Ghaib Clinic: 3 Javanese Swordsman
Chap6. The Night of One Suro

".... Sometimes, it is the hypocrisy and greed of man himself that creates a gap for the devil to participate in the order of human life. Creating space for 'them' continues to eat away at the conscience of every weak and disbelieving human being. Tempting every human being with a mask full of deceit, herding human conscience to continue to accumulate sin. Just for the sake of treasure, throne and women."

***

The sound of the engine flared up, erasing the silence of the night in Tris' workplace building. Trisnya indriyani, the beautiful girl Pakugeni heirloom and lover of Guntur mahendra. Trisnya works as a security guard at the garment factory where Melli, his best friend works.

"Mak Trisnya, how is it different huh? Is it because it's a suro night? The wind was chills, making goosebumps," said one of Trisnya colleagues, Mr. Likin.

"Uhm, the feeling of Mr. Likin only times sir!" reply Trissya.

After 2 months of working in the factory, many people who already know about the advantages of Trisnya are able to see and interact with creatures across dimensions. Especially friends of security guards, because during work Trisnya is often asked for help by superiors to take care of things related to supernatural.

"Eh, I swear! Usually not as horror as this," said Mr. Likin reassured Trisnya.

Trisnya indeed slightly felt a dangerous aura around the building. Especially in an empty building that has been abandoned for decades, at the end of the factory.

A shadow was seen near the empty building. Trisnya more agitated when the dark aura as if continues to surround the building he guards.

Trisnya walked quickly towards the empty building, leaving Pak Likin with a cup of hot black coffee in front of him.

"Where is mbak?" ask mr. Likin.

"That's it sir, I checked into the very end of the building. Kaya someone passed by earlier," explained Trisnya.

The closer to the building, the more Trisnya feel the gripping air.

"Where's mbak?" ask her coworker Bagas.

"There was a rich man passing by!" tris replied as she pointed her flashlight beside the empty building.

"Then anyway? Humans aren't?" ask Bagas while following Trisnya's steps.

"I don't know, but the aura is so dark!" trissnya.

Bagas slightly shuddered, but he still followed his Tris to the front of the building that was still locked tightly. They both checked to the side and back of the building, they did not find any oddity. However, Trisnya saw a puff of smoke from inside the building through the window that turned out to be unlocked.

"Gas in, there's asep!" trisnya.

"Wooh! You used to be but yes, fear me!" bagas.

"Yes, where's the key?" pinta Trissnya.

Bagaspun gave a key that he had brought to Trisnya. Trisnya immediately opened the door of the building without fear.

Krieett....

The sound of the creaking of the iron door that had not been open for a long time was so disturbing to the ears.

"Look Gas, go in!" bring Trisnya.

"But mbak! Dark," reject Bagas.

"Have come!" His trice pulled Bagas in by force.

It was seen a pile of broken machines filling the building. It was dark, stuffy and gripping that was what the two of them felt.

Smelled of rancid and rotten smell that pierced the nose. Trisnya struggled to withstand the nausea and dizziness in his head. Bagas felt the same way, wanting to turn around and run away from the building. However, he could not bear to leave his Tris alone.

Trisnya continued to move around the building. Bagas tried to press the light switch near the door, but it turned out that all the lights in the building had been damaged. They circled the building with only the flashlights they were carrying.

Ddddrrrr....

The sound of the engine arriving - suddenly lit up, managed to surprise Bagas and Trisnya.

"Him! Mesine urip!" said Bagas frightened.

"Yes, know me!" trisnya.

Khii.., khii.., khii...,

A distinctive voice sounded in the ears of the two of them. A white shadow was seen hanging above the pile of machines. The kuntilanak-like creature pointed towards the corner of the building.

"Oh my God, mbak kun! Why nongol," said Bagas while covering his face with both hands.

Trisnya walk in the direction designated by the creature.

"Astagfirrullahal'adzim, who's the agent?" ask Bagas.

"That's frat! Where do I know Bagas," said Trisnya.

Trisnya and Bagas approached a tray containing various flowers and the carcass of a cemani chicken complete with incense and incense. Trisnya felt an extremely dangerous aura getting closer and closer.

"Aaaaaaaaakkkhhhhh.., please! Help me!" there was a boisterous cry of fear from inside the building where the employees worked.

"Gas, come back! They are in danger" Trisnya said as he brought Thunder back.

Brugh....

Just now Trisnya and Bagas were about to step foot towards the door. Suddenly a shabby pocong with a face so disgusting fell in front of them.

"Goddessa.., pocong!" shout Bagas.

"Back off the gas, you're running away from here!" trisnya.

Bagas immediately ran out of the building. Right after he exited, the door suddenly closed and locked itself.

"So, you guys want to play around with me?" trisnya.

A kuntilanak figure who had been perched on top of a pile of broken machines, began to approach the Trisnya.

"The more blood is inundated, the more people will fall, khii.., khi.., khi.., khi..," Kuntilanak whispered, followed by a shrill laugh.

The more uncontrollable the more astral beings filled the building. His trice then pulled Darmogeni keris from his tribe. He had prepared with the keris in his hand.

Slowly the scattered pocongs woke up. They stood looking at Tris with a horrible look.

Bugggh....

Trisnya kicked one by one pocong that surrounded him. His hand shrewdly swung his dagger to slash at every creature that tried to attack him.

Hysterical screams from the building where factory employees work are increasingly boisterous. Trisnya is getting besieged. As his energy began to drain, he decided to call Nyi Kinasih.

***

"Aaakkkhhhhh." shouted hysterically some of the women in the building as they watched some of his coworkers start acting strangely like possessed.

"Khe.., khe.., khe.." one of the possessed women laughed horribly, sounding like a granny voice that was very hoarse and making goosebumps anyone who heard it.

"Astagfirrullah.., sir! Please sir, help!" yell again who panicked when watching the strange behavior of women who are possessed.

Some of them began to creep on the walls of the building like a lizard, their eyes bleached perfectly making anyone frightened when looking at him.

There are also those who just sit cross-legged while continuing to laugh, but who continue to cry with a cry that is so soft and heart-wrenching.

The atmosphere of the building looks so chaotic. Mr. Likin and some of his security guards tried to calm the employees as much as possible.

"Sir Likin, where's the Tris?" ask Melli to worry.

"It's still empty! Looks like something is not right there, Bagas said there was sajen so there continues to be pocong nongol as well," said Pak Likin.

"What is this, sir? More and more people are in a trance" explains Melli.

"Sir, I have an acquaintance of the ruqyah artisan. His house is not far from here. Do we just call them?" ask Ismi one of Melli's friends.

"Oh yes, mas Heru! Quickly call them Mi, tell them the Tris is in danger!" melli.

"Mother Tris knows him too?" ask Ismi.

"Yes! Phone booth!" persuade Melli.

***

Jinggg....

The phone that Heru had stored in him rang, he immediately picked it up.

"Hallo Is, what's wrong?" ask Heru.

"Who's Her?" asked Thunder who had come to his senses from his long sleep a few days ago.

Thunder was unconscious for up to 3 months after the incident in Kramat village. Luckily, Heru accidentally met Trisnya a few weeks ago while hanging out with his old friend. Heru reported what happened to Thunder and brought his Tris to see the state of Thunder. Thanks to his Trisnya, Thunder could recover quickly and regain consciousness.

"Sst! My neighbor!" whisky Heru.

"Mas, hurry to my place of work! There are so many people who are possessed, Mom! sama...," Ismi's speech was interrupted when Melli grabbed her phone.

"Mas Her! Tell Gun, his trice is in danger! Cepet here!" melli.

"What's? Trisnya Ma'am? Ahh.., yes it's ok we're leaving now!" said Heru shortly before turning off the phone.

"Why Her Tris?" tanya Thunder was worried.

"We help Trisnya! The workplace again has a problem, we have to spit!" heru.

They both immediately darted into their respective rooms to prepare all the equipment they needed.

Jagad who witnessed the behavior of his two friends immediately followed and asked.

"Why?"

"Mas, we go back to the Trisnya factory first! Again there is a problem" said Guntur who was ready with his backpack.

"Uhm, you two can, right? It's a suro night, you guys should be more careful. There's still something I have to deal with at the clinic" Jagad said.

"God could be mas" answered Heru.

"Well, if there's anything I'll follow!" jagad.

"Yes, let's go first! Assalamu'alaikum, "the second half to Jagad.

"Wa'alaikumsalam!" answer Jagad.

***

A girl was lying unconscious on the patient's bed. His mother painstakingly wiped away every single droopy of sweat dripping down the girl's face. His father also incessantly chanted holy verses beside his son lying down.

"Sir, is my child still healing?" ask the girl's mother to Jagad.

"Hahahahahahah.., I told you! Your son will never escape my master!" said the girl named Sahara arrived - arrived. His voice was hoarse and heavy, and it sounded like the voice of a man.

Seriate....