Horror And Mystery Stories
When the Bridge Falls

That morning Moro Village was stirred by the sound of water roaring in the River. The loud bang lasted a few seconds. People are panicking. Will a landslide have occurred or will a meteor rock fall into the water. No doubt the fathers ran to the source of the voice. Mothers hide behind their blankets. It was as if the sound was a catastrophe for them. Although there are some more busy with their own concoction, expect the cuisine to be the lips of their husbands.

Nawir passed by in front of his house. Rather than ignoring the loud thumping sound, there was something even more urgent than that. His wife's stomach hurts signs of wanting to give birth. But it was difficult for him to get a motor loan. Because the citizens are preoccupied with the sound of a bang. I ran anywhere, but nothing came of it. He finally returned home with a panicked face.

An old woman came out of the house. His eyes felt glazed. He's headed towards Nawir. I hope this man gets help. But after looking behind him, there was nothing. “How's ndu? Already got a motor loan?” The woman still did not stop looking at him. Because he didn't see the bike in front of the house.

“No motor loan. Let's just take it to the child shaman here ma'am!” nawir said with a face of surrender. All this time their principle of not using shamans was finally violated already. But it's been in a precarious state. Even though they knew that the child shaman was unbelievable. Because it always fails in the process of child labor. “What can make bu”.

The old woman who had been panicking had finally agreed to it. But he can't help Nawir bring Erna. As if he understood, Nawir grabbed Erna who was already in a critical state. Only Nawir calmed his wife. Nawir heard his wife's breath. That made him panic and speed up his run.

Finally they arrived at the house of a child shaman. The little house looked empty. Nawir tried to knock on the door. I wish someone came from inside. Erna is still in pain. Nawir is panicking. He tried knocking again. Someone finally opened the door. A long haired girl. Looks sweet and pretty.

“Bu The art is there?” ask Nawir to the girl. While the girl was astonished to see Erna who was carried by Nawir. “Bu The art is there?” Nawir repeated his question again. This time the girl heard it.

“Mama to ndu river. Again see bridge collapsed.” That's how the girl explained. Without any fault. He didn't even see how panicked Nawir was. Erna continued to grumble in pain. Nawir's decision was finally settled. He took his wife to the river.

As soon as he reached the river, Nawir stopped for a while. He looked at it from a distance, and it seemed that the bridge had collapsed. He also glared at every citizen standing in front of him. Hope to find the child shaman soon. But still not found. Among the panic of the citizens, only one way he, namely by shouting for help. Because his wife who was enduring the pain was now fainted.

Suddenly, a child shaman came from behind. As if he understood his obligation, he also guided Nawir into one of the houses. Then the shaman told Nawir to put Erna on the bed. The shaman was confused because he saw Erna's condition. All this time he has never helped pregnant women in a state of sleep. Therefore, it must need tools such as in the hospital.

“He must go to the clinic ndu.” said the child shaman. Because he thinks Erna's condition must require surgery. Or some kind of shock device to wake her from sleep. But looking at nawir like a koala's face the quandary's confusion flurried. “He must go to the clinic, ndu. Let him survive”.

Nawir was confused by the shaman's words. Is it possible to take him to the clinic with a collapsed bridge like that. Nawir did not understand why the shaman could not help. “how can I bring my wife. While he was already dying and the bridge collapsed.”

“I can help him, provided you accept whatever I do” the child shaman tidied up Erna's body position. While saying that to Nawir. He hoped that the man would be able to understand what he said.

It turned out that panic was not only felt by Nawir. In the distance from the house, the residents looked panicked. The bridge is a bad sign. The citizens will have income difficulties. Because their source of life is across the river. But that's not the main reason either. The citizens already understood that something bad would hit them. As happened last year. There must be souls to sacrifice.

Nawir already knew what was on the faces of the citizens because of panic. Well because of a myth that is not clear origin according to him. Nawir is defensive about that. He thinks that his people's beliefs are not the truth. He only believes in his God. For the one who gives sustenance and gives life and kills man is his Lord. Simply sticking to it according to Nawir is enough.

But in his heart, that firm principle took longer and longer. He became concerned about whether such a myth could really happen. Nawir blurred his worries, while turning his head slightly towards the room. Nawir did not understand what the shaman was doing. All he wanted to know was whether his wife survived or not.

An old man from a distance looked at him. Her stiff, pale mouth was like wanting to say something to Nawir. But like his feet can't get close to Nawir. Just standing in place. Out of curiosity, Nawir stepped into the old man. But his steps were stopped by the sound of a child shaman from within. He was told to come in because the delivery was over. Nawir then went into the room. And he was surprised by what he saw.

Erna sat on the bed, smiling. In his wife's arms was a cute baby sleeping. It was definitely his son. Nawir approached his wife. He couldn't wait to hold the baby. Next to Nawir, the child shaman smiled. Then bring a little closer to Nawir's ear. He whispered something to Nawir.

As if understanding, Nawir nodded his head. He'll remember the boy shaman's message. With a smile and a little head bow as a sign of gratitude. The witch doctor passed behind the blue curtain. Leaving a couple with their baby in that simple bed.

From another view, Erna seemed happy, while giving breast milk to her baby. Nawir could only smile at the behavior of the mother and child. But there was something strange about their faces. Looks pale and lethargic. He just came to take them. Hope that happiness doesn't pass quickly.

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Flooding in Moro Village is common every year. This time the flood was incredible. Because of the collapse of the river levee and the collapse of the Comal bridge. The flood caused all residents of Moro Village to be lost in the waters of the comal river. Because of the difficult access to make residents confined in their own villages. No one survived. Except one, Nawir.

He was found stranded across the Moro Village. His cloth was torn like a street beggar in a big city. Nawir was unconscious. Apparently he had been asleep for a long time in a clinic. Scary dream that he thought was beautiful. About four days later Nawir woke up.

The flood volunteers immediately checked on Nawir. Is she okay. Nawir was confused. He did not remember anything about the flood. All he knows is he wants to go to the clinic. And also, it was only that whisper that he heard before he was unconscious. “Forget”. To him the whisper was very mistri and alive. Tired of remembering, he went back to sleep. Wanted to embrace a dream that who knows is real.

From across the river, there the bridge was destroyed comal due to the flood. In the distance next to the bridge, white souls live as if confined in elegies. Their eyes are burning orange. It was as if the bridge had become a ruin of civilization. Who's in the wrong? Just ask the collapsed bridge.