FROM ANOTHER WORLD To You (A Mystery Short Story Collection ) - The Second Book
[ Horror] [ Mystery ] [ Thriller] (Missed ) In Nakampe Ivory Village #6
(sixth round )
“WARNING !!!
FOR 21 ++
CONTAINS ELEMENTS OF PHYSICAL HARDNESS, MUTILATION, ETC
PLEASE DEAR READERS, ADDRESS IT WISELY AND WISELY. THANKS FOR THE UNDERSTANDING, TIME AND COOPERATION ...”
For the umpteenth time, a blinding white light made me close my eyes. Opening the eyes ... Me, Joan, Mbah Buluk and Mbah Abang are already elsewhere.
The black door, about 2 times the height of an adult, was tightly closed in front of me. This is the entrance of the room called Sendang. Just about to open the door, the door was spread wide and what was inside was exactly as shown by Mbah Abang in my dream. Some people over 50 years old are bathing 3 human body figures that are very familiar. Pedro, Parto and Bianca. Other than Bianca, their bodies were full of wounds and the situation was quite miserable.
There are long and gaping wounds on the abdomen to the chest. His internal organs had already been removed and placed on a tray carried by several middle-aged women, one of whom was Bi Midar. Joan and I screamed loudly, my eyes wide open and as if moved by an invisible force, I ran up to her, pushing if I could hit them, but, hand – my hand as if touching empty air.
“Mbah,” I cried, “Why can't I touch them ?” askaku in between – between sobs.
“What did you bring us to this place, Mbah ? What do they do to our friends ?!” joan said with a feeling of unease to see the sight.
“Can't, nduk. is not Mbah Buluk already said that we are in the hallway dimension of time. What has happened here, we are unable to prevent or interfere. Mbah Buluk shows this, so you know what is actually experienced by your friends – friends,” explained Mbah Buluk.
The next view is a circle-shaped pool with 8 steps. On top of it, stood a giant statue of a strange and terrible form, jet black. The statue appeared to be alive as the lights of torches and fire shone on it. Four-horned, his pair of red eyes widened and his mouth opened, revealing a row of pointed teeth and at the tip of the tooth was blood red. Ten-handed, each of which carried a variety of objects, 2 of which were placed on the chest, while the other held a human head, heart, sword, trident, spear, mace, plate and cup. Most of the – people were sitting facing him, while, their mouths komat – kamit. Mbah Buluk called the statue, ANGKARA MURKA.
Moments later, Bianca's body was carried and placed on the body of the Angkara Murka statue, her hands and feet tied hanging on several parts of her hands totaling ten pieces. He fainted, blood still soaking his right forehead. Wound gaping due to impact, while others have cut – body cut Pedro and Parto. Joan and I, looking away, could not bear to see the sight.
One by one, the inhabitants stood up, walking to the right where there was a large table, taking a bowl and a knife neatly arranged on the table. After that he stepped closer to a man – men who was the same age as Mbah Buluk. The – man was dressed in a red heart, his mustache and beard were gray, long to the chest. MBAH FARARI, that is what Mbah Buluk calls it.
The first person saluted Mbah Jauhari, after the old man – nodded his head, he climbed the stairs, as soon as he arrived near Bianca, he was able to climb, he brought the blade closer to Bianca's left wrist.
“Ssrreett ..”
With his sharp knife glittering – lightning, the man made a long incision on Bianca's left wrist. Fresh blood immediately poured out and before the blood dripped, he had already placed the bowl under the wound. After the blood reached half a bowl, the resident left. Follows the second, third, fourth and others. Each of the – slashed Bianca's left wrist and filled the bowl with blood dripping from the incision wound. Once there was nowhere else to slash, Mbah Jauhari tore off Bianca's clothes and let the – men slash. Bianca complained slowly, but unable to move even a bit due to the head injury, her consciousness was gone.
I couldn't see the pain Bianca was going through, all I could do was cry, cry and keep crying. Meanwhile, Joan witnessed it all while holding back her anger. His face was red, his hands clenched tightly and his body trembled violently, especially seeing that Bianca's almost naked body was already filled with incisions and blood baths.
After the –, slashing and filling the bowl with Bianca's blood, they sat back down and ate the meat that Pedro and Parto had served on the table on the right. They no longer care about Bianca dying.
“Enough, Mbah !” seruku, “I don't want to linger – long in this place. Can we go now ?” my door.
Mbah Buluk nodded. And, somehow, suddenly we were in the first place. A simple hut roofed rumbiah, where Mbah Buluk lives. Brother, I don't see him anymore, I don't know where he is now.
“True – I really did not expect, the residents who look friendly that suave, it turns out is a horde of flesh-eating humans and blood drinkers,” I said.
“That is what happened after they trusted Mbah Jauhari's advice. We can not do what – what when watching the incident,” said Mbah Buluk.
“Then, why can Bianca escape and turn into a terrible and savage creature until – to the heart of injuring Bella ?” ask Joan.
“If not wrong... Mr Sujar once mentioned – calling BAJANG, not ?”
“Prohibited village area to the West,” sahutku.
“In the area, there is a rare plant, a kind of shoe flower .. can change color in the time of – at any given moment. We do not know the name of the flower, Mbah Buluk used to call it with MALIH RUPO FLOWER. It's a nice color, but it's poisonous. Able to make anyone who smells, hallucinate. Hallucinating as he imagined. Mbah Jauhari mix the plant into drinks and food that can change the nature of people, good to bad, bad to good, even brainwashing anyone who consumes it. Your friend Bianca was made into a guinea pig. Knowing that he could still survive even with the – wounds, he helped him. What is clear is that his help is not because of sincerity and sincerity. There is something to be paid for all that and one of them is, turning Bianca into a creature as told by the ancestors of – generations to this PANGAYOMAN SINUHUN village. LELEPAH,” Mbah Buluk clear.
“Lelepah is a giant, sharp-toothed and pointed Jin. In a world that was already considered advanced like this, he could not be seen with the naked eye. But, in the inner eye, there is a clear where – mana, especially here. In the eyes of this Buluk Mbah. The man himself is a man, because he is inherently greedy, greedy, ambitious, justifying all means for his own sake; that is the image of Lelepah in the real world. This genie when it smells of blood or fresh meat, will manifest itself,” explained Mbah Buluk.
***
“We have to get away from here immediately,” rattles me on another
“How about others, Cel ?” ask Yulia.
“We can confirm it in the Northern part of this village,” Joan said.
“You two are, possessed what ? Didn't Mr Sujar strictly forbid entering the area ?” ask Hudi.
“We can mengamuk mass, lo..” Akhmad continued.
“Then, we'll kick it back !” joan said, her face was red.
“Jo, don't make trouble. We are in the village of people,” said Yulia anxiously.
“Bbraakk !!! Kkkrrreeekkk !”
The first sound was Joan pounding the table with her fist, the second sound was that the wooden table had broken one of her legs. Makes us flinch and be quiet for a moment.
“Sek, to ... sakbenere, ono opo ? Kok Kowe koyok ngono kuwi?” ask Akhmad.
“Sepurane...” said, “Deso iki ora is suitable to live in an hour of goods to a litawa,” connect me to then explain what we have just experienced and spoken by Mbah Buluk.
“Astaghfirullah,” exclaims Akhmad along with others.
“Then, we must investigate SACRED TOMB, ascertain what is true 3 gravestone stakes wrapped in red cloth it is true – is true Pedro and others,” said Yulia.
“We are leaving, you just wait here. After making sure Pedro and the others are buried there, we immediately leave this cursed village,”.
Recalling Mbah Buluk's words, I cried as well as felt the stomach stir – stir and ...
“HHOOEEKKH ..”
I vomited – vomit, everyone was surprised except, Joan. because know what caused me to spill some of my stomach contents.
“Do not be surprised if you see the tomb of your friends – smaller size than other tombs .. because, their bodies will not be found there. There was an urn covered with white cloth, its contents, ashes. Save your heart, nduk.”.
The words of Mbah Buluk were ringing back, I lowered my face as deep as – deep.
“The event in Sendang happened one day after the accident. It just so happens that your car is mired into the ravine which is the village area of Nakampe Gading. 2 People died, one of them is a man in his 50s, maybe your driver ... and one is a 20-year-old. They were left there. The reason is, anyone who brings the bodies of migrants to this village, then, the entire population will be hit by disaster or misfortune. We don't want to take any chances, which is why their bodies are left lying there. Originally the woman named Bianca, by the population was thought to have died and intended to be left there, but, Mbah Jauhari had checked the heart rate and pulse was still there then, he asked the people to take him along. Not at the house of Bu Midar as he ordered, but was taken to Sendang to be made Tumbal. Do you remember when Bu Midar fed you ? It was part of the meat cut of your friends – after they were chopped. Their bodies were burned, put in urns and buried in SACRED TOMB,”
If time can be turned back, I choose to leave my body lying down until it heals or all the deaths pick me up. I WILL NOT EAT MY OWN FLESH. I regret. No wonder Joan was so angry with the villagers. Since then ... Joan is starting to get out of control. Before anything worse happened than this, we had to leave NAKAMPE GADING soon, but there was still time.
(in fact, there were still many events that happened when I fainted, however, they all made my heart hurt. Mbah Buluk explains everything, ranging from things that can be accepted by reason/logar to cannot be reached by human logic. I was eager to meet Mbah Jauhari, asking the reason, why he had the heart to do cruel. However, on the advice of Mbah Buluk, we were asked to exercise restraint. Only one I remember, Mbah Jauhari always wore blood red clothes. His eyes showed a friendly and compassionate impression, but, deep down, he was a man – man who. for me, NOT SANE ).
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(Thursday, 21 Jan 2023 )