Kemuning Climbing
Ghaib Disaster

The door of the house is knocked many times, a woman wears a large konde puncture, a red fan worth all the accessories. An arrogant attitude raises the chin into the house. He chose the biggest sofa, his high-heeled shoes did not come off. If you think, his presence can be counted once a year.

“Bu Muhyi how are you? How did you not tell me to come?”

“Hhmm, just go to ma'am. I'm going to pick up a grandchild. Where're they? The strange daughter-in-law did not mind, went after Muhyi put her children in people's homes! Honestly, Hamza, I don't like his attitude!”

“Kids sleeping mom. There was a baby sister who helped me take care of her. They are my grandchildren too, if it is about Yahya I do not dare to interfere. Mother was the one who advised him.”

Danang brought his grandson home, he also hired two special men to look for his son and daughter-in-law. Yaja and Toton embark on a quest, using the complete equipment to climb to the point of using a talisman that they strongly believe can protect against the interference of the subtle creatures.

At the entrance of the forest, stood a man in a blank hat watching the two from head to toe. Toton squeaks his nostrils, a hotshot attitude hitting his chest running through it.

“Most young people today do not have manners. You think with that little thing that can save you on this sacred mountain? Moreover, your inappropriate attitude is. Who is the resident here who wants to help you?”

“Hey old man, don't you lecture me. I am the king of the demons! Ahaha!”

“Ton can't do that! Come quickly apologize” whispered Yaja slowly.

“Ha? Had already not much drama deh yuk we go up.”

Toton walked away leaving him, Yaja's screaming voice unconcerned. Before passing by the old man, he asked his permission and apologized to him, his fear arising from his footmarks that seemed not to tread on the ground.

“Excuse me passing by ya mbah. O waiter of Sacred Mountain, do not disturb me! Hihh!”

Yaja lost track of Toton, he opened the street plan inside the map he got from his acquaintance in the opposite village. He admitted the words of his friend who said the compass could not be used and the tent also could not be upheld. He shouted to Toton, every road that passed there were no signs of broken twigs or former shoes that were incised on the mud.

“Where did Toton go?”

Hope and hope he survives. A black shadow emerged from behind the white mist. Little children ran around and the arrival of the figure of the young lady dressed in green kebaya disturbed him. He danced within the invisible music, the curves of his body as if to tease him. A little more he was blown away into a devil trap, Yaja shook his head hitting his head.

“Natural beautiful village girl, are you alone? How would you kidnap?” he said make hair.

He did not make a sound, pulling his hands closer to the water. Toton who impatiently approached the woman's position closer body even touch. He took off his bag and jacket, the movement of the kebaya woman pressing the talisman in his pocket. The man threw out the talisman then smiled closer to him.

“Toton, die you!”

The woman turned a very terrible shape, her jaw was torn and her face was full of maggots. He came out of the water but his feet were pulled inside. The old man in the capit just watched without helping.

Yaja ran as fast as he could, the fog evenly blocking the road. He stopped taking a breath looking at the direction the map was missing. Turning on a cell phone flashlight doesn't look like anything. He rubbed his eyes, palpating the path within the fog. The flashlight he turned off heard the sound of many voices of the horse's feet.

“You need to know Ja, the news circulating if there is a demon horse never follow or turn on the lighting. Grateful you're still safe even if you hide in the ant hole. They can feel the presence of man” said Pak Berto.

“If you know gini will be paid whatever I do not accept it. Surely his son and daughter-in-law are dead, find me dead!” batin Yaja closed his nose.

The appearance of the kebaya woman in the horse carriage is exactly the same as that disturbing. One of the kebaya women who wore a woman-like outfit whose hair was longer turned her head as if knowing her whereabouts.

“Duh died me!” muttered Yaja who resignedly thought he would be hunted by demons.

Withstanding the tightness of urination, he waited for the sound of the horse's footprints and the entourage to leave. All the messages Berto said were not completely stuck in his mind. What is clear is that he will no longer stand the tightness.

“Excuse me Mbah! The waiter of this big tree, I said to ask permission to urinate.”

Finished that he immediately ran for another path, his memory memorizing the map if he found out post two was a safe place to rest. His legs felt something holding back, the steps grew heavier going inside. An invisible kuntilanak figure bothered him. Heavy rain with strong winds. In a dark room turned on the big flashlight he was carrying.

There was a former mat that could still be worn, he cleaned the dust on it while staring up at the ceiling.