Misty Soil

Screeches

Sandika and others broke up the dispute. They forced Herman to withdraw but he remained reluctant to move from his position. He still remembered all the arrogant man's treatment. Even with a sense of shamelessness he asked for money in addition to ever stealing money owned by Herman. The miserly man entered the house by slamming the door.

“You're a crazy man!” snapped Beben.

They also headed to the forest between the thoughts of Herman who was still branching. It feels like he's back in town and taking the money to shut the Bondan's big mouth.

Entering the forest that they had little memorized the route, the rest of the students set up camp tents in the middle of the forest. There was a hanging talisman tied to a rope that was connected from tree to tree. The maid gave them self-preservation instructions before going there. But still Sandika is reluctant to accept anything given by him.

“I think the choice of this place is quite interesting, very near the haunted Lake. Why are we all camping on the side?” tanya Beben squinted at Sandika.

“I'm sorry, we were forced to quickly set up a tent and fill out other duty sheets” said Sandika was busy lighting a bonfire.

Dusk was not present but the fire was lit, and the smoke burned as a sign of their gathering point back after dispersing in the forest. Staying Sandika who was still around the tent, she saw from a distance the pale face of Gama.

He ran to the place, the figure of Gama walking lead towards the Misty Lake. Sandika's view is not too clear to see the consequences covered by fog. The voice calling Gama's name echoes earthy until the figure of Rame is heard.

“That man is challenging me! He dared to come here like he was challenging me!” Rambe flew to spy Sandika who was standing pecking near the water.

He closed his eyes, uttering short surahs in his heart. The heat burns like boiling water. From the water appeared Rambe flying right behind him, Sandika felt there was a subtle creature then immediately continue reading a short verse in the heart.

“I'll go back” whisper the voice of the delicate creature then disappear.

He found no sign of Gama. Sandika stepped closer into the water and then put her hand in. The water was extremely cold and mossy, from under the many unseen eyes lurking looking at it. His hand was slightly pulled if Murga was not present to open the white fog as a guide for the man to leave immediately.

“Quick go is you Sandika, I can not linger holding you here” said Murga showed himself nearby.

Sandika still lingered on noticing the ghostly figure of the firefly bearer as if helping her. He saw behind the figure appeared another figure whose face shape was very terrible. Other appearances continued with different forms.

“Sandika! Quick go!” the sound of Murga's scream.

Using her mystical hand, she extended the hand beyond three meters to push Sandika away from the Lake. Initially Sandika thought that the ghost figure that helped her would be attacked by other creatures, so she ran back to save her.

“I felt no sign of evil on him. He has helped me so many times Sandika muttered.

“Go!” the echo of a voice that already did not sound foreign in his ears.

When he reached the foggy lake, there was no sight of the figure of the white shirt. In fact, he was attacked by creatures with pulls and scratches on his legs and hands. Read the lafaz surah intermittently because it cannot bear the pain. Instantly the sound of their screams then disappeared with the appearance of the maid.

“Sir, I honestly don't like those things” Sandika said as she walked behind her.

“You like it or not but this is the reality you have to face. It's still lucky I'm looking for you today on the advice of Mr. Babat. He said that the conveyance of the mandate of the deceased the Mbah must be conveyed in keeping the students until returning home” said the keguncen.

“Si Mbah is so good, even after she is not also still able to think of us” said Sandika rubbed her face.

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Star-studded night, the flames in the middle of the camp still felt uncomfortable with the disturbance of strange sightings and sounds in the forest. Arya, Herma and Beben had already entered the tent, they looked exhausted until a loud snoring kept Sandika awake.

He let out a pianika then blew out the sound of the musical scale stairs occasionally staring at the sky. The figure of Murga heard near the camp tree. His gaze was greeted by Sandika, he stopped playing music following Murga's steps.

Long hair straight up to the ankles, white face wrapped in a clean white dress stretched dragging the ground. The scent of a flower-typical scented body, the ghostly figure stopped behind a giant rock adjacent to the Misty Lake.

“Who are you really? Why do I feel so close to you?” ask Sandika.

Hearing the words of Sandika, the wind that felt empty and never felt like it was back in his world. Murga's figure smiled closer and waited for the man before her to reach her pale, eloquent hand. Slowly Sandika grabbed her hand, she smiled up her face in the bright moonlight that shone brightly.

“Sandika, I am a fragment of your unreal dream. I never expected anything even until today met directly with you this is a fortune for me” said Murga.

From a distance came the sound of Rambe, the figure of Murga carrying Sandika back to her camp and disappeared leaving a white mist. Rambe called Murga towards the haunted valley near the edge of the Misty Lake.

“Murga! You didn't hear my words?” Rambe screeched loudly.

“Sister, let me see his shady face, he is not an evil human figure like big brother imagined.”

“Murga! I don't want to lose you! you are my sister!”

“He won't hurt me, don't bother him brother! Trust me.”

Murga flew away leaving him, the figure of Rambe screaming let out a terrible shrill sound. Residents who heard him hiding under their beds immediately, even the post guards immediately hit the kangungan hoping the residents were vigilant. Several other residents flocked to gather movements of positions to guard each other.

If there is a mbah they must have been given instructions about the steps he must take for the peace and comfort of the citizens. Unlike if they hope with Bondan, they want to say they have regretted choosing a replacement village chairman according to the advice of the shopkeeper.