FROM ANOTHER WORLD TO YOU (Sistery Story Group )
Chapter III - Cosmetics 2 (The Author ) - Chapter Two
Cosmetics. I never imagined having to wear cosmetics to be successful. But, that's the fact, after I put on cosmetics .. I felt my imagination run its course to make up a story. Each end of the pen elaborates on the words that eventually form a sentence. Sentence by sentence written on blank paper forms a tangle of stories that make anyone seem carried away in the actual event. Almost all the stories I wrote were mystical and I don't know how many stories have been published in some tabloids. But, one thing I surprised, finished writing the story, what I wrote became real. For example, the story of a deadly accident in the Cipularang Toll Road that killed 6 people. In a short time approximately 1 week after I wrote the story, a fatal accident actually occurred and killed 6 people.
I once wrote about myself in a work under a pseudonym, call it ‘Mawar’ which has several ghost friends, and indeed out of nowhere it suddenly came the ghosts in my life. They all helped me write their own stories and experiences while still living as a human being. Unknowingly I had exposed a long-buried past and dragged the perpetrators to the green table and I had entered the gate of the barrier, it was the world I lived in with the spirit world and they were the ones who sent me to the top of my career as a famous writer.
That night, as I used to sit at my desk, a pair of my eyes stared into the pitch-black backyard.
When noon arrived I could see the rice fields with green rice and at the end of the mountain and green hills standing majestically challenging the sky. A beautiful sight before my eyes. But, if night falls, it is only the twinkling of starlight that surrounds the goddess of night. The sounds of insects and animals at night sound mutually authentic, making the listeners reluctant to go out. They choose to go to bed early.
Under such circumstances, usually the tip of this pen has written some words and sentences, but, for some reason at this time. Suddenly LIS's face was reflected in my mind, I was surprised when after the incident in the Star Image Building first, I never thought about it again, but, this time. For this time the tip of the pen moves itself writing the name SULISTYORINI. “Hey, why is my hand moving by itself writing its name ?” ask me alone.
The cold wind blew making my hair goosebumps and words came, “Tell me who has humiliated you. I know you still hold a grudge against him,”
I looked back and forth, there was nobody in the room or out there, until it was fixed on a shadow standing not far from the well behind the house, “Who is it?” my many.
There's no answer. Like being moved by an invisible force, I walked up to him and the place changed. Around me, a lot of plants spread and weeds that are 2 times the height of my height. I continued walking and finally came to a halt not far from the shadow. A woman dressed in red stood by the well, looking to be putting on makeup. She's so beautiful, “Who are you ?” my many.
The woman did not answer, she looked at a mirror and put on makeup while singing a soft song :
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Ndhuk, my son wadon, delengen ing bawang ika
Mbulan ora werna mbranang
Latitude ora gelem gumebyar
Lan srengenge rich ngece
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I did not understand what the piece meant, asked again, but the woman turned her eyes from the mirror in hand towards me, “Am I beautiful, nduk ?” tanyakanya. I nodded my head, the woman smiled, “You lied. If I'm beautiful, why doesn't anyone admit me?” he asked in an irritated tone, but, afterwards wept bitterly. For some reason this heart felt very sad, suddenly the ground where I stood like a tremble then split and from the inside appeared a head with a sharp look of eyes looking at me.
My eyes widened while, a pair of pale hands had firmly gripped my shoulders, the hand made my body lose its balance and finally fell down. Not stopping there, the bone-dwrapped hand with the skin seemed to pull me into the ground. I cried out hysterically as I saw many strange and disgusting figures flailing about to join my body to continue to enter the ground. After that, I saw nothing but complete darkness.
When I opened my eyes, I found my body sitting half-lying on my writing desk with a paper full of my pen strokes and the name SULISTYORINI was written there. APPARENTLY DREAMING. The nightmare always comes in the previous nights, even though a writer of horror stories, but, when faced with the scary dream, fear. Especially today, everywhere see terrible figures whether it's kuntilanak, genderuwo, pocong or whatever they call it. I'M TORMENTED.
The phone rang, and I heard Uncle Sugeng's voice, he told Ms. Lis had an accident and died on the spot. Now the ambulance is taking him to JAYA BAKTI Hospital for autopsy. Jesus !! In the story that I just wrote also tells it, how could this be called coincidence ? I read my writing for the umpteenth time, after my fingers pressed some numbers on my keypad and Uncle Sugeng reconnected, “Halo, Uncle now where is ?”
“On the way to the hospital, we met there. But... who is it ..” uncle's voice disjointed after that inaudible nothing else, “Uncle. Hello .... Hello...” no answer phone has been turned off and I rush to the garage. The engine roared and the next second the car was speeding away from home.
The distance between uncle's house and JAYA BAKTI Hospital is quite far. However, there are shortcuts where the journey that should be taken within an hour becomes half an hour. The shortcut was the CEMETERY LAND that was considered haunted by the residents around where Uncle lived.. I took the road because, I was worried about the situation of uncle who suddenly turned off his HP.
My car was walking down a dark and lonely road in ATONG Cemetery. Tonight is not like the usual nights, let alone the light from the house around the cemetery, starlight and moonlight alone can not help me illuminate the body of the road. So, I was forced to shine my car lights, quite able to see the state of the road on the left right stretched the black wall as a road divider with a cemetery complex.
The car stopped when he saw his uncle's car mired in the hole. I got out of the car and saw what was going on. Uncle sat down with a frightened face, his body shook violently, “Uncle ... uncle... This is Intan, what uncle is fine,” my question while shaking his shoulders. The expression on uncle's face did not change, his lips trembled violently while his pair of eyes widened straight ahead. Curiosity intrigued me and immediately turned my gaze towards the direction seen by uncle and....
I cried out stifled while not far from me presented a terrible sight.
A long black-haired woman crouched down, her pair of hands only a bone wrapped in long and pointed black-hailed skin, her fingers clawing at the street asphalt while her pair of long legs exceeded her body size.
“What kind of creature is it ?” I asked unconsciously. No answer, the creature before me raised its face, its eyes wild and fierce, it growled like a tiger, then slowly crawled towards me.
I could only see clearly when my uncle's car lights shot towards him, it turned out that the position of his legs was unnatural, his body lying on the ground while his pair of legs were on top in an upside down state. It looks like a scorpion raising its tail.
I am unable to move, I can feel not play pale face this especially after the distance strange creatures approached.
The moans mixed with the growls tormented both my ears, and “Shelf !” the sound made me jump in shock, suddenly the muzzle of the car appeared a pair of giant-sized footprints between the legs appeared head with long black hair again tangled. On the sidelines of the hair appeared a pair of reddish eyeballs, staring at me and sounding hiss, “KAU IS MINE!”
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I screamed stifled along with the pain and ache on my wrist. I gasped, DREAM AGAIN APPARENTLY. So torturing.
TARA, I remember him. I pulled out my phone, after my fingers pressed the keypad, Tara connected.
“Halo, the new rich.. Why are you calling me now ?” tara's voice was heard across the street.
“Sorry, Tara... Only now do I contact you...emh, can we meet tomorrow ?”
“Why, tan .. really so sudden. But, well I'll be at your house tomorrow,”
“Thank you, Tara. You are my best friend,”
The phone conversation ended. I put my cell phone on the edge of the table while my pair of unblinking eyes stared at the sentences listed in the story I made. Well, it all has to end. It really tormented me.
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“What you've written is still written. Can not be changed again,” said Ki Lewu, that afternoon. Well, I took Tara who came home early in the morning to Kampung Anyar, where Ki Lewu lives. I told her a lot after wearing her cosmetics a while ago.
“But, I did not expect all of that to come true, Ki. indeed I aspired to become a famous writer, but, I did, completely unexpected behind the success of the writing is hidden terrible events and the edges smell of blood,” I explained.
Ki Lewu smiled, “Have you written a story with another theme ?” tanyakanya. I bengong. All this time, I never wrote stories with romantic themes.
“Ki, I have never written such stories, will make a bitter past remember. I want to feel something different. But, this is not what I want, what should I do ?”
“If so it is time for you to switch professions. But even so, cosmetics can not be destroyed just like that. You will forever see what you should never have to see. OTHER WORLDS/IMMUNE WORLDS/SPIRIT WORLDS. I regret what happened to Sulistyorini, your brother. I can't do anything to help you, Nak Intan. I'm sorry,”
“Uncle,” Tara who has been silent since last suddenly spoke, “Maybe there is another way to make Intan not like this ? For example, find out who are the women present in his dreams ?”
“You think it's easy ? Wrong, Tara. The cosmetics were made from the liquid of rotting corpses. You think ... The liquid only belongs to one corpse ? No. gabe. It's all uncle's fault, you shouldn't give the cosmetics to Intan,”
“Nothing, Ki... “ sahutku, “After all, I am sure ... You don't know if the cosmetics came from the liquid of rotting corpses. I'll try to find a solution. Whatever it is,” connect me who began to calm down.
“What are you going to do, baby ?” ask Tara.
I smiled, “Try to find out what the strange creature wants. If I have to, I will subdue it in my own way. Maybe with the tip of this pen eye can destroy the creature for eternity,” my connection.
I saw Tara and Ki Lewu looking at me with astonished eyes, well, this idea just popped up, and it might just be my last piece of writing. Well, one more story, then, it'll all be over.
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I walked through the streets of TANAH PERCUMAN ATONG, The place was really quiet gripping, especially at times like this, JUM’AT LEGI NIGHT. I don't feel these feet on the ground. Even though there was fear in me, but, my resolve was already unanimous. However, the strange creature has made my life chaotic while leading me to the peak of my career as a horror story writer.
After walking half-floating for quite a while, I finally arrived at my destination. In that place I saw 2 pairs of giant banyan trees with oddly shaped boulders as well as long and dense root fibers and hanging in the air. According to the story of the surrounding population, the place is a barrier gate between this world and other worlds. An exotic place especially during these nights, if people say this place is haunted otherwise I say this place is beautiful and suitable to be used to be alone and write a story.
My ears heard the howl of a wolf dog from a distance, An unusual sound. Foolishly, I sat docked at one of the roots of the banyan tree and before long there was a sound like a heavy object being dragged along with groans and growls. THE CREATURE HAS COME !
I smiled seeing a black object moving slowly towards me, “You've come ? I've been waiting for you,”
That thing doesn't budge, “Hey, I'm talking to you.. Don't hear you or are you deaf ?”.
The creature moved again and is now right in front of the nose. The long black hair was smeared again the tangles that covered his face were blistered and I could see a horrible face. His pair of eyes suddenly glared and his eyeballs rolled and fell right near my feet, he opened his mouth like he was about to devour me alive and there was a sound like the sound of people suffocating.
The mouth cavity of the creature seemed to widen and I felt my body go into the cavity of his mouth, “Good, let you devour me, I am not afraid of you. You are the ugliest of all the creatures around here,” I said as I plunged the tip of my pen deeply into one of the deepest parts of his mouth. ESOPHAGUS.
Suddenly the place was like a tidal wave, everything around me seemed to swirl, my ears felt deaf to the growls and moans around the Atong cemetery. Until the sound is heard, “AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH !! WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME, WHY ?!!” the echoes of his screams blared as if filling the place until it sounded far away. The dark atmosphere suddenly turned bright and I found myself no longer in the Atong cemetery but in my bedroom with my body facing my desk.
I stood up and walked towards the bathroom, washed my face and reflected. The shadow reflected in the mirror is my image. I smiled but, my smile looked horrible grin. My lips trembled and unconsciously said :
“People used to call me quiet, loner, grouch and so on, even though I have a name. I love to write, the tip of my pen is so sharp, sharper than the newly sharpened blade .. For, beware .... don't expect you to be able to breathe fresh air tomorrow .. This is my curse as a WRITER ...”
(Tuesday, 06 – Nop – 2018 )