The Horror Story
Tanger Mu Seduce

The sound of owls and the howls of dogs on the hill teased the desolate almost eternal tonight. For a moment their voices were quiet. Whether a dog or a wolf, but his howl increasingly shrill filled the air, clutched with a fog of darkness. That display howl sounded like a deep groan of pain that could not be defined by anything. There is no more salain that cannot be explained. Perhaps only the silence of the night knows and understands.

A woman's cry, sliced like a heart-slicing dagger, was faintly heard in the darkness of the night. When the cry began to sound, somehow the howl of the beast seemed to disappear with its echo. Perhaps he had run away and languished in fear in his field.

Just now I was here, in this place, in a patrol post post that was next to the cemetery and maybe that was the reason why I was here alone. Every night it was my turn, it would definitely be a long night and filled with a sense of uneasiness about the surroundings. His name is also ronda. Actually there are five people who today got a turn patrolling, but the four of them refused to stay here and prefer to go around strolling the village, because they are afraid of being eaten by grave ghosts, they said. Where are ghosts eating humans, there are ghosts eating sweet, right? There are-there are them.

The cry I still faintly heard ever since the howling of the cowardly beast no longer shrieked filled my ears. Is that how she fears? I don't know, but I can estimate it. How scared the beast was with the unsettled spirit that was swaying. They are afraid because their eyes can see what my eyes do not see. I saw a clock stuck to the wall of this substation. It was almost one in the morning, but why did the crying not stop. Is this night an end to his grief, until he cries as much as tonight.

I wonder whose spirit every night's cries sound vaguely heartbreaking like this, but strange as well. When all the villagers were shuddering in fear on the bed, I became even more curious. I got up and took a step, intending to find out the origin of the cry with the dim light of the flashlight and all the courage that was left, perhaps soon faded to float with the fog of night. I ventured for the thirst of this unbearable soul. I want to be part of the night, so I know all about the woman and her weeping is now more and more bitter.

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I'll tell you again what happened that night when I was possessed by a fear that almost made my soul disturbed, but I'm grateful to have found a new friend. I write this story so that anyone who reads it believes that I am not a mere braggart. That roaring cry became more and more apparent as I was on the road as visible as the one leading to the top of the hill. Many tall plants there, even almost all the land overgrown with trees such as teak, acacia and cypress. The villagers called the hill a forest of regret. Yeah, like that.

It is said that the forest is very haunted and there are waiters. I know why the hill is called the forest of regret. Named as such because it is said also, anyone who goes into the forest will never be able to return again. Yes, that's just the boasting of the villagers and actually I don't believe in such things completely, because all the stories they tell us the easy people are just urband legend. A classic fairy tale so we don't dare to go outside at night.

I saw some flashlight from the direction of the entrance to the village. I stopped my steps and I returned their flashlight.

“Man, where are you going?” shouted one of them who was none other than my friends patrolling tonight.

“Find crickets! Want to come with you?” i'm snapping. Their frightened faces could be clearly seen with the light of my flashlight that was starting to dim.

“Lukman, where are you going. Want to find a cricket in the forest of regret? If only crickets, in the rice field next to my house a lot of Man. Why go there too?” cerocos Tejo, one of them.

“I want to go up the hill to enjoy a morning that must be different.”, I replied lying.

“Do not!” jalu.

“He-em! In the forest there is a dark man. You are not afraid of women who cry every night like this?” I laughed when I heard Aji. Well, they're my friends, but I'm the only one laughing. They looked at me with strange looks, huh, stupid! It's free to put a lot of expressions on the face, I don't care.

Long time ago we debated my problem of wanting to climb to the top of the hill and the annoying fairy tales they still believed in, but they finally relented, letting me go. Actually I could not bear to see their worried faces, but now I was already curious about the cry of the woman who almost half a year covered the nights in my village.

“Be careful Man!” yell Jalu.

“If there are more crickets there than crickets in the rice field next to my house. Sms yes Man, I will follow.” said Tejo did not want to lose.

“Be careful Man, these malls are usually in the dark forest. Remember, too, that woman's crying will never stop!” said Aji follow along.

I just smiled to see them start walking into the village again, leaving me alone with the darkness of the night. Well, this flashlight also runs out again the battery. Now there is only a flashlight that is getting dimmer like my heart is shrinking. It brings fear in every second. Let me not care what they tell me and let this fear cover me so I can survive tonight. Let night kill me, as long as that heartbreaking cry is gone. I pity him, that cry really sliced this hard heart. Please stop crying forever. I beg.

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The further I stepped towards the top of the hill, the clearer was the sobs. After a long time I walked and climbed, I finally reached the top. I believe the woman was very close to me, because the cry I now hear is not only the echo, but the original voice. I paused for a moment, trying to absorb the crying that turned out to be so heartbreaking. I don't know since when my tears just flow following the groans of tears that remind me of all the pain that has been enveloping my life. My heart really hurts now, no matter what. Maybe crying.

“I understand, stop. Don't you cry anymore. I understand your feelings. I beg!” I asked while looking for the figure of this crying woman who was too heartbreaking.

“I beg you to stop crying. I really can't hear it anymore.”

L saw. Yeah, true! There is no mistake that he was the one who had been crying bitterly with the eternity of the night. Perhaps only a faithful night accompanied him when tears could not stop flowing, because tears were not enough for him. Then it's like this. Every night he spills to vent all his pain. From a distance I saw a long-haired woman wearing a pink nightgown with a floral pattern, though only faintly visible due to the dim light of my flashlight, but I am sure that she is the woman whose cries have been shrouding the nights of my village. A heartbreaking cry that reminds anyone of all the pain in life.

I slowly moved my feet closer to him. My body trembled violently, for whatever reason, but suddenly my whole body was enveloped in a biting cold. The closer I get to her the heavier my legs get and these tears. I don't know why I can't stop flowing, maybe my tears will run out tonight. The wind was blowing slowly with the cold that made me shiver even more.

I couldn't hold onto her myself about all the fear and horror as I slowly tried to grab her shoulder. I want you to know if time feels like stopping when I touch it. Chilly. It was cold his body. It feels like a chunk of ice. It was so cold, that it made my hands freeze and could not be moved in the slightest, as well as this body. I am like a living statue. I can see but I can't move a little. My voice also disappeared. There was not a word or a little sound coming out of my throat. My tongue is my tongue, I don't know what. I don't know.

“Ke... Why ka... You cry every night?” I said when my voice came back. I haven't been able to see his face that must have been very puffy because every night he was crying.

“You will never know, because our world has been different.” he replied as busily as he could with a heavy and hoarse voice.

“I want to know.”

“You who? I can't!”

“If you can't, it's okay, but at least stop crying.”

“I can't!” he turned his body towards me.

Turns out he's younger than me. She was beautiful, though I knew she was just a spirit, but I could not lie that her charm made me speechless with reluctant eyes blinking while looking at her. I could see her figure clearly, even though my flashlight was almost out. Her oval face, perfect chin for women, adorable little lips, and beautiful eyes that stared softly at me, even with tears in their eyes. If only he were alive. A dream in an impossible dream.

“Why can't?” I asked as I reached for her cold hand, though I knew it was just a spirit, but it was so real to me. I can touch it.

“Because I have lost everything.” he replied bowed with tears that continued to flow endlessly.

“You are a good young man.” he said.

“Have your cry ended, if you have no reason to do so. Just make me your excuse and stop crying for me.”. He nodded slowly.

“Thank you, because you're good. I'll tell you a little bit why I cry every night like this.”

“Please, I'll be a loyal listener.”

“Actually I am not dead, but I want to die. My life has always been filled with pain that makes me have the intention to end my life so that it is all over, so that there is no more pain that I feel. But my plan failed, even though I stabbed my stomach with a dagger. My life hung between life and death for six months, my body was in a coma in the hospital, but my spirit floated and stopped here to spill everything I felt. Ah, I'm free to tell you all this, because you'll never understand anything about me.”. I can't believe he's really alive or rather between life and death.

“You're alive?” I still can't believe it.

“Among life and death. Either I will wake up or die, but I want to die, so I never see my own body in the hospital.” he replied.

“I want you to stop crying and wake up, so I can see you smiling at me later.”

I spent the night left between dawns that began to erode the silence. I'm still in this place. On the hill of regret, sitting together with him facing the eastern horizon where the sun is soon moving slowly shows itself timidly and sometimes he will use the light of the glare so that no one sees him embarrassed as he slowly show oneself. Unfortunately the woman was now lost with the arrival of the beautiful dawn. Too bad he can't enjoy this with me.

“Hopefully I can see you again.” my prayer while closing my eyes so that the sunshine does not hurt my eyes.

The sun is getting more beautiful with its slowly rising movement. The birds seem to have woken up from their nests and are now beginning to chirp melodiously at the branches of the tree. Fresh air in the morning spoils my breathing, I enjoy the pull and exhale that is now very delicious. I close my eyes again so I can enjoy this atmosphere more every second. My anggan began to drift away with the gusts of wind seduction that delivered a bite. The face of that woman again. There was a turmoil in this heart as his shadow greeted with a smile. If only he had regained consciousness from his long sleep, I would have taken him to this place. On the edge of the hillside that has the most beautiful dawn. I wish you Dhea Princess.

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A month had passed quickly, but such was slowed down by this longing. I'm glad I haven't heard her crying one month, but where is she now. You know, if I miss you so much Dhea.

“Man, Lukman!” call someone from my porch. I who was daydreaming instantly came to my senses and headed towards the terrace.

“Oh, Aji, what's up Ji?” my many.

“Someone's looking for you. Beautiful girl from the city loh man.” replied Aji with seductive eyes and tone.

“Who?” ask me indifferently.

“That's the guy in the car. Yes, I said yes first. Success loh!” said Aji while stepping away.

“Thank you Ji. You don't want to drink coffee first?” sahutku.

“Iya, equally. Next time Man!”

“OK!”

I really can't believe that the one out of that fancy car is him. The woman I have longed for. Gracefully he approached me and I could only be silent. I could see her sweet smile mixed with the hue of a face flushed red from embarrassment. Now I can see it for real, without tears flowing from her beautiful eyes.

“You remember me?”

“I always remember you and you should know if I miss you too.”

“Really?”

“Trust!” he suddenly grabbed my body gently. It felt warm and comfortable, unlike at that night which only had cold on his body. I returned the embrace.

His body trembled a little and I faintly heard his sobs. He continued to immerse his face in my chest until our tears of novelty dripped together.

“Thank you Lukman, you've made me wake up from my nightmares. I beg you to help myself to improve the heart and self that has been like useless for anything.” he said while releasing his embrace.

“An honor for me personally. I'll say ‘iya’ if you want to enjoy a cup of coffee with me here. On the porch of my house.” answered me with a crisp laugh which was then greeted with a little laugh.

I wiped my tears and then I offered my handkerchief to her. He accepted it and smiled so sweetly. I'm so happy to see you like this, Dhea.

“Have, no problem!”

“Fortunate me!” I said that made her laugh again. We both enjoyed a hot coffee while joking around and sharing stories together.

One dark morning, I held his hand as we walked to the top of the hill of regret to enjoy the beautiful dawn. At that time I no longer saw his own eyes that radiated thousands of pain like that night, and now his eyes have sparkled staring definitely ahead. Dhea Princess. Ilove you.

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