Kemuning Climbing
Chaos wound

The silhouettes of trees, the gripping atmosphere, the relentless disturbance. From outside the mountain now strange sounds are heard by villagers and motorists who pass near the foot of the hill. Inside the ghost bus, Hana was half dead frightened to see the passengers who started staring at her. The figure sitting on the side bowed in tears covering his face with his hair.

“Mbak why?” hana asked trembling.

Uprighten the head, turning three hundred and sixty degrees twice. Hana screamed in fear covering her face with her hands. How did he run? To get out of the bus later he would drag his body while looking for a handle. Opening between fingers saw the figure disappear. The other passengers standing beside him showed various forms of scars on him.

“Please, please don't bother me. Let me go home” he said in fear.

The bus stopped suddenly, the whole bus was empty. Hana held back the fear, the heavy rain following the loud thumping sound from above the sky. Strange things happened a few minutes later when the bus lights were on. Passengers enter from the front and back doors. Flat face sharpener, rigid way of walking. The little boy took a sitting position next to him, he was drenched in shivering rubbing his face in the mud.

Distracting the view looking at the dewy window glass. Hana rubbed the glass, seen outside the crowd crowded. The bus was shaken, and the speed of the driver made him feel pain holding his leg.

He shouted loudly, the other passengers did not flinch or feel frightened. The little boy next to her stood on the chair. Behaviour beyond the limits of other reason, he began to put the position of the body upside down hanging on the roof of the bus.

The other unusual natures of people make a neighing sound until they begin to appear as ghosts. “Arghh! Argh!” He couldn't bear to see everything.

Hana asks for the bus to stop, she drags her body until it approaches the door. Crying, deep in begging, he saw the haunted driver's face without the eyeballs remaining in control of the bus's rate.

“Please! Please stop the car! Hiks”

The ghost car will stop in the direction. He saw some passengers start licking the traces of blood dripping. He was unconscious, waking up to see the bus returning empty. This time the shape of the bus had a level on it. The field is larger, there is a skull head toy displayed in front of him. The flashing lights were red in flames, outside of the many terrifying figures clawing at the bus.

“Arghh! Arghh!” Hana Shouts.

His real body was thrown out of the bus, in the real world he was found a rider who passed on the road. For months he had been in a coma, his tribe coming out of the body swaying beneath the sacred mountain region.

Hana has not realized what happened to her, she sees Kemuning running after Farsya.

“Yellowing, wait for me! My feet are healed yes.”

Hana was confused to see her legs could move normally, there was not the slightest bit of scar. He could even run fast while laughing out his arms. “Ahahah my legs are finally healed!” hana's voice was heard by Kemuning.

“Kemuning, are you crying? Look, my legs are healed. Let's go home!”

“Hana, I'm glad you're not sick anymore. But if I ask, you now feel in the real world or dream?”

“What are you talking about? It's real, I can pinch you.”

He frowned, repeatedly trying to touch but his body was shaded. Hana moved to another dimension, her voice in a strong wind that seemed like a whisper. Unable to see him, he crouched to his knees. “What should I do?”his murmurs gave up.

The voice call of Capit, his steps resembled a giant footstroke. Kemuning back to the time where he saw who the shape of the kebaya woman who changed into a young and aging form. Only you know who you really are when you're alone. Hearing the news of his wife who lost a fetus from the stomach, the man was increasingly crazy to hope for gold, more jewels in the black chest.

He is not called a father, he is a demon who seeks the blood of human flesh as a result. Capit waiting for that day to come, baby offerings for jin pesugihan. Increasing age in other realms. An anonymous baby plays an important role in the continuity of his wealth and knowledge. Every night, the sound of crying and laughter of the baby squealed the ears. More precisely in the middle of the night, many people who did not dare to cross in front of his house.

How many Capit houses in the city are already famous for their awesomeness. He also often made promises to the job seekers to follow him on the mountain which is a second home for him. The giant rock cave was like his breath. He strictly forbids anyone who dares to mess up the devil's nest that he builds.

The rest of the bodies of the dead climbers in his hands were dumped in the river. The figure of a baby who has grown up he made bait takes its toll.

“Hihihi, mom let's play” the sound of a little boy waking him up.

Pak Suroto is a pseudonym of Capit. Suratmi would never have guessed the sighting of the little boy who had been bothering her for life was the soul of her own son who was not calmly haunting. A small, adult-faced body wearing step kebaya clothing with frangipani flower decoration on its head. Mbok Mijan knocked on the open door, he went in to wake Suratmi.

“Mistress, time to take medicine”

“I'm not crazy mbok, it was a child here. Mbok time don't see anyway!”

“Sorry madam, this is a big master's order.”

Her husband's increasingly arrogant, temperamental attitude and likes to beat if his will is not followed. He was forced to accept some large pills pretending to swallow them. Ask the mbok to take more drinking water. He threw the medicine out of the window. He had to adjust to the other side of the disturbance of the subtle-being.

“I have to find out all the ins and outs about the pesugihan my husband did. If the baby had grown up and become a terrible figure like the one who always met me. Then I will break this chain of demonic bonds and save the sukma anak” murmured Suratmi.