The Skewers House
The locked room

Kriieett

The door of an old room opened. Plenty of dust and a few cobwebs in some parts. Room measuring 3 x 3 meters with the contents of various items scattered unorganized. It may be more worth a warehouse than a room.

Mbah Kadir walked while occasionally holding on to the walls of the room. He spread his eyes across the room. Some of the dirty dusty jars, also some figurines with beautiful but abandoned painting, lay just like that.

"Uhuukk uhuuk uhuukkk," Mbah Kadir coughed coughingly. The dust that stuck here began to fly and perch in his old respiratory tract.

"Where is the spare key?" Mbah Kadir muttered, asking himself.

At his current age, Mbah Kadir's memory is indeed much decreased. He often forgets, whether it is important or something trivial. Though a few years ago, Mbah Kadir always trusted many people to determine a good day. The day is either intended to hold a celebration, or other activities to avoid disaster or disaster.

But now let alone determine the good day, Mbah Kadir does not know tomorrow Monday or Tuesday. All he knows is day and night. Even the calendar hanging in the living room was written in 2015, it meant that it had not been replaced for a year.

Mbah Kadir has been living alone since his son went abroad. His nephew Prapto sometimes came to see him. Sometimes on silent nights when his old eyes are hard closed, Mbah Kadir hopes to be 'called' soon after his wife. However, it seems that desire is not realized. Although his memories often fade and disappear but his physique is still quite strong at his current age.

Graakkkk

Mbah Kadir opened a closet located in the corner of the room. Inside was a dark blue box. Mbah Kadir opened the box. Some shiny jewelry is stored in it. The jewelry belonged to his late wife. Earrings and a necklace that somehow reminded Mbah Kadir of the figure of his wife who had not preceded him. Many things he forgot about this final ending, but the memories with loved ones always had their own place in the depths of his heart.

Mbah Kadir put the jewelry box in its original place. That's not what he's looking for. He again felt the inside of the closet, under a pile of batik cloth. After a long search, he finally found it. The key to the reserve house now occupied by the Prambudi family.

Mbah Kadir put the key in his pants pocket and rushed out of the room. Mbah Kadir walked in a row of gopoh, he wanted to see immediately the house occupied by the Prambudi family. Wearing a stick from teak wood, Mbah Kadir walked in a little hasty.

When he came out of his house, Mbah Kadir passed Sumini who was holding a large bundle of grass for animal feed.

"Where are you Mbah?" asked Sumini with her shrill tone and voice.

"You look at the house" answered Mbah Kadir short.

"Where is Mbah?" Sumini asked.

"Yes the house in the T-junction. That's my home too. Are you senile?" Mbah Kadir snapped a little. Exasperated also asked by super chatty neighbors.

Sumini finally kept quiet, letting the old man walk staggeringly towards the Skeleton House.

"Wong who is senile there really is," Sumini said grumbling as her lips were manyuning, looking annoying.

"For a moment, why would it be grandpa to the haunted house? Ah, Barin Wae, her skin is wrinkled. Demit ora ndulit demon ora doyan," Sumini stepped back. He headed to his house while occasionally singing dangdut songs with his discordant voice.

Mbah Kadir finally arrived at the courtyard of the house occupied by the Prambudi family. Before entering the house, the old man hit the ground with his cane three times.

"Kulonuwun Kulogatra"

Mbah Kadir went to the front door, took the key in the pocket of his color pants. When the door was opened the air was blowing from inside the house. Fragrant, sardine, fishy and rancid smells burst out from inside the house, mixing in the air giving rise to an uncomfortable dizziness sensation.

"Uhukk uhuuk uhukk," Mbah Kadir coughed coughingly.

Mbah Kadir looked sad. Look into my eyes. The scratches and wrinkles on his forehead looked drawn down to his eyebrows. Mbah Kadir sighed, I don't know what made him so upset.

The Duk Duk Duukk

There was a sound, like footsteps upstairs. Mbah Kadir tilted his head, he sharpened his hearing.

Duukk Duukk Duukk

Sure enough, there were footsteps. Mbah Kadir immediately left the painting in the living room. He walked up the stairs to the second floor. The fishy aroma grew sharp. Mbah Kadir took a breath, then stepped his feet up to the top floor.

The sound like footsteps that had been heard in fact disappeared just like that. There's no one upstairs. Only a bunch of flies that seemed to swarm around piled up the tightly shut door of the room.

Mbah Kadir shook his hand, trying to drive away the flies that so many swarm before him. Mbah Kadir again reached for the spare key in his pocket.

Graakkk Kriieett

With a little push, the door managed to open. Room in complete darkness. The window was covered in jet-black curtains, the lights were not on. While the foul aroma mixed with the smell of frankincense directly stirred the stomach of Mbah Kadir. I wanted the parents to vomit, but they held him back. Amidst the darkness, Mbah Kadir circulated his gaze throughout the room.

"How can all this happen?" Mbah Kadir glared, he could not believe what he saw.

Mbah Kadir walked into the room, approaching objects lined up in the corner of the room. When the door came, it slammed from inside.

Jdaarrrr

The door of the room closed gave off a loud echoing sound. Now, the room is completely dark, there is no lighting at all. Mbah Kadir blinked his eyes, trying to see in the dark but free. He can't see a single bit.

Grrrrr Grrr Grrrr

There was a growling sound from the corner of the room. Mbah Kadir did not know what kind of creature was snarling so horribly. The old man was confused, looked back and forth, felt palpable, but found nothing.

And somehow Mbah Kadir can't concentrate. Even though before entering the house, he was prepared with all the spells that would be cast. However, the forgotten disease has now relapsed. He could not cast a spell, his throat was dry, his voice choked.

The next second Mbah Kadir felt tightness in his chest. Panic and fear make things worse. His footrest faltered, Mbah Kadir hit his stick on the floor several times. A last attempt he was about to make, but failed.

Glotaacial

The wooden stick just fell off somewhere. And Mbah Kadir is getting claustrophobic. His chest seemed to be squeezed by something invisible.

Bruuggggs

Finally, the old geezer who was once famous as an elder fell to the floor. He fell down, lying on his stomach in the middle of a pitch-black room.

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