Misty Soil

About the past

Twenty years ago

Heavy rain, muddy ground, the sound of people screaming for help. A woman tried to wave her hand in the water. His legs seemed interested, he who could not survive again until finally drowned by the figure of a creature into the bottom.

“Harun” call voice from in water.

Aaron opened his eyes, he was trying to rise to the surface. The woman tried to catch her breath in the water. But still his feet were still held back by the monstrous figure. One of the horrifying creatures bit his right leg, blood flowing in the water being assaulted by the other figures. The pain, the sting he was pushing but his body was getting slashed by the devil's fingernails.

“Whoever help me! If me and the child I am carrying can get out of the water then I will give my soul as a substitute” Aaron murmured.

No one heard his heart, his body was cut by the hooves of demons in the water. I was in pain, he kept his stomach closed to prevent being touched. The age of Aaron's womb entered three months, he said his heart again hoping that someone would hear.

“Please save my baby! I traded it for my soul!” inner again.

The water slowly rolled up his body, the figure of the white shirt helping to release the hands of the demons then carried him up to the surface. Screeches echoed not accepting the man let go. From above after seeing Aaron, the citizens immediately brought him over. Wounds all over the body, especially bite marks on the legs, make people who witnessed screaming in fear. The maid glared asking the residents to make room for her. He poked the rotting-looking leg with his keris.

Ratmi, who could not bear to see Aaron's moans, asked Darma to tell the maid to stop.

“Argghh! Arghh!” aaron's screams in pain.

“What are you doing sir? You want to kill him?” ask Ratmi.

“Sabar ma'am, the father is treating our son” said Darma.

“Please sir, enough is enough!” Ratmi shook her husband's arm.

Aaron fell limp, he was resigned to all the fate he received. A few hours ago he was with Warid and Faras in a great muscle fight. The two men showed remorse. At the edge of Telaga, the two men pulled each other over for Aaron. The figure of Warid who still did not accept if Aaron chose Faras as her husband.

He forced Aaron to the Misty Lake, Faras, who knew his wife was taken, followed immediately while carrying a thick wooden beam. Faras' anger spiraled out of control hitting Warid's head. Blood came out, Aaron cried asking that Warid stop hitting him. Without feeling a step back trying to break up the two even Aaron plunged into the Lake.

Byurrrs.

“Arggh.!”

“Harun!” shouted both.

If only on that day he was not carried away by Warid, then his soul was not mortgaged to get out of the ghost nest to release the grip of the water dwellers. Not after it becomes a dark time in the shadow of fear.

Until the birth of Herman, the woman was too afraid to convey all the events she experienced in the Misty Lake to Faras. Little happiness was present in the middle of their families, faras was very happy until he held a big event by inviting all colleagues and all villagers. Aaron's sad face that could not be covered, he felt that the time would be drawing near. The figure who once saved him in the bottom of the Lake has been present charging for the promise.

“Harun, it's time for you to return to ku” said a figure in black clothes grinning at him.

He opened the curtain made of skull heads. The red light around the fire was burning. One by one it seemed that the people who entered immediately screamed in pain. The body threw up, until the ground turned into embers of fire. His screams broke to the point of being carried away to the conscious, Faras rubbed his back and gave him a glass of water. He looked hard to catch his breath, his shoulder convulsions seemed so frightened.

“Darling, what was your dream to scream like that?” ask Faras who is still trying to calm down.

Aaron just shook his head continuing to gulp down the water. She's moving around checking her baby box. The dripping water as if breaking a dam dips Herman's forehead. In a short time he will part with the baby.

In a difficult time, he writes a small note that Faras accidentally carries on the room table while he is in a hurry to enter the work file. A note about a big secret about the story of exchanging his soul for another figure. Exactly later tonight on a full red full moon the wife gave her life that had been promised.

Faras' hand shook as soon as he read it, he grabbed the car key speeding up the vehicle. While inside the house has been welcomed the appearance of the figure of one of the Telaga residents. The smell of the pungent carnation, the long fingernail was ready to reach Aaron's body. He sobbed, hugging Herman very tightly.

The doors and windows were tightly locked, not a single guard could open them. He has given up his fate. The tiny baby was crying, the sound of crying incriminated his steps towards the figure that was already waiting for him. The red light of the full moon, the wolf's aura was unpretentious in the drizzle and strong winds.

Geck, tok.

“Harun!” shouted Faras.

The door he managed to break was seen a figure already holding his wife's hand. When he was about to take Aaron flying, they were stopped by another ghostly figure in white clothes flying along.

“Wait, let me be his replacement! Don't take my wife!” faras.

The figure that had been pinned under the light of evil was forced but Faras pulled until it bit the wrist dripped blood onto one of the ghosts near Aaron. The rapid movement of the ghost of Gumamtong devoured the dripping blood. He forgot the covenant he made himself, having already felt human blood as a substituted offering. He was forced to bring Faras flying away leaving behind a horrible shriek.

Under that beam, Aaron heard faintly the sound of screaming. She wept bitterly at the loss of her husband. The rest of Faras' blood on the tiles bears the silent witness to the former pawns of life in the Misty Lake.

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“Sister, I never agreed to the words of the man when he offered his life in lieu of my help, Murga said.

“Shut! This man is already mine!” gumamtong.

“Do not block us!” peekit Rambe's.

They went with Gumamtong to bring Faras flying into the water. The flesh and blood were sucked out, the bones of his skull were dropped to the bottom of the water along with another pile of skulls.

They had missed the red moonlight that should have gained strength by subverting the human soul. But Rambe, who was lulled with drops of human blood, ignored Aaron's conversion of soul in between his pleasures to taste the blood of Pharas.