Mystical Story

Genderuwo Followed When Climbing Sacred Mountain

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...Don't Read This Mystical Story Alone!!...

...Climbing Mount Kramat Together ...

Remember, keep your attitude when you go up the mountain. Do not pongah, do not be strong, later taped genderuwo. Thankfully I was able to go home….

With a Heavy Heart I told without telling my name.

Mountaineering has been my hobby since Junior High, which continued in college. In addition to watching the ball, going up the mountain gives a kind of freshness of the soul. A kind of relief after “ngak nganu” since a long time. Hehe….

However, there was one incident that made the event of going up the mountain, from a hobby, into a difficult activity I do again. It happened on a sacred mountain in Java Island. When a Genderuwo terror made my life unsettled for a few weeks.

It happened when I was in High School. Me and 7 other friends went up a sacred mountain. I am so sad to mention the name of that mountain.

Please understand, when there are high school children mussling, all men, the commotion that happens must be very annoying. That's how we eight. Riding the mountain feeling proud, strong, and can not control the mouth. Since the first half of the road, our speech has been out of control.

We were not inexperienced in mountaineering before. However, for some reason, since arriving at the initial location of the climb, there is an uncomfortable feeling that feels. We tried to get rid of that feeling in jest. However, what we did not realize, the way we entertained ourselves was too absurd. Really, we didn't realize we were arrogant and strong-witted.

As I recall, we got to post one pretty quickly. I myself was surprised, even though we had agreed to relax and if not to the top was okay. Arriving at the shadow post, we rested for a moment. Drink water, chew a few pieces of chocolate, and smoke one-two cigarettes.

The feeling of unease at the beginning of the climb began to ambush again. We had time to worry, want to continue or just turn right. When busy weighing, suddenly one of my friends was pounding quite hard. I think he got wind. However, when I looked up, I saw that his eyeballs were completely white.

A second after looking up and revealing his bleached eyeballs, he jumped out of the circle where we were discussing. We all understand he is possessed and will jump into the ravine on the left side of the road. We were late to move because of the shock. Fortunately, in front of my possessed friend was a large tree. He hit the tree and fell. Fainted.

Thanks to that incident, we all agreed to turn right. Just gohome. We waited for our friend to wake up before going home. We were afraid of injury when we came down the street with our fainted friend. Fear can make you limp and we agreed to wait. At that time, the name genderuwo has not been split….

We waited long enough. We felt like we had waited about two hours before our friend woke up. As soon as we woke up, he said thirst was incredible. One bottle of mineral water was swallowed directly. After quenching his mysterious thirst, he says he wants to go home. Anyway, gotta get home quick.

We all agreed to pancal budhal mulih once he regained consciousness. When we collect garbage, our friend is starting to be impatient.

“Cepet. Go home. Stay just that.”

“Ngawur. The rubbish was brought down. You are calm. Scare me, you know.”

“Cepet, to! Later keburu diarapan meneh!”

Hearing “batarani sobesan” makes us realize that the situation is so serious. The funny feeling came back. My breath was hunting as I started to step home. All I fear is the night on the road before it gets to the bottom. We all came down with a controlling panic. Because the downhill road was quite steep, we became half-run. In fact, running when down the mountain path can be dangerous if not trained.

It was on the way home that possibilities came into my head. Genderuwo's? The kuntilanak? A pocong? All the names of the subtle creatures came up and I had a hearty stomach. No, that's not all, I said in my heart. Back, the term “baranai sobesah” somehow made my fear doubled.

We went down that lane quickly while maintaining a safe distance from each other. Over time, however, the path grew narrower, rather than widened. The further one stepped, the path began to disappear. Unaware, we lost our way. Panicking, we called each other.

“Woi, where is the road? How to say this!” Shouted my friend from behind. Meanwhile, our friend who had not fainted let out a groaning sound from his lips. I was at a loss for words. There's just panic. Some of my friends started blaming each other. Unknowingly, the volume of our voice grew louder before suddenly there was a heavy sound that rang out loud in the ears. The voice of angry people.

“TURUN! GO HOME!"

...Difficult Home...

The voice was like it was echoing in my head. The heavy sound was followed by a rain of pebbles. Some were so angry and threw us with thousands of pebbles. Panic strikes from two sides; the terror of the sound and the trail that disappears. After chanting the prayer, the friend behind me shouted, “Turn left! cepet!” I don't know where it came from, but we do. Not long after, the path began to look again.

When the climbing entrance was visible, my nape was like being doused in ice water. It was cold, but there was a sense of relief that exploded in the chest. At last. Go home. Homehouse.

Arriving below, the guards were astonished. He said: “Lho, Mas, not two hours yet have you returned? Is anyone missing?”

Biangang! I cursed in my heart. Dare to curse because it has reached the bottom. How was it two hours? When I was about to descend, I saw the sky was getting dimmer. I felt like I had been hiking all day, even scared of the night before I got down. What the hell's going on? Why do the guards say we've only been gone two hours? What the hell is going on up there?

Those unanswered questions accompanied our return. Our friend who was possessed and fainted earlier took the time to wash his face and calm down. After the afternoon, we decided to go home with all the questions.

I think the problem is over there.

It was night when I got home. This body is tired. After taking a shower and unpacking the carrier bag, I laid myself down on the mattress and took a deep breath. I feel like I'm asleep. Very sound. I did not even dream when the sound of knocking was heard from the door of the house.

I'm woken. “Duh, again good to sleep, even have guests. Who's morning blind gini namu.” With a heavy feeling, I got out of bed. I approached the door as the knocking sounds grew louder and closer. “Iya, yes, briefly. Who, yeah?” I tried calling.

Chequek! Lock my door open. A cold wind gushed from the outside.

“Who?”

I was stuck in front of the half-open door. There was no one there but a piece of hand. HAND PIECES! Because I was fixated, I had noticed the anatomy of the hand piece. A hand twice the size of a human hand. It is greenish black with nails that crack like horns. Not long, but looks threatening.

I was so happy that the piece of my hand choked me. My feet were glued to the ground. A few seconds later, the hand disappeared….

Cold sweat splits the back. I started to move. Slowly, after taking a few deep breaths. In front of my room was a small table. There are two bottles of mineral water. I took one and I immediately pulled it. Still unable to believe what I saw, my head reflexively looked up at the wall clock.

Do you remember my guess that it was morning? Apparently, the incident was only no more than 10 minutes after I lay down!

I was sure I closed my eyes long enough. My sleep is super deep. What the hell happened to me? Why should I?

My head was suddenly heavy once and for a second after collapsing on the bed, I fell asleep. This time asleep “normally”.

I woke up after 10:00 a.m. My mother rebuked me when I came out of the room.

“How did you sleep so badly? Are you tired of going up the mountain? Even watch tivi. I called diem. If you've seen the ball so budeg, yes?”

Degs….

Well, let alone this. I remember being asleep last night. Even people faint after seeing a hand cut. Who watches tivi until morning? I remember one name: genderuwo. Is there a gendruwo that stuck to me after the mountain? Ouch.

I tried not to think about it when I stepped onto the back porch to wash the shoes and t-shirts I was wearing up the mountain. I was sitting in a small chair next to a big bucket. My shoes are full of mud, but on the mountain it doesn't rain.

Because this body is still very tired, I rub the shoes like without energy. My mind is tired too. Chortled.

You can certainly imagine sitting in a small chair and looking down to scrub the laundry, sometimes you can see your own feet. How many legs do you have? Of course two, if you're human. But, that afternoon, I saw my legs were three! One extra foot is on the right foot. Be jam-packed.

The legs are greenish black, muddy. A second later, I woke up. Reflex, I turned my body backwards. I had expected to see a large body of genderuwo. But no, in the back of my head, there was only a hand cut last night. Hang it freely. Duh, here's a pair.

I tried not to panic, even though the breath was hunting. I want to call my mother. But what power, which comes out only grunts are unclear. Random once, I decided to keep rubbing my shoes. For a long time, until my fingers crinkled,

I did not dare to get out of that little chair. During that time also the genderuwo foot pieces faithfully accompanied me. I have resigned. “Be to me according to Your Will,” my prayer in heart.

The different types of prayers I pray. There is no effect. The legs and, I'm sure, the genderuwo hand piece are still in place. Consistent right. God fucking. Towards noon, after my feet tingled, maybe cramped, I ventured. The leg and the hand piece are gone.

After calming down and filling my stomach, I told my experience to you. Rutu, from the time of mountain climbing to washing shoes accompanied by genderuwo. After hearing my story, Dad called my Om. Om I this, can be said “people smart”, but choose the focus to cure the sick with the method of massage.

By late afternoon, around 15:00, my Om came to the house. Without further ado, Om took out a small bottle. When the bottle was opened, the fragrance of roses burst out. He rubbed his right and left hands with the rose oil.

After flattening, he told me to sit down and open the shirt. While reciting the prayer, Om I massaged my back. From the nape, slowly shift to the shoulder blade, all the way to the top of the tailbone. Each massage made my chest feel like it was injected with oxygen. So fresh. Tiredness was still felt, but my mind was lighter.

“Support has not yet entered the same marrow of the tailbone.”

“Hee? That means, Om?”

“This if it has entered until the marrow and tailbone, it will be difficult to remove.”

“Genderuwo?” Ask me in my heart.

“Well, before maghrib, take a bath immediately, then pray fervently. Do not stop praying until Maghrib is finished. Later that night, if anyone knocks on the door again, don't open it. Let later “dia” not log in again,” order Om me before leaving.

So, what my mom saw last night was “dia”, genderuwo, which I opened the door to. Remembering the incident, my nape suddenly went cold.

For more than two weeks, the sound of knocking on the door was still heard. Although getting used to it, every time I heard the sound of glass being tapped, my nape became cold again. Fearful.

I dare to tell a story as a form of reminder only: keep the attitude when going up the mountain.

Thankfully I can still go home….