The Ghost Of Death
The devil who tormented Ratih

A thin body in a yellow dress that was already covered in blood was washed down the path inside the dark forest. The naked foot full of wounds the girl continued to step through the pain that spread all over her body.

His father's face was full of sweat, tears and blood flowing from his forehead. His breath was violently wheezing, his sparkling bead of eyes just looking towards the front. He did not dare to look back.

"If you want to live, don't stop stepping on your feet!" said the man in a black raincoat who was walking behind the yellow dress girl who was already in a dying state.

The girl was just trying to keep going, she forgot all the pain that had taken hold of all the nerves in her tiny body.

Seen a grinning smile from the man, he was so happy to see the horrible scene.3 days he tortured Nawang Ratih in an empty warehouse in the forest, he was so happy, but he still had the heart to make the helpless little body of Nawang Ratih walk in the forest during the cold midnight.

This is the incident 3 years ago, the incident of a poor girl named Nawang Ratih.

The girl's pale face was still implied full of confidence, the face did not show the slightest sense of despair. He wants to go home, he wants to survive, he wants to live, he wants to see his best friend Aura Magisna again.

The assassin looked annoyed at the sight of how reckless Nawang Ratih was. The belief that his prey this time will be dying in the middle of the journey was shattered because of the throat of Ratih's dying body.

"Why do you want to live?! You're just gonna live with being a cripple after this?" ask the man who tortured Ratih.

The dry throat and pain all over his body made Ratih unwilling to answer the question of the demon man, although he wanted to answer the question of the man who had had fun by torturing his tiny body for 3 days.

I want everyone to know who you are.

I'll tell everyone about you.

You don't think I know who you are, do you?, but I know who you are. Devil psychopath.

The radiance of hope from the bead of Ratih's eyes that had been almost extinguished finally sparkled back when his gaze saw the asphalt road located not far in front of him. Instantly he sped up his already deformed footsteps due to the inhumane torture of the man.

With a grinning smile the hooded man stopped his footsteps, he was speechless with a sly smile when he saw the figure of Ratih walking over his deformed legs and was also already dying because the girl had already lost a lot of blood.

Trainily walked limped on the asphalt of the road, her eyes could still see the hooded man torturing her deep in the bushes on the edge of the forest.

Did he let me survive?

But the hooded man smiled with a sharp look.

"We will definitely meet again Nawang Ratih!" said the hooded man.

The hooded man immediately disappeared into the forest because he saw a spotlight, a car light that passed on the highway at 02:20 am today.

A feeling of relief finally broke out in Nawang Ratih's heart, he finally revealed his sweet smile on his pale father's face and was filled with stains of blood and soil.

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Aura was speechless in front of her bedroom window, she was still thinking about who had killed Nawang Ratih.

"The psychopath!" sigh Aura.

"Father is going to Mr. Immanuel's house, you don't want to come?" mbah Sodik asked Aura.

"What am I doing?" asked Aura annoyed.

The tomboyish girl still ignored her father who was busy with the preparation of the tools he would use processed the expulsion of sent beings at the residence of Lecturer Imanuel.

"Help you" said Mbah Sodik.

"Assistant shaman...Wwwww!!!" peekkik Aura's. "Relieve it!" Aura's scorn on her father.

"This kid!" sigh Mbah Sodik, he wanted to curse but a father would be afraid if his curse on his son would come true. As a result Mbah Sodik can only stay still and read some spells to calm himself.

Aura picked up her black bag and was about to rush out.

"Oyyyy where are you?" mbah Sodik Tegur.

"Fourth century, I have to make progress in class! I'm truant today!" answer Aura.

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Aura immediately threw her body onto the mattress inside Utari's room.

"For so much of you?" ask Utari on Aura.

"For so many thoughts!" sigh Aura.

"How about tonight we dugem?" utari.

"It's not my usual!" said Aura.

"Well, I'll try, there's no harm!"

Aura immediately rose to a sitting position, she looked at Utari for a moment.

"Lunatic you!" cecar Aura, her slender body back she slammed on the soft mattress on top of the bed Utari.

"Is this about Raga?" ask Utari.

"Bad you!"

"Gue has been with you for almost 3 years, but you've never had anything like this!" utari.

"Gue also does not know for sure, I am upset because of what?" sigh Aura, her view is now seized with decoration on the bed Utari.

"Obviously you're upset because Raga ndeketin elu!" sigh Utari.

"That's it!" sighing Aura again, she stood up from her sleep and went towards the refrigerator Utari she opened the refrigerator.

"All right, how come there's a tart?" ask Aura.

"My birthday boy!" the answer.

"Ohhhh, ask for yes!" aura said, she had already cut the medium-sized cake onto the dining table.

Utari only looked at the grim face of Aura after seeing the cake, but only a few seconds ago it looked sad at the level of gods.

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Mbah Sodik was greeted by several maids in the magnificent house of Lecturer Imanuel. The house with Buckingham Palace design in England, a classic European feel that adorns every corner of the magnificent house. Truly a home of famous artists, Mr. Imanuel is indeed a famous artist who decided to live in Indonesia.

The man with the perfect look like the main male character in European fairy tales, the figure of Mr. Immanuel who is like a prince without a white horse and armor. The man in casual clothes was now approaching Mbah Sodik who was still dumbstruck with the aura of good looks of the naughty and cold Mr. Immanuel.

"Chah Sodik?! Aura's father?" ask Mr. Immanuel.

"Yes!" mbah Sodik.

"Are you sure you can get rid of that thing?" ask Mr. Immanuel without further ado.

Either because he was already troubled by the black shadow did he not want to see a stranger for too long in his luxurious house.

"Of course, such work is small!" Mbah Sodik began to boast of himself. "I'll do the ritual right in the middle of this building!" mbah Sodik.

"Must be in the middle?" ask Mr. Immanuel.

"Yes!"