The Dark World
Curious Spirit

...CURIOUS SPIRIT...

...Author by: David Khanz...

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That afternoon amid the rain and thunder, the residents of Kampung Kedawung were startled by the screams of an old man running around with a frightened face. Several times he fell on the wet and slippery ground, then got back up while shouting in front of the houses.

"There's bodies! Please, there's a body!"

Some of the residents of the house came out to approach the old man.

"What's up, sir?" ask one of the residents while fixing the location of the sheath that almost sagged.

"There's a body!" the old man replied, pointing somewhere.

"Where?" ask the resident back with shock and curiosity.

"Near the river hill there!"

People turned to the place the old man pointed to. Not too far from their settlement, but it is very risky to go there in the midst of such unfriendly weather.

"Well, you go to the village head's house and report this incident to him. We along with some residents will check the place that you mentioned earlier," said one of the residents as he gave a code to the front neighbor to follow him.

Without being asked twice, the old man immediately rushed towards the village chief's house while again shouting, "There's a corpse! There's a body near the river hill!"

"Jarwo, Slamet, Narto and Bejo! Come with me now!" residents who spoke to the old man gave orders to some of his neighbors who crowded in front of the house.

"Where, Mas Joko?"

"To the river hill! Where else is it going?"

They nodded for a while then rushed to follow the footsteps of the man named Joko with bare feet.

Fortunately, at that time the rain began to fall. The sky was not heard. So they can walk down the slippery rice field without worry.

Not how long the five of them had been at their destination. Searching for a moment among the lush trees and weeds, until then one of them suddenly shouted, "The corpse is here!"

The four men ran towards the place in question.

"Yes, God!" they exclaimed together so they saw a body stretched stiff with a very sad condition.

How not, his entire body was already swelled blue. Part of his body was covered with ragged clothes. But in some parts again looks open like a forced snatched scar. Especially in the parts of the body. The body of a young woman they know as Widow Kembang Kampung Kedawung, named Suratmi.

What is even more sad is that the right wrist is broken off mixed with blood that has been frozen. Fucking not fingered. I don't know where the missing part is.

It seemed like it had been a few days that the body figure had lost its life. The proof, the smell of carrion stung instantly when the men arrived there.

"Don't touch the body! Wait until the village chief gets here!" Joko gave orders to the four neighbors while covering her nose.

Some of them even vomited after smelling the smell of the decomposing body.

After some time, the Head of Kampung Kedawung arrived at the place with residents and an old man with hair and a long beard that has turned white. Mbah Jambrong. Someone who is believed to have the science of canuragan feared inhabitants of the astral nature.

Mbah Jambrong immediately approached the corpse figure while commuting to read the sentence in a strange and incomprehensible language. Then stomped his feet against the ground loudly while shouting out loud.

"Huuaaaa .... !!!"

Most of the citizens who were in that place, took a few steps back while rubbing their chests, surprised.

"Wrap the body in a cloth and immediately bury it before nightfall!" Mbah Jambrong gave orders to the citizens.

Not long after, some residents immediately approached the corpse and hurried to carry out the order. Although you have to hold your breath because of the sting of a stench stench.

"So who saw the remains of the body of the missing body?" Mbah Jambrong circled his gaze to all the citizens who were there. There was no sound and everyone shook their heads.

"Has Suratmi been killed by someone, Mbah?" The head of Kampung Kedawung asked in a soft voice to Mbah Jambrong. Worried that the conversation was heard by the people.

"She was murdered after being raped, Ki," Mbah Jambrong replied in the same tone of voice.

"How did Mbah know?" search the village head curious.

The long-haired and white-bearded old man took a breath, "Well look at the condition of his torn clothes on his chest and vitals, right?"

"Is it possible that he was also the victim of a robbery?"

"What do you mean?" Mbah Jambrong glanced at the village head.

"His "wrist was stupefied like a sharp weapon slash. And all I know is that the widow has a piece of jewelry always worn on her missing hand, Mbah" whispered the village chief.

"Her husband Aki also often pay attention to our Village Widow, huh?" Mbah Jambrong pokes showing his rows of brownish teeth.

"I am, right, the village chief here. It's natural to always pay attention to each of my own people, Mbah!" knock the village head while grunting his breath, riled up.

Mbah Jambrong again chuckled softly.

"We've wrapped his corpse, Mbah. Where are you going to be buried?" ask one of the residents after finishing carrying out Mbah Jambrong's order earlier.

"Of course in an ordinary place, Young Man!" mbah Jambrong replied in a loud, vibrating voice, "take it now and bury it before nightfall!"

"Good, Mbah."

At once several residents immediately carried the body and brought it to the place in question.

The night began to cover the sky. The sky of Kedawung village also blackened. The gripping silence after the incident this afternoon, made the residents of the house quickly close the doors and windows. Unlike usual, this time they prefer to shut themselves in a room with family accompanied by fear.

They are worried that something unexpected will happen regarding Suratmi's unnatural death. It is possible that his spirit will sway or it could also demand the revenge of those who have lost their lives.

Sure enough, the next morning the people of Kampung Kedawung were busy talking about strange events that they met last night. Most of them told me that last night there was a heartbreaking sound of women crying outside their homes saying unceasingly, "Give me my hand!"

None of the residents dared to look or just peek out to know the origin of the sound was heard. Their guts were suddenly destroyed by changing their fear.

This continued until the following nights. Residents of Kampung Kedawung are always haunted by the roaring voices of a woman's cries accompanied by the same speech as the night before.

The fear of the people happened. On the seventh day after Suratmi's death, the next morning, residents found Mbah Jambrong lying in his house lifeless. His body was covered in blood and the clothes he was wearing were torn irregularly. Exactly like the condition at the time Suratmi's body was first found.

The fear of the people is increasing. Haunted by the spirit of Suratmi and also Mbah Jambrong who was known to be powerful but died in equally terrible circumstances.

And now the afternoon is creeping dimang. The darkness of nature began to spread. As happened to Joko's family, for example.

"You go to sleep in the room first. I'll keep watch in the front room" Joko told his wife's son.

"What are you gonna do, Mom?" joko's wife trembled withholding fear while hugging her three children.

"I just want to protect you from these fearsome terror-spreading creatures" replied Joko as she hurriedly picked up a machete tucked into the wall of her room.

"Be careful, Mommy."

"Just pray for it."

Suddenly there was a knock on the front door of the house.

GECK! GECK! GECK!

Joko unsheathed his machete towards the door while putting the horses together, "Who?!"

Silence has no answer.

"Who's out there?" Joko cried harder.

There's still no answer.

GECK! GECK! GECK!

Joko's wife's son is getting scared.

"Who is that? Answer!" Joko shouted louder.

GECK! GECK! GECK!

"Sat! Kutebas you! Anyone who's out there and bothering my family!"

Joko again pulled out her machete and rushed to open the door of the house with mounting anger.

"Geez!" Joko exclaimed in shock as soon as the door opened wide.

In the dimness of the coconut oil lamp attached to the outer wall of the house, a scary figure stood stiffly staring at meyu towards Joko. His face white paled with a state of bare hands without fingers. Even more surprising, there was another wrist piece that moved to point at Joko's face. As if ready to pierce and gouge both his eyeballs.

"Give me my hand!" said the figure shriveled while crying.

"I don't know where your hand is!" joko replied in fear, "isn't that your own hand you're looking for?"

Joko pointed at the floating hand piece approaching her while brandishing her index finger.

"That's not my hand. That's the hand of that bastard old man you called Mbah Jambrong!" answer that scary figure while continuing to cry. "I want your hand as his replacement!"

"No! No!" peekik Joko while stepping back a few steps away from the pieces of the hand that continues to approach him.

"Take the man's hand and kill him!"

"Satashaaakkk .... !!!"

Suddenly the hand piece floated with the pointed index finger ready to stab Joko's heart. In those crucial moments Joko's lightning speed restrained the movement of the index figure with her palm open. And ....

THE SET!

Inadvertently the index figure ? the one who shuffled it clashed with the thumb ? Joko. At first nothing happened, but suddenly ....

"Aaaaakkuu kkaaaallllaaaahhhh ... !!!" the horrifying figure screamed in disappointment, "tidaaaakkk ... ! I'm kalaaaaahhh ... !!!"

Then slowly the two terrifying forms disappeared, leaving heart-wrenching screams in the sky.

"I am kalaaaahhh ... !!!"

Joko rubbed her wet sweaty face. With the rest of his strength weakened, he staggered out of the house.

"Thank you, God. You have helped me defeat the damned creature!"

After that incident, people were never again haunted by the spirits who lost a bet with Joko last night.

Congratulations, Mas Joko!

...T A M A T'S...