Tumbar Jelangkung
Chapter 13
Chapter 13
Minutes later, Yoga was in the same room as when she left three hours ago. Yoga entered in a hurry, his breath was dusty. He looked for a marker in his desk drawer. He took three markers and tried one at a time, but nothing was real at all. Crayon was seen there, directly taken.
Yoga took an A3 drawing book, he tore a sheet, then opened the book of jelangkung that he got through Ki Gede. He read for a while the book, then turned his gaze toward the three objects in his hand to make sure that everything was complete without any shortcomings.
Yoga took a sitting position right in the middle of his room. The shabby white cloth pack was slowly on until it was clearly seen the doll. A cross-shaped wooden stick. At the top of it looks half a coconut shell following the long mane of a long black corn. Then put on a white cloth so that it is like wearing clothes. It looks ridiculous when seen under normal circumstances. That demon summoning puppet that was as fleeting as a human was extremely frightening. Instantly there was another power coming and within the puppet.
The black crayon and Yoga tied it to the lower end of the Jelangkung doll with several rubber bands. A3 paper is placed on the floor. Now everything is really ready.
Before actually starting the ritual, Yoga prepares herself to look at the creepy doll. His hand raised the doll and he saw it fixed. Then he hugged her. Although there was a moment of hesitation, Yoga finally closed his eyes and began to recite the mantra.
"Hangkungs... Jelangkung.. come not picked up home not delivered...."
The situation in the room was getting quieter.
"Hangkungs... Jelangkung.. come not picked up home not delivered...."
The crayon tied to the doll touched the paper several times but did not make any shape or writing. Just black scratches.
After a long period of silence, Yoga opened his eyes to wait for something to happen. But there was no reaction. He saw black scratches on the paper that would not be able to be used as a guide for his help.
Yoga is casting that spell again. His voice was firmer and his tone swung.
"Hangkungs... Jelangkung.. come not picked up home not delivered...."
Two minutes
Five minutes
Ten minutes
There was no reaction from the shell-headed puppet.
Yoga is upset with a ritual that he thinks produces nothing. He chanted once more in a loud and firm voice.
"CORPION... ANCHOR... COME NOT PICKED UP HOME NOT DELIVERED...."
Yoga holds the Jelangkung doll tighter. Finally he shouted with anger and swearing.
Yoga was full of harsh words. Without realizing it, he grasped the doll very tightly. Suddenly the puppet trembled, starting to move quickly by itself. It circled around very quickly on the white paper with repeated word writing. It is not that Yoga does not want to read the writing on the paper, his rope has been dragged by the doll to surround his room. The dark power had already come and possessed the coconut shell head puppet.
Yoga felt a great power within the doll which was now dragging itself furiously. Dada Yoga went up and down quickly trying to follow the movements of the doll. Unwittingly the power of the doll increases so that it drags Yoga to crash into his study table. The things on the table fell down.
In a state of pain after crashing into the study table, he tried to remove the doll from his hands. But his hand continued to hold tightly to the puppet Jelangkung. His black crayon touched all the walls and stuff in his room. Make the word a message for itself.
Everything stops, but it is not the end of the story.
Yoga's body was weak, his hands instantly dropped the puppet onto the floor. Yoga revolves around the entire corner of the wall that has been crossed. Yoga was surprised to read the words that were on the wall of his room.
M. A. T. I.
It was the word he read, written all over his room, even in a clean mirror.
As if struck by lightning, Yoga immediately pecked a few minutes and then realized with a tremendous panic. He turned his back slowly with eyes still staring at the increasingly distant writing.
Not wasting time, Yoga immediately ran out of the room quickly down the stairs by letting the state of the room he left so messy, until the doll he just used was still lying on the floor.
His steps stopped instantly when suddenly the lights suddenly turned off by themselves. At that time Yoga panicked not being able to see anything around him. The panic grew real when his brain could no longer calm the fear of his body. Three seconds later the lights went off, suddenly the lights were brightly lit. The breathing that took turns entering his parrot cavity seemed to require him to look back to make sure no one was watching him, but it was wrong. He just realized there was a little boy who exactly in the movie Tumbal Jelangkung was staring sharply from the window right next to him standing.
The exact child in the film Tumbal Jelangkung with a jet black body, his head looks cracked due to a hard hit from a sharp object. The little boy looked miserable inside the coals of fire that devoured his entire body. But the most scary part is the part of his eye that does not contain eyeballs. That is the part that watches the movements of Yoga tirelessly.
Yoga legs cannot move in a few seconds. No more red liquid that dared to flow when looked at the eyes of the little boy. Eyes that were pitch black. Yoga tried to fight that gaze, he turned his gaze to the rest of the stairs below.
Come on.. hurry up and move!
Yoga's breathing roared quickly with his right leg stepping down, then running again leaving the little boy still staring at him through the window. The faster he ran down the stairs so he passed two steps and lost his balance. He then fell down a few stairs and kissed the marble floor that adorned his house.
Yoga is a few seconds on the floor. Then try to open his eyes. That was when he saw that the entire floor had turned pitch-black with the ghost of a little boy who moved as if fighting his killers first.
Yoga immediately turned around and got up leaving everything he saw. He did not want to care about what he had just seen and what had happened to him.
That night, this was the second time Yoga came out of the grand mansion. He left everything in his room, in his house.
Connect. . .
