Kemuning Climbing
At the hands of the devil

Holding Figo in closed the door, behind in shock the mbok stood fiercely thrusting a block past him. Enil watched all the activities he made, cooking at midnight. Get out of the house to spread something and light as many candles as possible in his room.

Enil was still holding Figo despite her stomach being slightly depressed. She locks the door to her room and asks Figo to hide in the closet.

“Do not go out before mom calls you yes.”

Geck, tok, tok.

Mbok Mijan repeatedly knocked on the door and called out to him. It was as if he was going to forcefully break down from the outside. Enil held back the door, she was terrified considering the events of the past. The power of the mbok was stronger until Enil fell to the floor. He carried a knife and a rope, a pair of vicious eyes catching slamming motions until he fainted.

Waking up in the middle of holding his aching head. He saw his hands and feet tied, the smile of the mbok, the arrival of his mother and the people in black clothes, next to him was Figo who looked at him flatly without the slightest pity on his mother. Bili masu into the room carried a large basket and white cloth.

“How about mbok, we just start.”

“Mas Bli, help me mas!”

“Please where is Enil? This is our home, you forgot that Figo was also born in this happy place?”

“Stthh! Don't be noisy, later Mr. Capit angrily” said the smiling mbok bowing to face Figo.

“Enil, don't you forget that baby you don't want in exchange for Mr. Capit's tribe. Now, that baby in your belly is getting power from Mr. Figo. Isn't that so Mr Bili?”

“No mas, don't want to be tricked by that cunning woman. Our son will definitely be taken!”

The mbok pushed his stomach just as Enil was tied up in the shed first. An unbearable pain, he died on the floor without any idle. The mbok reneged on the promise, he enjoyed the meat he was waiting for. He was after Figo, but because Capit's tribe wanted him, he sought a way to get from the second son of the heir to the demon school.

Figo disappears no matter what happens to his parents. The mbok repeated the past incident. The burning of the mansion, a demonic figure lit up within the burning flames. Capit back to the forest. Sacred Mountain where he meditated and concocted knowledge.

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The search for Mr. Muhyi did not produce results, Kemuning and bu Yahya can go through obstacles in the help of the ghost figure of climber Ayu. The gloomy face of Kemuning awaits the figure of the grandmother who does not come. Late night at post three. Mindun's nek-like voice called Kemuning waking from his sleep.

“Kemuning, come. Kemuning a good boy.”

Kemuning opened the door looking at the tree in the direction of the opposite road there his grandmother stood calling him. He who could not wait to meet the grandmother immediately ran to embrace her. Longest hug even though his body is colder and smells rancid.

“Grandma don't stay Kemuning ya nek.”

The grandmother disappeared like a thick smoke in her hand. He saw another figure standing, an old woman wearing a kebaya and a bun stitch from a human skull fracture. Beautiful words uttered with lies mixed with lies.

“Yet, you can meet your grandmother again even bias together forever with her. Just so you want to be my friend. All your wishes will be fulfilled, come Kemuning grab my hand.”

“Don't kemuning! Arghh!”

Ayu's figure was blown away in the darkness.

The flickering rays of white light stopped him, the arrival of the scorching radiant aura expelled the figure earlier. Kemuning saw the form of his pale-faced grandmother smiling to see it. I've made sure it was my grandmother who loved him the most.

The figure of the devil nek Mindun disturbing climbers and offerings on the sacred mountain. Seeing Kemuning did not succeed he was seduced, the next target was Udin the villagers across the street who went in and out of the forest looking for firewood.

Today as usual Udin, Beni and Manto look for wood and mushrooms in the forest. They only dared to walk around the foot of the mountain. Beni and Manto undo the intention of taking the fungus near the rock wall which is a little far from the entrance. The heavy rain that came made the three pack up to speed up their return.

“But we already got here when the rare fungus already in front of the eyes. Pretty make extra food.”

“Tomorrow Din, white fog must cover the mountainside. Come quickly the Manto already the first way tuh” said Beni walked ahead of him.

“Heh, weak, coward so funny! Go ahead of you!”

Udin prided himself on not being afraid of anything for having the antidote talisman he received from the figure of an old shaman. Bathed in rainwater pick up mushrooms without caring for a figure who starts watching.

“Udin, you want no money? Hihih!”

“Who is that? Don't you dare interrupt ya!”

“Udin! I can grant all your wishes, come closer to the tree beside you”.

Short steps approach to the banyan tree that sticks out the hanging roots. Some of the roots were moving on their own, there was the figure of a smiling old woman extending her hand. Udin received his wet hand. The figure smiled in excitement, Udin managed to get into his trap. Udin heard the demon whisper, he half-consciously returned home carrying a basket on his back.

Walking past the siskamling post without turning to the calls of Manto and Beni, he acted strangely and no longer wanted to do routine patrol activities of the village or to the forest with his friend.

“There's a weird one from Udin after yesterday. Don't-don't he trance” said Manto.

“Yes you're right too Man, let's just tell Mr. Kades.

Notice, report or other case, Mr. Kades who's starting to think stupid. He also looks strange, not only that in their view see the figure of Mr. Kades who is no longer the same.

“You if you want to complain not this hour. I still rest, the sky is still dark.”

“Balik Man, something is wrong with the father” whispered Beni.

The weather was clear but he said it was still night. The gaze of Mr. Kades also mimp ghost sightings that they had met in the forest. They say goodbye and immediately run away. The weirdness of the village, the people and the news of the appearance on the sacred mountain are getting stirred up in the conversation. This time someone said the figure of the shopkeeper changed with an old woman who wore old kebaya clothes.

“Man, tonight I'm not patching ya. It's getting creepy this village!”

“Ya ben same I also returned home huh. Be careful on the road!”

Villages and villages across the border and urban areas are affected by black magic outbreaks that are reported in public.