Mystery of the House
The Mystery of Rumah Sangit Episode-4: Meeting the Family of Best Friends
I flinch at the door, and feel almost peed in my pants. The room looked warm and sweet, but I was scared. My bad experiences with death and demons in this house made me unable to think well of this mother. Moreover, this mother is the old woman I had met in the middle of the road here. Mother who passed me and showed me this Wening family home…
“Come, come here, ‘Nak...” Mother Wening called me to sit with her around that dining table. I just shut up. I don't even want to go near the dining table
his place…
“You're here looking for Wening, yes?” ask her mother again. I was shaking, not playing with fear.
Wening's mother seemed to smile and look neat, with a warm welcoming attitude, but I'm not sure this mother is human or not, and slaughter humans in his house?!?!
“Wening is usually not in this house, because this is Sangit House, the ritual house. But now he's here. I call Wening, yes..” said Mother Wening, her voice was smooth but made my body really limp so frightened.
Suddenly this room was no longer colorful, but turned black, like a charred scorch… Many numbers “1.999” and flipped to “666.1” in bright red appear on the wall, as written by a smoldering fire…
Instantly there was the sound of the corner of the wall being violently smashed!!! Wenang appeared, but his face changed!! Wenang's face now resembles a monster.... or a demon?! His face turned into an extremely terrifying one, and grinned widely. Wenang was still wrapped in his dirty white clothes, but the right side of his clothes was now covered in fresh blood!!!
Whose blood is it?! Blood Wening??!!
Wenang licked the blood dripping from his hand, then rubbed the rest of the blood in his hand into the right chest of his shirt. I then realized, one hand Wenang grasped a rope hanging a wooden pasung... with one piece of human hand still in the bag!! What do not-don't. that hand piece…
and that blood...is from Wening's friend who was held captive in the warehouse earlier?!!
In the corner of this dining room that just broke the wall, Wenang then sat cross-legged, with one hand holding a handful full of flowers as delicious as night and the other hand still holding the wooden rope.
“Please…! Run... Run... Run…! In the midst of this horror, I suddenly heard Wening's voice.
There was a long door resembling a hallway that lit up in another corner of this room. From there came the voice of Wening, “Please! I'm next door! Run on! Run here!”
“WENING?! WHERE ARE YOU?!” I screamed, looking at the
the direction of Wenang who continued to commute to perform rituals in the corner of the room.
“In the next room! Run on! Run here!” Wening's voice rang out from the hallway on my right, continuing to rumble with the sound of Wenang's screams performing demonic rituals to me.
“Ue... ngin, ngan, ngin, ngin, ngan... Ue... ngin, ngan, ngin, ngin, ngan...” My head feels very dizzy and swirling. I'm so sick, I want to throw up…
“Ue... ngin, ngan, ngin, ngin, ngan.... Ue... ngin, ngan, ngin, ngin, ngan...” Winang still continues to invoke its ritual mantra while flicking the stems of the flowers overnight in my direction, , splashing blood…
“RAN!!! ENTER THE HALLWAY!!! LARIII!!!” Wening sounded a scream full of despair. However, his voice seemed to give strength to me.
I quickly ran towards the lighted hallway there. Wenang did not remain silent. Seeing me trying to escape, the man immediately got up and moved from the corner of his ritual.
With a remnant of energy, I continued to run until I reached the end of the hall. There was a room, there was a cage, and there was Wening.
“FAST LIFT BEAMSAAAA!!” Wening welcomed my appearance with a howling scream and eyes glaring at me
