FROM ANOTHER WORLD TO YOU (Sistery Story Group )
[ Horror] [Mystery] K u r i r (Eighth Round )

#8

The noise from the middle room woke me up. I slowly got down from the bed, tiptoeing towards the door of the room. The clock has shown at 02:30 in the early morning, there are moans and screams in between laughter.

"No... Don'tdon't... Let go of me..."

The voice was heard drowning in the middle room. With my heart pounding, I opened the door to my room. There was no one, only a silvery-white light bouncing off the middle room window. It was the TV light. Wait, isn't there just me in this house ? I've been asleep since 20:30 and I'm sure, don't turn on the TV at all. Who turned it on ? Is it midnight like this? I locked all the doors and windows in the room.

"No. don't. let go of me..."

The shout was heard again, the direction was indeed from the middle room. I ventured to open the middle door, peeking at who the real owner of the voice was. I flinched, the TV and VHS video player lit up. On the 24-inch screen was plastered rape scene of Fera Budi Utami. Hah, isn't that videotape in my room, who carried it and played it in this room ? Hurry I reach for the TV remote, I press the power button and the TV turns off immediately following the VHS video player machine, do not forget I took out the cassette. I turned around and was about to step into the room, but suddenly the TV turned on again, showing the same scene. My body trembled uncomfortably, the hand that held the VHS videotape as if it was powerless.

The scene stops when Fera Budi Utami is left lying helplessly, her clothes disheveled and one by one the rapists leave her. The 24-inch TV image turned into a bunch of ants, only briefly and replaced by a figure of a black-haired woman's body, long, tangled and scattered. He sat behind me, staring at the dead TV.

"Who are you ?" my many.

There's no answer. Once, twice and thrice, but no response. I slowly stepped back, as I was about to leave the place, a sound like a broken bone sounded.

"Kkrrkk.. kkrkk..kkkrrkk..."

The head of the figure turned 180⁰, he looked terrible with his head facing backwards. I screamed stifled, especially as he walked up to me with his front body facing up, the closer he got. Both of my knees were weak, I also fell down while the figure's face was right near my nose. He opened his mouth wide as if to devour me alive.

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My body floated in the pitch-black air, not knowing where the top, where the bottom, the world seemed to swirl. I don't know how long I've been in this state, while my eyes are closed. My body was like being slammed hard.

By the time I opened my eyes, I was already in quite a large place. How could I have been in this place, that place to me had scratched up the worst and terrible memory of my life as a child. Memories I always wanted to forget, but why are they resurfacing ?

Two clear spots came out of the corner of my eye while walking down the place. On the right-left are lined cars that are no longer intact, also, old pieces of rusty iron. Cold and empty. That's how I felt when I looked at him. My steps stopped, about 5 meters in front of me a shadow of a woman dressed as a courier Ok Go stood behind me. Silence is like a stone statue.

"Are you Fera Budi Utami ?"

I ventured to ask. There's no answer. He just limped and subconsciously followed him from behind.

I continued to step and step, getting heavier like an iron pendulum was tying my ankles. When the figure stopped, I fell down, "Where are you going to take me ?" my lament.

The figure was silent, slowly he raised his right hand and his index finger pointed straight ahead. My gaze shifted in the direction he pointed. A carcass of an orange VW car is parked in a place overgrown with vines, wild and weeds as tall as adults. The front of the car was shuffled, there was the inscription "Ok Go", some of the paint was peeled off. VW is the only one and under the car there is a motorcycle.

"Whose motorcycle is it ?" I asked the strange figure, but, he disappeared somewhere.

"Amrs... Amri..."

The voice seemed to emerge from behind the twilight clouds to the west. Is this just my feeling ? No. gabe. I heard it very clearly, but who is the owner of the voice ?

"Amri ..."

This time the voice was soft, whispering in my right ear. I looked, there was no one.

"Who is that ?" I cried while looking for the owner of the voice, and...

A man was suddenly right in front of me. I screamed loudly, seeing that his head was not intact, his right side was slipping in, his eyes were hanging out on cheeks crawled with maggots, centipedes, worms and other flat animals. Blood spurted out, scattering the stinging foul scent from that broken head. He was about to touch me, I retreated.

"Why did you leave me alone in this place.Befriend me," her voice was clear. He reminds me of Dahlan, a childhood friend, who died with a car-body squashed head that overcame him. My body was shaking violently, my teeth were clashing against each other, "Ma. ma. I'm sorry, Dahlan,"

"You must come with me. You must follow me." said the figure angrily, he stuck out his hands intending to strangle me, I kept retreating to avoid his fingers that remained bone wrapped in skin.

"No ! Don't bother me ! Go!" my yelling.

It was at that moment that my body was like being pushed back, I fell slammed, however, the ground split and my body went into it. I was back in the air.

"Amrs... Amri.. wake up!"

The cry sounded so close, I grimaced in pain, my cheek slapped so hard. I opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was my mother's visibly anxious face, Ella standing next to her.

"What is this, son ? When I walked into your room, your body was drowned and cold on the floor" my mother said.

"I know where Fera Budi Utami is, La.." I said, while the 2 people looked confused.

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The house looked simple, away from the crowd. Being in the middle of the yard is quite spacious with various types of shrubs. Surrounded by a brown iron fence. From a distance, a taxi approached, stopping right at the gate. The back door opened, a beautiful young lady of crazy stature came out, went down and after making sure no one else followed, she opened the gate and closed it again. He rushed into the house, locked the front door and threw his body on the sofa with a long sigh.

"A house that's quite comfortable to live in, isn't it ?"

The voice surprised him, he hurriedly jumped up and turned his gaze towards the direction the sound was coming from. A handsome young man with mature brown skin sat there was one of the dimly lit sofas not far from where the woman was. His right leg is placed on the left groin.

"Zainal Abidin Al-khatiri" said the woman, her face turning pale.

"My little yessy. We haven't seen each other in a long time, you look so pretty" the young man smiled and walked up to her.

"Do you want to come here, Zain ?!" ask the woman called Yessy.

"Why did your face change when you saw me, baby ? Don't be stiff like that, just plain..."

"Would you come here ? Killing me ?"

"Killing the people I love and love ? That's so cruel your prejudice. What am I doing that for ? Be calm. I miss you so much, baby. You rarely come to my village," said the young man as his fingers moved to touch and play with each strand of Yessy's curly hair, occasionally bringing his nose close, "Hmm.. very fragrant,"

Yessy shuddered in horror at the work of the young man of Arab descent.

"You're still rinsing your hair with my shampoo, huh ?" ask Zain again.

"I really like it. I always use it to rinse my hair" Yessy said.

"Oh, good.it's great, baby..." Zain began to make sweet words while occasionally giving small kisses towards the sensitive part of the woman. Pleased plus with gentle touches, made the woman burned by the flames of romance, but, fear made the tempest disappear as soon as possible especially as Zain's fingers moved to grip the trunk of her neck.

"Well, tell me why you would betray me when all the necessities of your life have been taken away !" the young man said coldly.

Yessy rebels, trying to escape from Zain's strangulation. His pair of eyes widened, his face turning blue. He started coughing, having trouble breathing. He could do nothing but surrender.

Suddenly, Zain released his grip. Yessy's face changed, her facial muscles bulged out and her veins came out like a bunch of worms, her eyeballs blackened. The terrible grin made the young man of Arab descent jump away. But...

"Grap..."

Zain's wrist was firmly gripped by Yessy's long, pointed, sharp fingers. He grimaced in pain, trying to let go of the grip, the stronger the revolt, the stronger Yessy's hand.

"Take me off, you fucking whore !!" exciting Zain.

"KKCRMK... KKKRRKKKC..."

Zain cried out in pain, his body pushed back while Yessy's strange-changing figure looked at him sharply and coldly but, there was absolutely no sign of life inside there.

"Who are you ?" zain asked in a trembling voice while looking at the standing Yessy figure slowly turning into a lady in courier clothes.

"Mas...

there is a package ...

please accept..."

Those were the first words that came out of his black lips. Floating and cold sounds.

"Milk ..."

Zain felt his head being hit by an object that was quite loud. His gaze was pitch-black, he was knocked unconscious.

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