T O H's

Child Descendant

The Banjar Kerep

Aaaaaa.., nooo......,

A scream of pain from someone shrieked loudly on the sidelines of the midnight silence. Breaking down the drizzling drizzle that soaked a village west of Jombang city.

Some residents woke up from the sound of rest in every house, some brought a flashlight to turn it on and look for the origin of the sound source.

There are also those who just get out of the house and stand with his wife's child on the terrace do not dare to move, because they feel fear and horror because the screams they hear are like someone in pain from death who wants to pick up and it is caused by murder.

There were also some residents gathered on the main road of the village trying to trace the direction of the screams and continued to search vigilantly for the lurking danger.

Please..., Aaaaarh....,

Again again this time the voice asked for help with lamentation as if someone was in the middle of his throat because the voice continued with a growl like a middle chicken being slaughtered.

Mr. Hasan and Naim quickly ran towards the crowd of residents from the beginning where they stood guard at the village end kamling post. Yes Mr. Hasan and Naim are two village hansip who always keep watch every night.

“Fathers, mothers, did you hear that scream?,” said Mr. Hasan gasping after running.

“Ia Mr. Hansip, seems to come from the house of Ms. Romlah,” said one of the mothers who joined the crowd.

“Then let the fathers, our mothers go there to find out what is going on.

Some residents began to move towards the house of Ms. Romlah a village midwife who was not far from the crowded place of residents if 50 meters away.

Mr. Haji Kardi who was in front of the fence of his house was seen standing looking at the house of Ms. Romlah. His eyes examined, looking for the source of the sound seemed to want to know what happened so that the sound of screams from the house of Miss Rome sounded so terrible.

Some time it looks that the residents who originally numbered a few people have now increased somewhat walk towards the luxurious house of the Midwife Mother.

“Loh Pak Haji, did Pak Haji wake up because he heard the screams of Ms Romlah too?,” asked Mr Naim.

“True Mr. Naim let's see what happens,” said Mr. Haji Kardi by carrying a small umbrella that he brought because only the umbrella was lying in front of his house.

He thought he was not in a hurry to find another umbrella to hunt down people who shouted no longer helped.

While the residents flock to the house of Ms. Romlah who is still a few meters away. The situation inside the house of Miss Romlah has been very tacky. Very sad conditions are being experienced by the family of Miss Romlah.

It was seen that Mr. Rian's husband from Ms. Romlah was lying on the floor covered in blood with his head separated from his body. While the eldest son Santi who was pregnant was stretched stiff on his bed in the middle room with his stomach torn apart as if all the contents in the stomach were scattered on the mattress.

Mother Romlah the village midwife did not escape the terrible death her head broke into the glass closet with the body and neck on the outside of the glass with fresh blood continues to pour between the neck.

The terrible cry was apparently from the second child of the family of Miss Romlah. Sari is now struggling between life and death crawling on the grass in the front yard of his house with a body full of cuts and scratches.

Some residents who had entered the courtyard of the house of Ms. Romlah wanted to help Sari but were stopped, because they saw a large high creepy figure, long hair, sharp nails.

It looks like the creature is devouring a red fetus that is still not a perfect baby. It seems that it was Santi's fetus that had died on his bed.

Please..., please.., please...,

Raindrops seemed to complement the suffering of Sari who fell increasingly rapidly increasing with the sound of lightning striking so as to add to the horror of the surrounding atmosphere.

“Ya Allah Pak Haji was a red kuntilanak,” shouted one of the residents who saw the figure of the red kuntilanak had finished devouring the fetus from Santi's stomach. Then walk towards Sari.

Haha.... Haha... Haha....

There was a sound of evil laughter from a man from behind the front door of the house of Miss Romlah. He is a gendon of a man who two years ago married Santi's older brother from the sari. He walked out wearing a black shirt and a black headband like a shaman.

In his left hand carrying the head of Mr. Rian the father-in-law with the condition of his eyes swerving and tongue sticking out and blood dripping from the neck veins that have been broken.

“Yes I am Gendon the son of the Rojak shaman who fifteen years ago you burned alive, because you accused him of witchcraft. I deliberately slaughtered the family of my own wife because they provoked the ancients to slaughter my parents,” shouted Gendon while throwing Mr. Rian's head towards the red kuntilanak as his meal greedily returned the red kuntilanak bit each end of Pak Rian's head until it ran out.

“Hey people remember my name is Gendon, I and my pet creature the red kuntilanak will hunt you who were present when watching the massacre of my parents fifteen years ago,” cried Gendon once again.

“Includes you old Haji Kardi who is a holy grail,” said Gendon while brandishing the machetes he brought towards Pak Haji Kardi.

“You're not Gendon's man, you're our demon of kindness what you've thought, we've all been here taking care of you since the death of your parents, teaching you what science and knowledge is my reward, what's wrong with your wife's family, doesn't she love you so much.?.,” cried Mr. Haji Kardi.

Hahaha.., Hahaha...,

“Don't say much you Old Man just wait your turn when I come to take your life,” cried Gendon who had been holding onto the hair From the long one and was grabbing it.

“Please.., Mr. Haji..?!,” sari moans that have been very weak in fear, because the figure of the red kuntilanak is right in front of him.

“Hey.., Gendon let go of Nak Sari he does not know anything, let go of him I beg.?,” cried Pak Haji Kardi.

Hek.... Arrrhghh...

The sound of sari growled as her neck was suffocated by the red kuntilanak's black hand with his long, sharp nails as if ready to separate Sari's head from her body.

Sari's eyes looked so resigned as if she had accepted the fate that she would be gone tonight. The shadow of the sari is only focused on the last moments with Father, mother and sister Santi who is now gone in the hands of the demon beast her own sister-in-law.

“Hay.., Citizens look at my vengeance, I son of the descendants of the shaman Rojak will avenge the death of my parents,” shouted Gendon swinging a machete towards the stomach of Sari.

"Death to You...!!," cried Gendon.

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