Kemuning Climbing
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Robi finds her grandfather's hand stiffened to the ground. All around there was a pile of skull heads. He hiked without his family's permission, early in the morning running with the bag he had prepared. Fear touched the grandfather's hand but the woman's voice stopped him.

“Wait! Don't touch that hand!”

A woman pushed him away. There was a man carrying two medium-sized plastic buckets. He put it near the thing, whispering a look at it. The pale-faced woman frowned approaching him.

“Come with us go from here.”

“Didn't you see that I wanted to take out my grandfather's body?”

“Bro, his speech is correct. The night will change, we just don't you get lost atu__ ah already. Oh yeah, are you sure it's your grandfather's body?”

“Hei water carrier man. Hurry up you go and bring your sister who bothers me!”

“What? I'm the water carrier?” Kenzi pointed to himself.

“Have not enlarged Ken. All right, we're leaving, but tell me what makes you so sure that buried is your grandfather's body?”

Rewinding back before the departure of the old man

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After the incident that just killed everything. When they arrived, all the corpses disappeared along with a pitch-white mist. Kenzi could not hide his sadness. Grieving Geh's departure not to mention his body that disappeared.

“Where do they hide Geh? Must be a group! It is impossible for all the corpses to disappear in an instant!”

“Sabar Ken, relax first. I promise I'll help you..”

Kemuning held back his aching leg, he saw inside the tent there were still pieces of Geh's leg. Calling Kenzi to take a look, his tears the swab received a scorched leg cut of his brother. Outside the tent, the laughter of the two girls brought by Pon. They were cool inside the tent without caring about the incident. While masturbating using HT radio give a report to the BOS. Read the notes Pon gave.

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“What happened to the sacred mountain was not the whole of the subtle creatures there. All human intervention greedy and greedy to raise the inhabitants of the sacred mountain as they please control them.”

An old man sat cross-legged looking away at the mountain that was in the region of death. The grandfather's words were recorded by his grandson sitting next to him. In his mind he was curious how other stories also apparitions of real creatures that he had never seen. If he has grown up later, he intends to conquer the mountain, he also wants to explore the problem of the missing climbers. His grandfather was too old, his body that began to be sickly consumed by age every day had to fight to help people who were lost in the forest.

If he entered the mountain, his grandfather could survive on the basis of the help of creatures that are often told of the grandfather.

“Kek, if the creature can save grandfather, why does he not save the people who climb?”

“Cuk, humans are the highest beings on earth. Having limitations cannot even be impossible beyond the Almighty. Moreover, the subtle creatures that form a soft body. It must have more or less limitations. Message grandfather, you do not be fooled, deceived creatures in it. Meeting or saving a good creature does not mean he can not do the unexpected__”

Remembering what happened five years ago

Five kids playing on the river. They ignored the cries of the old man to go home. At the foot of the mountain, it was no secret. Traditions established long ago when the sun goes down, no one can be outside the house. No exception adults, in this section the most important is that children are obliged to be awake in the house.

“Whose child has not returned? There are still many voices of mothers calling their children” said Mrs Sitik.

“Tong, who were you playing with? Once again if your mother calls directly reply.”

“Heh, sorry well. Earlier Otong played with Gembom” group replied Otong smilingly rubbing his back hair.

Three children entered the forest hearing the sound of the scream. They split, the sky began to darken. From behind the Roman body, the appearance of a red jinn pulled him into the middle of the bush. Her vocal cords are pulled. He became mute, a red genie finger on the ringing showing his pointy nails tearing through his stomach.

The boom in pain groaned at the sight of his organs coming out, he was dying, dying with his eyes open. Fresh heart of red jin favorite adds to its strength, laughter echoes. Two boys pulled a female figure into a large tree trunk.

Clap__

Krakk__

Ojon remains, there is a hand that pulls him from behind the tree. The stronger he pulled, his clamped hands felt the cold wood pressing down strongly. Pulling his hand until his body falls. A loud shout saw his four severed fingers.

“Akhh! Ahhh!”

The old man heard his son scream in pain and even ran towards him. His steps were limped avoiding grasses, reeds and bushes. The trees that lined up showed how his son ran.

The figure of a terrifying creature flying carried him flying. He was unable to chase after his son, his wife who suddenly died beside him because she could not see the things that her son was experiencing.

Until now, the old man lived on a sacred mountain. Forests of human predators are no longer ignored. Once a month, family members visit him. Their persuasion asked to take his son and return in the village he did not heed.

“Two hours of dusk will arrive, you must go home, your mother must be waiting in front.”

“But I want to stay here kek.”

Robi does not want to miss the next story about the sacred mountain that sounds more exciting. His face turned sullen to see his mother pull him home so that Yuni did not bring her son again to visit him.

“Why your attitude never changes and remain stubborn. I know you're still grieving, but Ojon must be sad to see you like this.”

“Shut! Go!”

Creatures eyeing, the setting sun did not release a single person apart. Desi did not let go of Ojon, the grown-up son of man who became part of his followers. Often the appearance of his son made the old man determined to stay.

To death in the mind, the wilderness on the sacred mountain was his home. Today, right in front of the setting sun light. After the grandson came home, he stood on a big shirt to see what creature killed his son.

Apparitions in front, the figure of the creature he was waiting for was his child who crawled in the form of animal behavior sticking out his tongue. Saliva dripping, strange sounds, murderous gazes, he pounced on his own father to tear his body apart to give to Desi.

“Ka_Ka-You are not my son Ojon.”

The death of the grandfather, stories of creatures on the sacred mountain and his mother's chat with the villagers. In front of the grave of the grandfather he loved, he promised to find the creature that killed him.