Misty Soil

Crack

The sound of a loud knock on the door shocked Jesi, she clenched her hands open preparing to hit. No one, he came back a little annoyed to hear the voice come back. Jesi opened up again glaring in surprise at the shape of the hand attached to the door. He smelled blood, screaming running in search of Paijo. The weirdness of the mansion seemed desolate like it was uninhabited, he did not see a single person inside the house.

“Why isn't anyone here?” muttered.

Many sounds of children's footsteps pacing on the stairs. He looked over to see many small children crawling and running around. The eyes let out a cry of blood, the clothes of the children were very dirty looks of hair filled with small animals on it.

“Arrgghh! Please!”

The empty hallway of the quiet room, the moist air along with a strange sound echoed throughout the room. He ran to hide under the table. From below the figure of a creature in red clothes flew flying neighing. Jesi closed her mouth tightly, she was terrified bathed in sweat. From behind him on the crest of one of the little children he saw earlier, the pull was very strong as if his hair was about to come off his head.

“Arghhh!”

When he managed to escape, in the kitchen room the mbok stood holding a large knife seemed busy cooking something. He approached asking her for help.

“Mbok, help me mbok! There was a little boy whose words__” stopped seeing the old woman cut off a part of a human limb.

“What's non?” his tananya is flat-tinted.

“ahhh.”

Looking for the exit of the house but the front door was tightly locked. He ran to the back door and it was wide open. Out there the hands drifted to strangle him until he was unconscious.

Drifting into a dreamland, he walks in the darkness of the night looking for a safe hiding place from the distractions of the creatures that disturbed him earlier. Strange things happen alternately, he was suddenly in the room relic Cantika.

The big photo that was taken was in place again. Cantika's eyes bleed, the bed turns. Cushions, mattresses drenched in blood dripped over his face. He shook his body to the corner of the wall. The figure of a creature crawled into his body.

“Non, wake up non.”

The mbok gave a swab of wind oil on his nose. Upon awakening, Jesi runs away from the creepy woman. His suspicious face, on the raised slightly his lips approached Jesi.

“Do I still dream?” mummified Jesi.

“The name is called big sir” said the mbok.

Paijo and the four other women waited in the dining room. All eyes were on him, the dishes on the dining table were empty. There's something strange there, there's a hood serving a wide net out of the squirming caterpillar from inside. The mbok put down a plate of raw meat, he allowed the Jesi who was still standing to sit down.

“Hey you're a woman *****, who told you to sit in my chair!” yell out an intangible foreign voice.

“Arghh! help!"

Jesi ran like a madman out of the house, on taking off her own clothes. In his view, his clothes were filled with caterpillars and worms attached. He tore his clothes off, as well as ruffled the hair feeling in as if a small slithering animal was clinging onto it.

Passers-by stopped watching the woman's behavior. He was thrown with a rock and shouted at a madman. Mr. Misdi asked to stop pelting, one of the women approached and pulled her hair very strongly.

“You treated me last night in that house like an animal. Look at yourself now. Did you not admit your mistake?”

“Do not vigilante!”

“Already, we just leave him.”

Jesi runs away from the citizens who constantly swarm her. Unknowingly he entered the forest, muddy soles of feet mixed with wounds. The matter that is no longer in the sense, the view that is not focused. He fell into the abyss of the position of the face down to hit a large rock.

His death was greeted cheerfully by the inhabitants of other realms. Fighting each other to get prey, the blood that flows is enjoyed until it is not left.

The door to his room was wide open. There was no wind or earthquake coming, knickknacks and all the things she was on the dressing table fell on the floor. He looked back at the shadow of the female figure, within it. Floren ran scared, he hit one of the workers who was carrying a vase.

Prang.

“Sorry non, sorry.”

“Quickly you see in the room there, like there's something” Floren ordered.

“Non means, the room of the late mistress Cantika?”

“Yes! Quickly check and close the room!”

All the workers knew that by nightfall there must have been moans in his room, screams of pain in it. Floren went into Paijo's room. The smell of incense stung, he looked for where the rich man was. Floren searched every drawer and closet to the bag that was arranged in it.

“Where does the old man keep his money?” floren Mumam.

In the corner of the wall stood the figure of a creature resembling Paijo, he floated on the ceiling of the room while settling sharply Floren. Her hands dangled pushing the woman out of the room.

“Arghh!”

“Hei Floren, what are you doing in Paijo's mas room? Have you stolen anything?”

“Jaga your greeting Keke! I saw a ghost like Paijo” mas

“That's just your excuse!”

Their long quarrels were heard of flowers trying to calm down by offering a few bottles of liquor.

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Sandika's wounds were still wet moreover the wounds were from the attacks of the delicate creatures. Problems re-present hearing the construction project is delayed. News of heavy equipment that can not be on the road right and reports of workers who got terror ghost sightings.

“I'm sure it wasn't Murga the culprit” muttered Sandika.

Warid noticed the busy man in front of the laptop screen. Nearby full worksheet. Warid approached to help tidy up until it took over the laptop from his hands.

"Uncle, I am still busy preparing all the necessities to build the village."

"Not rest but you are trivial with all your wounds. If you will, let uncle go take care of the problem there."

"I don't want to trouble uncle. The day after tomorrow I'll be there."

"Alright, uncle stayed with me and brought some guards."

The luxurious house and its contents that were inherited for Sandika became bitterness in her heart. He could not take it all for granted or wear it for personal purposes. Every Friday, he invents Aaron's treasure to support orphans, the building of mosques and homeless people in the streets.

Until one day a little boy ran up to Sandika who was sitting in the chair of the city park.

"Sister! brother!" he said pointing towards the back.