Story of Mystery Story
The Bedakin 2

(Not Make the Scary)

Huntoro woke up from his sleep, his room was dark, the room lights apparently he had not turned on this afternoon. What time is it? Her thought. Ah, it must be midnight. His accustomed eyes for a moment looked around the room, all looking neat. Then Huntoro got up from his bed. He's got to be on duty. He picked up a jacket hanging behind the door, and put it on. Without making a sound, Huntoro slowly walked out of the room. In the living room his mother fell asleep in front of the television, wanted him to leave, but he was stopped.

Some days the look of his mother's face is always tangled, there is a kind of burden that seems to be felt, no matter what. Maybe it was because of him. Well, however, Huntoro is the youngest child, a child who certainly received special attention by his mother, and at the age of three, Huntoro's livelihood has not been able to be standardized, as a school guard, his income can be said mediocre.

Tonight he remembered very well Friday night, Huntoro knows, some people consider Friday night a sacred night. But for him Friday night is just like any other night, there is no fear felt, especially after the incident he experienced some time ago.

The moonlight seemed to peek behind the clouds, without a flashlight Huntoro began to wander around in the school area. His eyes had now sharply looked in the dark atmosphere. Look at his eyes carefully looking around, seeing if there is anything suspicious. As a school guard, it is his job to guard the school, avoiding the possibility of bad people who intend to patronize, maybe steal something in the school environment.

Yaw! Yaw!

Surprised Huntoro heard a sudden sound, his body spontaneously turned back to the sound. A black figure flapped its wings and flew away as if it knew of Huntoro's whereabouts. Ah, the owl. Apparently the bird was more surprised than he was, unaware that Huntoro's lips were smiling.

The trunk of the tree where the bird had been languishing for a long time, he knew what the rest of the tree was. Cambodian Tree. Big tree in the school yard. In the past Huntoro always goosebumps every time around and near the tree, and want the tree cut down only. But surprisingly, when some time ago the school decided to cut down trees for various reasons and even associate with things that smelled mystical and mystical, Huntoro's heart trembled as if unwillingly, and now that the tree had been cut down, there was some sort of loss felt.

Clouds cover the moon, the night is getting late, the atmosphere is getting colder. Not wanting to be carried away by daydreams, Huntoro resumed his duties, again he stepped foot around the school, each room examined carefully, so Huntoro, who principled responsible for his duties.

Finished checking the condition of the school and after it felt safe there was nothing suspicious in the meeting. Huntoro now stepped towards the back, the kitchen of the school. A place that is the final destination of Huntoro every time you finish touring. As usual, before returning home Huntoro wanted to sit back and drink coffee in the kitchen, perhaps while contemplating his life that had not found a point of change.

While stepping the foot of the handiwork of Huntoro again floated, astonished him, for about one week he felt unregulated by people who were in school, both teachers, clerks, clerks of business, for about a week, even the gardener, they all seemed to agree to be the same to him, ignoring him. How not does he think like that, every time he greet, or try to be friendly, these people often do not look at him, even though they look, like they do not consider his existence. Was wrong? His feelings always carry out his duties with all his heart. Or is it because of internal school problems? It must be admitted, some days the atmosphere of the school is not so good, even he himself saw, some students experience strange diseases, screaming at ghosts, screaming at ghosts, and what he heard of such a condition was because the child was possessed. I don't know, he doesn't really believe in that kind of stuff.

While he was busy making coffee, felt a chill blowing on his back, and then felt something hit his head and shoulders. Huntoro flicked his hair, fine powders sprinkled from his hair. His forehead shriveled, he touched the powder on his shoulder, the powder was white, tried to smell it, it smelled fragrant. The smell of baby powder. Huntoro turned his body, he already knew the origin of the dusty powder sprinkles, his head looked up, towards the source of the powder sprinkles.

Beside the kitchen was a water toren, look at Huntoro's eyes creeping up the toren, there was a white figure swaying in the toren's stand, a long-haired figure decomposing in the wind, and a white figure swaying in the toren's seat, his hands waved and spread something in the form of white powder. Looked at Huntoro staring stiffly at the creature's face, pale face, his black eyes fixedly at Huntoro, with a mocking smile on his lips.

Huntoro was flabbergasted for a moment, but just for a moment, another shock opened his mouth.

"Counties! You..!" snapping Huntoro, he growled, his hands clenched, his body moving towards the tower. He jumped like a float, or he was floating, hunting the figure of a woman in all white clothes.

Tofu is hunted, a giggling sound is heard from the mouth of the creature, "Sorry.I'm sorry Huntoro.." a soft voice is heard from the mouth of the creature, then lightly like being blown by the wind his body leaves the water toren, it continued to disappear in the darkness, leaving behind a faint giggling sound.

Now Huntoro is standing on the tower, his hands are still clenched, he is very upset with the actions of the creature he knows named Kunti. The direction of his gaze was fixed on the disappearance of the creature in a white dress. Don't know what to do, Huntoro then drowned. The moon again seemed behind the mega, the cold night air no longer felt, the mind of Huntoro back to the past few days.

He remembered, it was almost the same as tonight, he who had finished checking the situation around the school decided to take a break while sipping coffee. While he was busy brewing coffee, Kunti sowed it with white powder like just now, Kunti could not be entirely blamed, because it was just a fad. But that time was different from now, that was because the first encounter with Kunti, Huntoro was so frightened, let alone seeing the appearance of Kunti so scary.

With the spontaneous reflexes of Huntoro run, the latitude run of the pukang so scared. Honey, he no longer noticed which direction he was running. Instead of running home, he ran towards the garden behind the school. Running serabutan menubras-nubras. And what he did not remember, the garden behind the school was filled with bushes because it was rarely cleaned. Huntoro continued to run, until he fell, tripping over the edge of a forgotten old well, a dry well that had long been unused. No doubt his body fell into the well accompanied by a heartbreaking scream, his screams stopped when his head hit the rock at the bottom of the well. Huntoro's dead.

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