
Nyai Suketi put the dominoes in a small pitcher, which was given offerings and burned incense. Again Nyai Suketi recites a mantra, his mouth seems to read a mantra, of course with special rituals, only he knows the reading of the mantra. The ritual is called a card frying medium. Finished reciting the spell, Nyai just waited for the grave land as the next condition. The pitcher was tightly covered with mori cloth until another ritual followed.
...A pitcher is a small pot made of soil and used for storing. The size of the sagging varies according to its function. Wikipedia....
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Darsih walked down a deserted street, without wearing a single piece of clothing. He walked combing haunted places. A strange sound rang out, making the feathers stand up. Then, change with heavy steps. Make her manic observe around.
Darsih continued walking, down the shady trees. The manicure is clearly captured. Smoke appeared from a shady tree beside him. Then, the smoke turned into a small creature that jumped from the middle of the extremely shady trees, then jumped again towards the head, suddenly becoming a large white creature.
After becoming a perfect pocong figure, the pocong flew right above Kadarsih's head. The body of Kadarsih shook violently again. But his determination was already unanimous, he had to fight against his fear.
Darsih continued to stare towards the creature, the more Darsih looked at him, the eyeballs of the creature looked like it was going out, there were no eyebrows or skin flesh. However, Darsih threw away that fear. The creepy creature went back into the trees.
Darsih walked back to the cemetery. Until in front of the tomb, he was again shown with other strange creatures. But he did not flinch at all. The pain of his heart had already covered up his own fear.
Darsih stands right on the ground of Mbah Jambrong's tomb. He took a pinch of earth, which he then wrapped in mori cloth. His gaze shifted to observe the surroundings. Very quiet, that is the burial area of Mbah Jambrong. This cemetery is sacred, because this cemetery is a sacred tomb.
Unwilling to linger in the burial area, Darsih twisted her body to rush away from the place. He walked down the cemetery, a lot of weird stuff going on. The grave ground suddenly emitted smoke. Then the branches of the tree move by themselves, but there is no wind.
He widened his steps, so that he could quickly get to Nyai's room. It turned out that there were still trials that he had to face. He met the figure of a tall, large, stocky creature and filled with dense fur all over his body.
The creature dwells in a large, shady, damp dark tree. Staring sharply at Darsih, with reddened eyes. Darsih just passed the creature. Darsih went back down the road, to go back home.
Arrive at Nyai Suketi's room. Darsih was back in his clothes. He gave the grave to Nyai. Nyai returned to reciting the spell, and placed the land in the sack. He was tightly covered with a white cloth.
"Let's wait for two weeks, the card you can use to delete. You can save anyone you want. And any man who gets hit by your pellets, he'll bend his knees in front of you. In fact, one day not to meet you. He's like an undead. He will feel unruly, ", said Nyai laughing out loud.
"Thank you very much, Nyai," he said, "With this pellet, I will avenge my heartache,"
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Sukorejo village, now began to be quiet if the night is approaching. The reason, hearing rumors from mouth to mouth the appearance of ghosts Aminah and Adrian is widespread. And the news reached Wiranto's ears.
"Mas, I'm so scared. Villagers say, The spirit of your child shines," said Mawar sitting his ass next to the husband.
"Hush, don't believe it! Where there is such a thing. This is a sophisticated age" her husband said.
"But, there are those who experience it themselves, Mas,"
"Roses, you don't have to think weird. Now make me some coffee! I had to be overtime!" he said, while showing the bookkeeping of the grocery store in front of his wife.
"Yes, I made it first,"
The rose set its foot in the kitchen. She was going to make coffee for her husband. Heat the water in a small pot. And pour the coffee grounds in the white cup.
"Kok looks like someone blew my nape?" mumbles Roses.
There was a sound of a child crying behind the house. It's weird that there's a child crying on nights like this. Roses try to peek out from the crevice that covers the kitchen window. There's no one there. Just the sound of an empty bottle, blowing in the wind, and rolling itself. The rose closed the curtain again.
The sound of a child's cry was heard again. Even harder than before. The rose peeked back at him. There was a little boy standing outside the house, with a charred face on fire. His eyes were bright red. Showing anger.
The Rose's body shook violently. His feet could not move. Her voice stuck in her throat, when she wanted to call her husband.
"Return home. Give me back my house" that's what the creature said.
"Se-se-demon," said the Rose shouting. He fell unconscious.
Wiranto heard his wife shouting in the kitchen, he immediately ran towards the kitchen. His wife fainted. He tried to wake his wife. By patting the wife's cheek gently. The rose woke up to open its eyes.
"What's up, Ma?" ask Wiranto.
"Satan, Pah. There's a demon in our house. Mama saw it for herself, Pah," replied the Rose. Pointing towards the backyard. Wiranto opened the door connecting the kitchen with the backyard. He shines every corner of the page.
"There's nothing" Wiranto said. Squeeze his brows. He closed the door again.
"There's nothing, Ma,"
"So really, Mama saw it for herself, Pah. Her face was very serem. Black and charred burning, emitting smoke from his body. His eyes glared at Mama, Pah," the Rose said.
"Already, already. This must be Mama's exhausted. Come on, let's go to sleep! Papa's job is done, too" asked her husband. Wiranto pulled his wife's body into the room. Fortunately, the four children did not wake up when they heard the cry of the rose.
to be continued ....
***Note***:
...***Lintrik is an old pellet science that is also a class of pellets not teri class. Even lintrik pellets are categorized as one black pellet that is very powerful to subdue his target. When used for negative things, lintrik is said to be obtained from the power of jinn or subtle creatures that are inserted in the means of pellets (usually the Dutch card media or commonly called dominoes) when the ritual system runs can bring the impact of victims such as the undead if you can't meet with the person who saved it. In fact, it often brings the impact of his victims feeling unbearable pain on his head. Afternoon cold and if the night gets hot***....
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