Candra Kirana
The sleepwalking?

Kiran complained in her sleep, the hands that pulled her legs were so cold and flaccid. Kiran tried hard to see who was doing evil to her. It's just that Kiran's view is not very clear, the dense fog closes the tent area.

"Please!" Kiran's voice stopped in the esophagus, the sound coming out of her mouth was just like the moans of a slaughtered chicken.

"Please! Help me!" Instantly, Kiran's chest was stung by something hot. It hurts like embers are attached to the skin. Kiran immediately woke up from the dream and could open her eyes to reach all consciousness.

"God ..." sizzled Kiran terrified. The tent door opened and his feet were already partially outside. "Is this a dream or isn't it? Why does it feel so awful?"

With a panicked expression, Kiran pulled her foot inside and closed the tent tightly. Kiran sat with an irregular heartbeat. His eyes glanced at the watch that pointed at the number six.

"Kiran is already midnight" Kiran said with a trembling voice.

Kiran reflexively touched the pendant on her chest. Warm. Kiran was sure it was that thing that had stung her skin. No matter where the thought came from, Kiran only had a strong guess that she did not wake up by herself.

Kiran silently pondered her dream. "I shouldn't have slept!"

The rain began to decrease in intensity, not as hard as this afternoon. However, thick fog became a major problem outside the tent. In addition to the bone-biting cold that turned out to be quite disturbing, the voices of people talking out of nowhere occasionally still sounded. Sinks with the wind.

Kiran had never dreamed strangely before, especially until it felt real because it was followed by a displacement of places. Kiran tapped her head, trying to remember if she had a sleepwalking disorder?

Never once had Kiran heard both parents discuss sleepwalking that is commonly suffered by children at home. Although some teens or adults also have such sleep disorders, Kiran is not included. Likewise with his mother's father, meaning no genetic factor of the problem.

Kiran shook her head loudly, she felt that she was not sleepwalking, but was attacked by a creepy dream. He could better remember how the flaccid hand gripped his legless ankle and pulled it out of the tent.

Then he heard about the kanda, too, my God! Kiran shuddered in horror. His brave soul was suddenly eroded by a sense of loneliness and solitude in the wilderness.

"You're not the one used for the corpse, are you?!" Kiran rubbed her neck slowly. "I'm not dead yet."

If only Kiran did not obey the curiosity about climbers who said Candra stray on the south side of the mountain, he did not need to follow lost and set up a tent in a wingit place like this.

Ah, but since when did Kiran start thinking about the subtle creatures of mountain bouncers. Kiran believes, as long as she does not disturb and does nothing despicable in that place, the invisible beings next to nature with humans will also not be nosy to her.

"Well, why am I such a gini coward? That voice may indeed be the voice of a real person, not the sound of mediation …!" Kiran brushed aside her silly thoughts so that the fear that for no reason immediately disappeared.

"Oh yeah I remember they also said I stink of pandanus!" Kiran sniffed the backs of her hands and also her armpits. "I thought I was a nation of bread. There's this perfume mixed with the smell of ketek."

Kiran grinned, no longer thinking of strange dreams that did not enter her logic. Want to be defined in any way, it still appears an abstraction.

Nearly three hours Kiran spent making food, drinks, enjoying herself as well as playing offline games on her phone. He did not want to sleep for fear of having strange dreams and moving again.

Kiran thought seriously, afraid also if it turns out that he did have sleepwalking?

From yesterday, he had nightmares twice. Isn't it impossible if the next nightmare he walks out of the tent, then slips down into the valley?

Kiran was intending to move places now, the rain had completely stopped. The location of the choice for a night break is getting increasingly uncomfortable. Kiran began to prepare, clearing the contents of her tent.

Outside, the fog thinned and the dim moonlight peered behind the trees. Kiran just cleaned up the tent and left from there.

Kiran saw from afar that two lanterns were moving towards her. Just like a storm light swinging in the hands of a walking person. Kiran had not been able to see more clearly due to the distance limitation.

Surprisingly, the two lights were approaching too fast. Even in just a few blinks Kiran's eyes could already see that the illumination was being carried by two people. Behind the two people were four others who were walking just as fast. Though they carry .. keranda?

Spontaneous Kiran took off her handrails on the tent, leaving the partially dismantled tent to collapse. The girl looked around for a while before running down the alley down the small road that was going nowhere.

His hand quickly grabbed the flashlight in his pants pocket. With the addition of lighting from the headlamp he uses, at least Kiran can distinguish which way is not. He wouldn't be silly enough to die from being mired in the abyss.

Although well ... could have died of starvation. His backpack was forgotten due to excessive panic. Automatic Kiran left all the logistics and climbing equipment behind. Only a small bag containing personal needs was attached to his body.

Kiran's breathing seemed to have almost broken off after running for quite a while. Not so tired, but his feelings were muddled by the unusual sight he had just seen.

Kiran shook her head, her mind was complicated and kept guessing. That band of corpse-wielding troupe is definitely not human! Even if humans can be sure they are strange people who are members of a sect or occult that is not accepted by society.

Or could there be an inland tribe living in the middle of the forest? Did someone die? Should they take care of the bodies at night? It is so unlikely, thought Kiran full of logic.

Kiran looked at the left right several times, turned her head twice to the back and was relieved to see only darkness. The band of bandits did not chase him.

But on the other hand, Kiran was worried about getting lost and having nothing to survive. If it rains or storms, it's over! His body must have died from the cold before the SAR team found it in the morning.

But who would have realized that he was missing this time? Candras! I hope the guy realizes that the tent is no longer there before. Kiran hoped Candra would look for her because she had already said she would stay one more day on that mountain.

Kiran pulled out her phone from her small bag to complain of luck. "Damn, shit, shit! There's no signal here. I have to go up the ridge to get help tomorrow morning. Oalah Septi .., apesnya I today, boro-boro met mas Candra, which there even saw demit bring kandas!"

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