TUMBAL SEVENTH

Massacre Room

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When I was right in front of the door leaf of the basement that was tanned dull. Abstract. The smell of rotten and rancid is getting worse. Stinging nose.

“Dek, Tania, are you inside?!” pekikku, while banging on the door. However, there is no lawfulness. Silent. I tried to open the door again, but I couldn't. Seems locked.

I checked around, maybe the keys were placed around the room. However, nil.

Then I ran up the stairs to the top floor and checked all over the room for keys.

“Finally found the key, but a lot of this. Which one is it, lock the basement?”

I'm confused about it. There were many blackish rusted keys in the bedside drawer in a room, which I believe was the owner's room. There are about 30 keys tied into one with a neat black color that is twisted to form a small mine.

As I was about to exit my steps stopped in the doorway of the room. There was something in the corner of this room that caught my attention. A small, dull brown door that opened slightly. Behind it, what room?

My curiosity revolted as if demanding to be satisfied. I walked out of the room and slowly approached the room. Peering inward from the slit of the door that opened a little, the flames of my vision were dissatisfied.

Then I opened the door slowly and squeaked loudly typical of old doors. This room also seems horror.

After the door opened wide, I thrust my head into the mini-sized room. My mouth was gaping made after knowing the contents inside.

It turned out to be some kind of room for performing rituals or offerings. There are many former sajen and sajen are still new in it. There are also some photos of small children attached to the side of the wall made of red brick.

Then I looked carefully at the photos that were stuck on the wall. Again, my mouth was made gaping after there was one photo that was caught this netra and looked familiar.

The tania? How come Tania's picture can be here? I immediately took a photo that was affixed to the wall using the black solation. Then I looked once again to make sure it was true Tania's photo or just similar, and it turned out to be true Tania's photo. Not wrong anymore.

But, what does all this mean? I took a photo of Tania. Behind it there is the writing of Tania's birthday complete with the market of her champion.

I started trying to digest everything. After thinking about it for a long time. I finally understood why the sajen installer always put sajen in the night pound. Because in the night of the pound it is the fourth day or patnya after the day of Tania's birth, and that means the day of the pound is Tania's fate according to Javanese clenics calculations.

That means right, the sajen installer had bad intentions towards Tania. I shut my gaping mouth. Shock. My legs felt weak after knowing everything. However, what I do not yet understand is what bad purpose?

Fuck all that, the most important thing now is that I have to find Tania. I'm sure Tania must be in one of these rooms. After checking the whole room on the floor I was walking, and Tania I couldn't find it. I went back down to the basement.

Damnit damnit! The key is to have the event left upstairs again. Argha!

I went back to the room, like I left the key there.

“Me!” I immediately silenced my mouth as I subconsciously squealed in excitement. I forgot that this is again in the house of the bad guy. Right, I left the key in the owner's room, on a small table next to the door of the ritual room.

As I was about to return to the basement, again something caught my attention. A thick, dull and old-fashioned book lay beside the key I had placed. My forehead is also wrinkled. Curious.

I picked it up and opened it and looked at the book. Again, my mouth was gape made. It turned out to be the mantra of black magic. There are also spells for opening rituals to awaken the dead as well as the surrender of the tumbals to the demon king, as well as ritual closing spells.

My body trembled in fear after reading the title alone. My mouth was even more gaping wide when in the middle of the thick ancient book there was a way to spice up children. First the victim is slaughtered and the blood is shed on the corpse that will be raised from the dead.

I slammed the book in its original place, unable to see the extension.

I returned to the basement with a step, crept on the wall and clung to the objects along the way to the ground floor. My legs feel weak like they're not boned. Several times sitting on the stairs when going down to the basement. It feels like fainting.

With trembling hands I tried to enter the keys one by one alternately looking for the right key for the basement door. While holding back nausea due to foul odor and rancid that increasingly sharp.

My mind started to get negative. Drop by drop the clear grain gets louder. Fear of interfering upset because of the many keys there is no one who matches the door in front of me.

Suddenly my neck felt thick. Gooseflesh.  On both sides of these ears it was as if someone was whispering in turn. The voice of a child of Tania's age whispered for help and some moaned in pain, and some cried bitterly. Although it sounds faint, but it is enough to make the fur crouch more and more guts shrivel.

I said it at the last moment when I finally found a suitable key, and the door began to open slowly. The foul aroma was increasingly sharp piercing the nose.

After the door opened wide and revealed the contents of the room, I was stunned by the making. My body was instantly stiff, my tongue muffled, unable to twitch and scream.

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