Misty Soil

Sardonic

Keris sacred the original owner of the nursery

Initially the requirements of bathing mystical objects are flowers, squeezing lime juice, frankincense and black cemani chicken blood. Keris is a supernatural figure that is taken from the foot of a giant rock hill as a means of communication opening paths in the region. The sacred keris became ferocious after being exposed to human blood. The figure inside is not in a creature, it seems to be a fugitive and a mere snatch.

“Oh my holy grail, how do I use this power of yours?” said Kam.

Surrounding the silence, there were no signs of any movement. Kam thinks his efforts are in vain considering he is not the only budger who can use it. But, as he threw away the keris walking a few steps came a strange sound calling out to him.

“Kam's. Are you ready to be my master?”

Kam turned his head to see a large tall black figure giving into his hand. The smell of incense stung, the goosebumps in hold as the figure got closer and closer. You only dare to answer in agreement. The figure whispered a special room and a red table and all the contents he had to prepare.

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Many strange occurrences beyond the limits of human logic, various opinions reap the assumption of haunted foggy soot. Another layered world of nature, connecting the black distance in order to become a bond to the human soul. Like the undead, Herman's critical body condition is like living a life of unwilling death. Aaron hugged his son while whispering that he should survive for his sake.

Behind him stood Warid, his hand pulled back as he intended to wipe Aaron's back. He understood the anger of his fatal mistake. The sound of screams calling out his name, shrieking screams resuscitating Herman. The movement of pain shook violently until it fell out of bed.

“Herman my son! Hiks.”

“Suster, quickly call the doctor!” warid's orders panicked.

After the doctor arrived, they were asked to wait outside. Aaron insists on staying beside his son until Warid is forced to pull his body out. The woman was hit her body drooped limply leaning against the wall.

“Harun, drink this warm water even a sip. You have to take care of your health for the sake of Herman” Warid said.

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The scorching rays of the sun guided their journey, sweat dripping in. It has been three hours on foot, until it appears the line of the forbidden area is now marked by police lines.

“We better avoid this place, I don't want us to get in trouble again” said Beben.

“But didn't you know that our goal here is to find Gama?”

“Siti, you should know that Gama is already with another woman, the figure of the inhabitants of this forest area!” beben.

“What do you say?”

Beben ran away from them, Siti was still curious about what he said as soon as he chased by calling her name. Sandika followed suit, a long debate inevitable. Beben said everything until Siti cried so hard and ran away from them.

“Siti wait!”

He still could not believe that Gama would betray him. On that day she decided to go home to the city herself. Confusing forest roads, the sounds of wild animals and white mist began to flatten the place.

“Hikss! Why would you do that to me!” inner City.

Sandika pulls Beben to stay beside her, hoping to find Siti by walking her shoe tracks.

“After we meet Siti later, I advise you to shut up. He must be unstable and sad, so we must calm him down. Arya and Gama disappeared, I don't want Siti carried away also in this big problem.”

“San, I'm just telling you the truth! As per the message of the Mbah if we do not let our guard down and be tempted to the appearance here.”

“Where are you? Answer my call!” shout Beben.

“Siti!” call Sandika.

The figure of Rambe flying flying a black shroud approached, Siti was immediately shocked to faint because she could not see the appearance of a ghost in the form of a terrible Rambe. As she was about to snatch away her soul, Gumamtong blocked her, she flew Siti who was several distances away from Sandika.

“Akkhh! What are you doing?”

“I just don't want this soot to be a malicious rumor that will harm us all. There was no mistake he made. Wait for him to let your guard down, flounder and fall for all your tricks. Then you're free to kill him.”

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“Ben, I found Siti! Quickly here!” call Sandika.

“Young people, why are you back again?” mr. Babat stood by them.

“We searched for Gama and lost one more friend sir. Please help us as a guide of Jalan” replied Sandika.

“Mmhh, I warned you not to challenge death and never to return here. Your presence returns as if giving me the task of returning to carry out the mandate of Mbah” said Mr. Babat.

“Excuse us pak” replied Sandika slowly.

“I have moved to the opposite village, I just sow flowers that are always in the mandate of the Mbah every three months. This is one of my initial requirements that cannot be eliminated. For the sake of the Mbah then today I will help you.”

“Thanks a lot sir.”

Babat's face still showed anger towards them, he helped put up the tent and asked the woman they were carrying. Sandika and Beben tell who Siti and other links about alternating disorders.

“I don't want to guess deeper. The inhabitants of this place will not let go of the soul they want when the human has entered their trap.”

“What does that father mean is the same ghost bothering me in the forest?” ask Beben.

“Yes, if I hadn't come you would have disappeared.”

Late at night in the bustling forest the sounds of owls and wolves howling. The tent that was set up was very near the Misty Lake. Sandika plays the pianika near the giant rocks. The sound of musical instruments melodious, the figure of Murga felt like called to listen to him. He stood on the other end of the rocks, Sandika walked up to him standing face to face staring at each other.

“Murga.”

“Yes, I am Murga who is always looking for your present.”

The proximity of two different creatures of nature was witnessed by the residents who were around. Beben exited the tent about to urinate, he rubbed his eyes looking at Sandika with a woman near the rocks.

“Whose name is Sandika?” muttered.

He slowly walked over seeing the two so familiar. The figure of a pale-faced long-haired woman wearing a white dress screen covered her legs. Both disappeared in the white fog.

“San! Sandika!” call Beben.