Ghost Nose Mbeler
Staking out
"Dee.hi...hihii...."
Warsinah put her son Endang under a cokak eggplant tree located not too far from Gus Ruri.
Warsinah laughed and floated fast as if she wanted to get away from Gus Ruri immediately.
The baby who had fallen asleep then cried after Warsinah.
"Oeg.oee...eeeg...."
Gus Ruri immediately held the child Endang who was still crying.
Gus Ruri and all the citizens returned home.
Gus Ruri gave the baby to his grandmother.
Endang who found his son had returned because he heard the sound of crying baby immediately ran to the kitchen.
All the residents and the students have returned home.
Only Gus Ruri is still in the house.
He gave a message to Endang not to forget to read the prayer before going to bed.
He also advised that Endang not sleep on his back to the baby.
Endang realized that was the slowness.
She was too tired to cry because her husband did not come after receiving news if she gave birth.
Endang who became the second wife of a vegetable nurse was lamenting her fate, she rebuked to sleep and without realizing it had fallen asleep in a position to turn her back to the baby.
Gus Ruri finally resigned when the clock was already pointing at the number three in the morning.
Baby Endang was already he prayed, and now fell asleep soundly.
The ghost of Warsinah is now in a hut in front of which is a scarecrow made of straw.
Warsinah sat on the roof of the hut, as she usually kept moving her legs.
He kept laughing, no matter what.
His eyes looked straight ahead.
It seemed like he saw something in a distant place there.
Adhan dawn reverberate.
Sayup-sayup sounds roosters crowing.
Surya also now shows its light.
Warsinah ghost has now entered an old building, which is said to be a Dutch heritage building.
He played a swing that was rusty because it was never used.
The old building that looks more like an inn has a garden.
In the park located at the front of the row of petatan-mold room there is a swing that also looks old, also rusty.
"Krierrkk..."
The sound of the swing that Warsinah was sitting on.
The voice was clearly heard even up to the crossroads.
The old building located on the left of the eastern part of the intersection is in fact part of the path that must be passed by farmers and residents either to go to the rice fields or other activities.
Mbacem village, located in the middle of the rice field area.
Where access to the big road is very far and can only be traveled with one lane only, namely the west and east.
Of the two also permanent residents in must choose to pass between two places that are said to be haunted.
On the west side they had to pass a bridge.
The red painted bridge is known as Bok Bang or bok brother Javanese which means Red Bridge.
The bridge is believed to be a dumping ground for corpses, whether intact or mutilated at the time of G30/S/PKI.
The trust of the citizens is not only based on eyewitnesses who are their ancestors and ancestors.
Not only because it is just a hereditary story but also because there are often sightings.
Sometimes some of them come home from work too late and meet people who are mengagis on the side of the bridge.
When the passer-by stops and asks, the one who criticizes will look up and show his broken face.
Sometimes there are also people passing by and looking like, balls, coconut, breadfruit, watermelon or others that are the same shape.
And when that person approached it turned out to be the head of the person.
Even one day there was a person who was looking for grass during the day in the bridge area.
Suddenly, he came to a small child who was questioning, asking for help to find his mother, and when among the children pointed out that his house was in the bridge culvert.
Not only that, when the little boy turned his head he showed two hollow eyeballs.
No one knows the true story of this incident.
The area where the astral creatures live, and no witnesses, became the cause of the closure of the case by the police.
Moreover, the existence of the health service that states if this can happen and can be explained medically is also one of the supports in the lid of the case.
Well we're ordinary humans where his ignorance nests.
But you can't make that a reason to make a mistake.
Doing such a relationship and being out of place, that was obviously a big mistake.
But what is power, sometimes we humans often lose if we have to argue with lust.
Without us realizing that actually obeying lust is he who has become a slave of the devil.
Such is the evidence if they are among us that the bok bang or red bridge has shown.
The same is the case with the Dutch building located to the east of the village.
The path to the rice fields and markets that must be traveled to the east which must also pass Umbul.
I don't know what the name of the pennant is.
The real meaning is to fly.
Maybe because it used to be the tallest building or whatever.
Now it is no longer a building or its name, but there is a disturbance that comes from that place.
Like at the moment.
"Krieekkk..kreek...krieek...kreek" kriek"
The sound of the swing that Warsinah was playing on the morning of blind invited fear for a farmer who was passing through the building to go to his rice field.
The farmer who is now carrying a hoe and holding his caping is goosebumps when he hears the sound of a swing being played.
He wanted to peek at it just to convince himself if it happened because of the wind.
But the wind from where.
The building whose fence is around with a height of approximately three meters,
Likewise, the gate is covered by sheets of black spandex.
Mr. Tani also went back and forth.
Finally, he decided to choose to leave.
As people usually do.
Don't want to know not to disturb each other.
In there, after the death of Mr. Tani, Warsinah is still fun playing the swing.
"Kriekk.."
"Krieek.kreek...Krieek.kreek"
The rusty swing sound continued to repeat itself until it formed the same intonation.
Warsinah kept swinging her legs.
He also laughs occasionally.
"Hi.hi.hi.hi..hi hi hi hi...hi..."
The sun now appears to be leaning on a coconut tree.
The residents go back and forth through the area where Warsinah is located.
Passers-by are silent and recite prayers in their hearts.
There are those who speak and loudly mention.
"That putune is passing through"
But there are also those who pass by.
Without permission, and no matter what else believes if they really exist, we just assume all stories are just superstitions.
And without such people noticing, there was a pair of fiery red eyes.
Highlighting sharply as if watching the motion of every human behavior.
The figure that was standing floating on the inside of the gate was now in a sinister form.
He wanted to scare the weak man of his faith.
Absorbs all his energy, and makes him a commandable slave.
Like the agreement he made with the guardian of the spring of nine sources.