The Shack

TG 12:Jasad, Statement Ale

An eight-year-old pale-faced girl was lying on the bed wearing a black dress with long sleeves. The girl is the owner of black hair on a shoulder with a rose clip. There is not the slightest movement of the body that is stretched stiff leaving an unpleasant aroma.

It has been several days that the body was not covered with preservatives because it was busy preparing a worship ritual that would be an exchange of souls. Anything will be done for the return of the princess. A faint smile adorned the face with an excited look of longing.

Reasonable right? When a father misses the sound of a daughter's laughter. A lifetime filled with suffering but having a berth share happiness. Then suddenly fate took away his reason for surviving in a mortal world. No more words could describe his emotions.

A gentle touch full of prudence began the care of the body accompanied by singing typical Javanese lullaby nina. Hand wrapped in plastic gloves so painstakingly apply preservative cream that has just been purchased. Looks used to it because it's so flexible.

Meanwhile, the children sat back in the same place. This time there is no discussion because they are busy with their own thoughts. The question mark that had not initially gotten an answer, suddenly found a point of enlightenment. Where some of the information that has been found can begin to be put together.

Ale was busy compiling a phone that he deliberately mastered alone. The girl placed the ouija board in the middle, then one by one the phone was placed according to the seat of the flat object owner. Do not forget to take pictures of Ar hand graffiti.

"Ale, what's all this?" Al stared one by one, trying to understand the intent of his youngest brother.

It made the others turn their attention and focus on waiting for Ale's explanation. Where the girl is still thinking hard about what is interrelated. His hands propped up his chin but lips smiled knotfully, eyes narrowed with eyebrows raised.

"Baal is a demon that symbolizes gluttony and greed. Baal is also referred to as the 'Lord of Wealth' which means as a cunning giver of wealth. Baal and Mamon are two dark angels who hold the key to wealth,” said Ans read an article copied by Ale, then made into wallpaper.

"Ar, read the text on your wallpaper." pinta Ans wanted to know if all phones are installed wallpaper the same.

Ans let out a rough breath. It felt reluctant to read, but Ans's eyes forced him to do a brother's simple request. "Sect? Wait a minute, Ale you're looking for what information? Why does everything look so creepy."

"It's all related to each other, Ar." Ale points to the ouija board, "Starting from you forcing to play this game, then the appearance of a few words strung together into DANUR. Then scrawl your picture. It all starts with you."

"So you mean, it's all my fault?" asked Ar in a half-excited tone, making Al raise his hand to stop the debate which could have been a new problem.

As a brother who always has to be calm even though the situation begins to tense. He did not know Ale's thoughts despite realizing that all the younger brother's statements were true. Still have to control Ar's emotions for the common good.

"We'll listen to what Ale has to say. Please calm down!" he said wholeheartedly making Ar exhale rough while Ale again allowed the position of the goods as before.