible. Three buildings lined up without the slightest illumination. Darkened. I catch my breath again.

I continued walking in the direction of the candle covered with a thin bucket, making the light look only dim. But it was quite bright in the middle of the forest full of big trees.

The one I love. The distance of one candle with another candle is quite far, about 4-5 meters. So it could be said that night we walked down the forest road without any illumination. Only the moonlight alone is enough to make the night streets clearly visible.

One by one, I passed the candle. There's nothing. Just as I was passing through the toilet, I saw that there was grass moving there.

I have now reached the intersection. I stopped there for a moment. I saw big trees looming in front of me. Blank. Slender. I took another breath. In my mouth I did not stop reading sholawat which was slightly heard from the beginning I walked earlier. With sholawat, at least my body has a shield from whatever night creatures might intend to disturb me.

According to senior brother earlier, after meeting the intersection I should take the straight path. Exactly with the light of the candle that did direct me to walk straight. Okay bismillah. I continue my path.

On the road, there was either a tree that was about the height of my body, a kind of long-leafed tree but grew far apart. The pebbles began to feel after the sebulum was only a dirt-coated road that I poked.

I'm still broke. My eyes I flicked to the right and left with my head unmoving. There was one person crouching behind the weeds on my left. He's moving. But he didn't bring himself up. He's still squatting there.

I continued walking. Suddenly from the top of my left there was something flying out of what it was. He's black in color. I took a breath. Fuuuuwf.

Whatever I met that night, I assumed they were all senior brothers. That's it already. I don't want to think anything.

I walk again. Up from a distance, in front of me there is one of my friends who knows who it is, being pulled by a demon who knows, the point is big brother yaa. He looks like a kuntilanak.

I stopped my steps. I hesitated to continue my path. Until ...

"Astaghfiullah!!" I was surprised not to flutter when from my right appeared a woman whose long hair stretched forward covering the face, moving in a suckling manner. I ran away immediately. Keep running until I leave my friend who is being pulled by the demon incarnate upperclassman.

Fuuuwww. I took a deep breath when I got to the finish line. There were already my other friends with some senior brothers.

"Take a deep breath and pass through your mouth slowly!" Senior sister said to me. I comply.

"If you're calm, join the others!"

I'm manut. I walked towards the friends who were lying down, sleeping here and there. I'm in. I lay down my tired and sleepy body on the ground that I felt tender. I'm really sleepy. I finally fell asleep on the cold ground.

***

The next morning, while we were having breakfast, one of us, Nina, opened the conversation.

"Eh, something was stray last night," said Nina enthusiastically.

I was eating packaged noodles, silently listening while blowing hot noodles before entering my mouth.

"Who?" Ask the others.

"That's Erika. The time after the intersection he took the right track try?" Nina continues.

"Huh?" One of us was surprised. I am still a loyal listener.

"Well, Erika usually takes right, why? Not that there is clearly a candle sign as a route guide," said another chimed.

"That's it!" Nina cut out her sentence. Makes us all curious.

"According to Erika's confession, he even saw the candle flame pointing to the right. That's why he turned there" continued Nana.

I'm goosebumps. Why are there always 'they' who are ignorant anyway?

"Where is the straight direction? There's a candle too?" I asked to finally talk.

"That's the problem. Erika said, she did not even see any candles in the straight direction. He said that going straight is dark. That's why he took the right. Because there's a candle that's going to the right."

"Astaghfirullah."

Nana's explanation really makes my hair bergidig.

"How serious? Where's Erika walking?" Others are curious.

"Erika was lucky that night. Just as he walked alone to the right, there was an upperclassman who knew. Finally the upperclassman called out while following Erika. 'Where are you going?' So asked the class."

"Certainly??"

"Erika answered plain. 'You go there, brother, continue on the road, ' he said."

We quietly listened with our own horrified minds.

"Hearing Erika's words, the upperclassman is not gawking? People don't go there route either. 'Back and forth, you were misguided!' He said that while asking Erika to turn around."

"...." we're still quiet.

"Well, here's where it gets weird. After Erika walked with the upperclassmen back to the intersection, she was surprised why in the straight lane there was even a candle. He saw that there was nothing there."

"...."

"Erika curious. He finally looked back to see the right path, and O Allah, there that was even pitch black."

We all goosebumps. Erika will really be targeted by 'them'. But Alhamdulillah Allah is All-Good to save him.

"You know? What happens if Erika keeps walking to the right?"

Nana's question made us impatient to hear the continuation. We all bow our heads towards him.

"You will definitely not suspect it," continued Nana is still a puzzle. We are faithful in waiting for its continuation.

"Why do upperclassmen choose a straight path after crossing? Because it turns out that on the right lane there is no road, stuck. At the end of there will be a lake."

I swallowed spit. The lake?

Oh Allah. If only no upperclassmen knew that Erika was turning to the right lane, then what would happen to her?

Allah is the best protector. MashayAllah.