MYSTERY OF TWO STAGES

Part One

I am a social media activist. Almost all social media platforms I follow.

In recent days, in the world of social media there is a phenomenon that is quite horrendous.

The story of a man's adventures in a haunted village.

Tells about the experience of a man named Hartono who accidentally entered a remote village in the forest. Then get the mysteries in it.

The story is quite scary to become a trending topic on social media.

On twitter, facebook, instagram, also on youtube, many net citizens discuss the story of Hartono. Even discussed also in one of the private television stations by presenting two paranormal sources that are quite famous.

As a social media activist, I became interested in the stories.

Many suspect that the story from the account “Hartono Boy” is fictitious, written, imaginary, but many also say that the story Hartono is real, the original of his experience.

I wonder about everything. Until I decided to trace every trace left by net citizens so that I could lead me to the place intended by the account “Hartono Boy”.

I want to prove the truth of the story.

I pretty much surfed in cyberspace for a long time following every story related to the story of Hartono. In detail I read, recorded and searched and then gathered information about the existence of the mysterious village which Hartono meant.

Until finally I came to a conclusion about the name of a village located in the wilds of the island of Sumatra in one of its Provinces, precisely in North Sumatra, Langkat regency, named Munian Village.

I'm pretty sure that maybe Munian Village is what Hartono meant in his story.

After convincing myself, then I prepared everything to go to Munian Village just to prove the truth of Hartono's story.

I know this journey will not be easy, but for the sake of a curiosity I finally flew to North Sumatra, and finally I set foot on this Malay earth.

I got off the bus on a sidewalk. Long enough journey I did.

Get off the plane, change three times public transportation from the provincial capital to this remote place.

I was on this third public transport for almost three hours before I finally got here.

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I looked left and right and crossed the road.

I went to a group of Fathers that I thought was a base of ojek.

Some of those who saw my arrival turned on their motorcycles and offered their services to me.

“Excuse Pak”

“Iya bang, where to go?”

“I want this first Pak”

“Iya, what?”

“Father knows Munian Village?”

They looked at each other.

“Away where bang” One of them finally said.

“Bapak can take me there?”

“Actually yes yes can, but the place you mean it is also said he said loh”

“Meanings Sir?”

“I mean Munian Village said people are in the area, I myself have never known sih”

“Can take me there Sir?”

“The place is far away, not even nganterin up to the village yes, just nganterin up to the road that he said to Munian Village it”

“What is the distance Sir?”

“Of course, there may be two hours from here, even if the road is good, because the road there likes to change, sometimes smoothly sometimes the road is ugly”

“Ga nothing Sir, Udah so far I came”

“Ongkosnya expensive Bang”

“Yaudah ga nothing sir, the important thing you can show me the way to there”

“But can not be one motor only, you must bring two motors, later if there is anything? There where there is people”

“Judah deh, gapa sir, about the fare?”

“Two hundred fifty two motor”

It turns out the journey to get there as said by the Fathers of the towing motorcycle is right.

The road is quite difficult and requires a few extra jobs. Several times I had to get off the bike and help get rid of the tree branches that were blocking the road.

Passing through the streets that have never been touched by asphalt, only the dirt path is dusty.

Lucky when the rain has not fallen for a long time, I can not imagine if the road conditions are doused in water.

About two hours finally the motorcycle stopped, then explained and showed the direction to Munian Village that I asked.

He also explained that although uncertain, because from the beginning he only mentioned the words of people. As the wind seems to me.

Get off the ojek, after paying the cost of two hundred and fifty thousand finally until I was escorted to the edge of a forest. Quite expensive indeed, but considering the distance of the journey and the difficult terrain, I think it is quite natural that the taxi driver asked for his services at that price.

According to the saying of the ojek builder, maybe the village I mean is behind the hill on the side of the forest where I was dropped off. He doesn't know for sure either.

I observed the surroundings. In front of me now lay trees and shrubs.

While behind me is also the scene that I feel is the same as the one in front of me.

It was still quite day when I forced myself through the thickets heading deep into the forest.

I was tired enough to walk across the bush until my clothes got wet with sweat.

The further I go into the forest the dimmer the atmosphere because the trees are also getting closer and more lush.

I rested for a while under a large, lush tree

I opened the bag to pick up my provisions, drank mineral water from the bottle and ate a piece of bread and then took out my equipment.

A camera, some hape and a notebook. Also some spare batres complete with the charger.

I smiled wryly, it seemed like there would be no electricity in the village, my bathin.

While resting I turned on the notebook and started writing a journal there.

I wrote about why I came here, described what path I was walking, and wrote down my feelings about this journey.

The atmosphere was pretty quiet around me. I could hear the sounds of forest animals, ranging from bird sounds to foreign voices that I did not know the source of.

I see the watch in my hand, at 15:30 WIB now.

I decided to continue the journey. Walk further inside to get to the forest side immediately. All along the way somehow suddenly there was an uncomfortable feeling surrounding me.

There was a feeling that I was being noticed or followed, by whom. But I try to ignore that by thinking positive things.

This kind of journey is nothing new to me. In my college days I was a student who joined the MAPALA bond. Some mountains and forests in Java and Sumatra I have been to. And all that time, everything was fine. There never was anything that I didn't want.

All the events I have experienced can still be explained with reason and logic. There is nothing mysterious

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It was dark enough when I got to what I thought was the edge of the forest. The trees are rare again.

In front of me now are the trees that are not too lush. I walked in the light of a flashlight to guide my steps.

I paused for a moment when in front of me I saw like the light of a lamp burning in the darkness.

I rushed to the light source. It turned out that the lamp light came from the flame of a lantern in front of a stage house.

Ahh.it just so happens to think. I can hitchhike here tonight. Maybe the village I'm heading to is near.

I set foot up the stairs and then crossed the porch to the door of the house.

There's a light inside too, which means there's my inner man.

TOK TOK TOK

“Assalammu’alaikum .. excuse me...” I knocked on the door and said hello.

TOK TOK TOK

I knocked on the door and repeated my greeting.

“Wa’alaikum salam” Sahut from inside answer my call. Her voice is raucous.

KREEKKK .... The door is open.

An old woman wearing a white face poked her head from behind the door.

Seriate…….