LOST IN JIN VILLAGE

BETWEEN DREAMS AND REALITY

Aril saw nothing there, but in his heart a feeling arose, that something was watching him at the moment, and the numbers were growing.

Suddenly I had Aril's hair goosebumps.

"Blrrrrhh ...!" Aril shudders.

As the fear grew, Aril quickly unzipped his pants, then urinated towards the toilet hole.

Just now Aril finished doing his wish, suddenly ....

"Tokekkkkk geckos ...!"

Aril jumped in shock, the curse came out of the teenager's mouth.

The gecko sounds with

suddenly, Aril makes a jerk and a wave. When his eyes looked towards the origin of the voice, an indistinct curse still came out of his mouth.

Aril's head looked up carefully at the attic. But he didn't see anything there.

Maybe the gecko is in hiding, soon it will definitely make a sound again, Aril thought.

Long enough Aril waited for the gecko sound, just to eliminate his curiosity. But so far, the gecko has never appeared and rang back. Finally Aril.

Instead of lingering in the bathroom, just to wait for the gecko to sound fearfully, to go back to the room, Aril thought.

"Basic of strange creatures!"

Aril grumbled, as his feet had just come out of the bathroom.

"Creatures strangehhhh .. strange creatureshhh ... strange creatureshhh ...!"

Suddenly it sounded like the voice of someone whispering, mimicking the two words from the sentence that Aril had spoken earlier. The intonation is rather thick with mendes4h. Aril was getting goosebumps, the fur all over his body was like standing up.

Because of fear, Aril's eyes grew wild watching the space that became a separator. Separate between the bedroom with the kitchen, as well as the bathroom.

"The strange creaturehhh ...."

"The strange creaturehhh ...."

Aril's eyes found nothing, but the voice was still buzzing all over the room.

Maybe the whisper came out of dozens of mouths, so it sounded buzzing like this, which made Aril's ears like they were mugged by dozens of wasps.

Because her curiosity was unanswered, the fear grew in Aril's heart. Finally he rushed back to the room. He was about to run, but his steps felt heavy.

Aril's fear grew, as he felt, like something was following him from behind.

So afraid, Aril looked back, wanting to ascertain the truth of something that followed him. He thought, if he didn't see anything, surely his fear would pass.

But if there is something, Aril will be determined to take a thousand steps. Get out of this room, and run into Dara's room .. uh no! To Pak Sarwo's room means .. for help.

When Aril turned his head, there was no creature he could see, other than a piece of furniture in the dim light of a lamp. However, not the fear of Aril who lost, instead his nape is getting creepy, even his body began to be soaked in cold sweat.

Aril rushed towards the door of the room. He wanted to be on the bed immediately, and covered his entire body with a blanket. Who knows, in such a way his fear will disappear.

Kanehan which is no less horror is back. Just now Aril was at the door of the room. The door that was closed, suddenly opened by itself. It opened slowly like someone was pushing the door.

Kriiiieettttt ...!

The sound of the door creaking actually created sesansi, which made the feathers on Aril's body stand up.

When the move of the door had stopped, Aril quickly jumped into the room, and closed it quickly.

After the door closed, Aril leaned against the door leaf with his eyes closed. He leaned back as if holding the door from the urge to keep it from opening. His hands stretched out, with breathless breaths, and his eyes were still closed.

Long enough Aril was in such a position, until finally he could control himself, and his breathing again subsided. Slowly he opened his eyes.

Just as his eyes were opened, Aril's gaze immediately clashed with the figure sitting on the window.

Whether since when the window of the room was open, Aril did not have time to think about it, because his eyes were now wide open with gaping mouths, no sound came out of his mouth.

Aril's face became stiff, with eyes not separated from the creature sitting while dangling both legs.

The creature looked at Aril expressionlessly. Silence, with the legs constantly moving, swings like the beat of music. Very relax.

Between conscious and not, Aril had seen the creature grinning at him, which made Aril shiver even more, and finally fell to the floor.

Fainting ....

****

Aril wriggled as there was a gentle pat on his leg.

"Mas ... Mas ... wake up, Mas!"

Aril's gaze touched the figure of Dara, who was standing slightly notched at the side of the bed, near Aril's feet.

Dara bowed like that, probably because she had just woken up Aril, by patting the young man's leg.

"Let's get up, Mum! It's almost eleven!" dara's decree, when she saw that Aril's eyes had opened. A smile rang on the lips of the girl who had the thin makeup.

Although the makeup is very minimalist, but able to strengthen the charm of Dara, as a girl who has stepped on adolescence.

"Alight eleven?" asked Aril in a murmur.

"Yes, it's almost eleven. It seems that Mas slept so soundly, probably due to the influence of the drug taken last night," replied Dara, with an explanation.

Dara walked towards the table where there were several jars, cups and flasks on it. Then he began to get busy with these things, regardless of Aril.

Pulas ...?

The question was only expressed by Aril in his heart.

Maybe what Dara said was true. He slept so well that it caused him to wake up late.

But why does his whole body feel sore? Wouldn't if we sleep in a deep or sound state, will make the body more fresh?

The questions that arise, make Aril begin to remember what he experienced last night.

The voices ....

Yes, sound!

A voice like whispering with a sentence that almost everything Aril did not understand. Aril's brain is working, rolling back the details of the events he experienced last night. He tried hard to remember.

"Who moved me to the bed?" aril asked, when his memory came to the last event he experienced last night.

It was clear that time he had fallen on the floor of the room, which rendered him unconscious.

"Moved it?" Dara answered Aril's question with a question.

His forehead was slightly wrinkled, thus making his two eyebrows neat like a link. His gaze turned to Aril with a look of astonishment.

"Yes, last night I fell in front of the door, after coming out of the bathroom. I think ... last night I passed out," explained Aril.

"Maybe it was just a dream."

Dara shifted the chair, tucked it into the bed, then she sat there, next to Aril.

"Right now, Mas's memory began to gradually recover, so that what was once experienced would return again into that memory. Maybe this is what makes Mas like a dream," continued Dara.

Aril only listened to what Dara said, by gawking like a confused person.

"I was the first to enter this room. I saw Mas still sleeping on the bed. Because I have a lot of rest, so I let. Only now I dare to wake up, it was because Mas had to take a bath at twelve noon, with potion water made by Father last night," explained Dara quite long.

Aril listens with the brain constantly thinking, while digesting all the sentences that Dara says.

Maybe what Dara said was true. However, everything Aril experienced last night felt so real. This made Aril doubtful.

Aril's eyes turned to the window that was still closed. His memory returned to the creepy creature, which sat dangling above the window.

"Is the window always closed?" ask Aril later.

He deliberately asked like that, because this window had never been seen open.

Yesterday when Aril tried to open it, he had a very strange incident. But at that time, Dara could give a plausible explanation.

But, last night ...?

Wasn't that sound coming from the window? Then it just goes on to the next strange things. Aril was sure, when the event happened, he was in a conscious state. Because it all feels so real.

"No, the window was deliberately not opened, because Mas was still sleeping," replied Dara.

His eyes led to where the window was.

"So when you came in, was that window open?" search Aril.

"No, the window was closed from yesterday."

Dara stared fixedly at Aril, as if trying to convince Aril, with what he said.

"Let me open now" he continued, rising up and walking towards the window they were talking about.

Aril's eyes followed the girl, with a still curious heart.

The shutters opened, a breeze entered the room, carrying the distinctive aroma of the country soil. Of course the scent had fused with the smell of Dara's perfume, before stopping in Aril's nose.

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