Kemuning Climbing
The climbers in the past

“We can't just leave it alone Nar! Hicks! Hannah!” yelled Kemuning bent into the hole.

She cried seeing Hana still holding her body holding on to the tree roots. He reached out, he did not want to lose his best friend. By saying bismillah, she managed to pull Hana up. Running pontang-panting, both on the tail of Nardi from behind. Arriving at the tent, Hannah cried hugging Kemuning. He was very grateful to help her out of the demon hole.

“Once more even my whole life will not forget your sacrifice Kemuning. Thank you very much, hiks.”

“All of it is by the permission and power of God, if it were not for His intervention I could do nothing.”

Inside the tent that began to be hit by the wind, the fire was extinguished, a strange sound sounded louder shrieking the ears. Farsya casually walked into the tent while smilingly wagging her hair. Thinking during his time in the forest he got closer to Erik. A husband who begins to love her with all his soul. No one realized the real Erik was following one of the forest waiters.

“Wait for mbak, the way do not hurry later you slip” said Erik offset his steps.

She smiled extending a hand, Erik was fascinated with her beauty grasping the hand following all the way to the extremely rushing waterfall. Eye gazes were unceasingly looking at the woman who was releasing her bun stitch. Beautiful hair fluttering in the wind. He drew closer to the water, an event that seemed as if he had experienced. Erik drowned in a tug into the water.

Drowning in a waterfall is like a real dream. This time when she came to the surface, the female figure of the climber changed into a kebaya wearing releasing eyeballs into her hands.

“Arggh! Argh!”

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“Far, your hands are healed?” tanya Kemuning looked at her own smile.

“Udah, if you meet Erik just heal! But look! If we were far apart it would start to hurt and itch!” his weakness scratched the wound.

“This is where I washed your blood Far, midnight dripping blood afraid to invite delicate creatures” said Kemuning.

No climber can sleep soundly in the forest even though senior level climbers who go up and down the desert. There must be disturbances and trials, moreover no one can predict the weather and climate. Hana wakes Farsya up, she asks him to pee. Nodding, rubbing eyes walked behind him. Hana looked for a place next to Farsya that was a little further away.

A few seconds passed, Farsya saw from behind a tree that Erik met Hana with a very scary face. Her body was large and hairy, she was sure the man was not her husband Erik. Hana could only tightly close her mouth avert her gaze. She was surprised to see Farsya smilingly taking her back to the tent.

“Udah ready? How do you stay here just don't call me anyway?”

“Far, who were you?”

“Sama mas Erik, fortunately he cemented me. So I'm not scared.”

Until recently, all her friends thought Farsya was hallucinating meeting her husband. Didim and Nardi remember the last time Erik only changed clothes without carrying equipment in the tent. Only Farsya could see it especially at night.

“But we have to tell him before there's anything. I feel worse Han.”

Kemuning saw whenever Farsya combed her hair at night, definitely saying she would meet with Erik. Sometimes he smiled grinningly stroking his hair without bringing any illumination out of the tent.

Secretly Kemuning and Hana followed him, he walked very far until the step up to the top of the mountain.

Small paths of rocks, on the left and right side of the cliff stretches ready to prey. Kemuning can not continue the steps to follow because it does not bring preparation for climbing. Without a piece of rope, Farsya is seen walking on it. At the end there was a huge black figure waiting, right in the spotlight of the Kemuning flashlight, both of them fearfully turned around leaving him.

“Be careful Hana, watch out for falls!” kemuning reminded.

“Argg! Be yellow! Please!”

The two were mired into the ravine, fortunately the ground where they fell was not too deep.The body of pain was difficult to stand, Hana crawled past the sighting of kuntilanak flying from above her head. Holding back the sound, slowly passed through until it managed to get close to Kemuning who was in front of him.

Wounds that come out on the forehead are held down using a jacket. The limp road in the kemuning support passes through a winding ramp. The endless night, they seemed to be circling in the same place. The ghost figure of climber Ayu paved the way to help Kemuning search for the direction of the tent. If the ghostly figure does not intervene, it is likely that Kemuning and Hana will slip to the bottom of the rock abyss.

They looked like two empty posts with no one to guard. The nest of perched spiders filled the doorknob. The same post place just before the disaster came in the next post, Kemuning read a small inscription on the board. Five years ago, the building was officially opened.

“What we were again in the past?” he pushed the door.

Skeletal body leaning visible when Kemuning flashlight in it. The long-rotting corpse spread an unpleasant aroma. Kemuning immediately closed the door helping Hana speed up the pace of leaving the place.

Up ahead, images of past climbers entering the post gave their self-data to a man in a thick mustache. After writing the full name and date of birth as a formality of climbing data, the accomplices of the Capit pack seek prey to uproot any climber who climbs up the mountain.

“Whose skull is that?” muttered Kemuning thought about the twists and turns of the mystery.

Five climbers, one of them is Ayu who became a victim of Capit as a result of his science and training. The second post as a real witness to the cruelty of Capit takes an innocent soul. He used the bodies of the victims, the organs of choice presented as the food of the genie he worshiped.

“My legs hurt so much, Kemuning why do you peg so?” ask Hana.

“I see Mr. Capit , he is not an ordinary man. We have been deceived by him all this time.”

“You don't make it up. I'm sure Mr. Capit is good.”