Opung Tolu's
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After meeting the mbok earlier, Virsa grew suspicious of the object. Towards the baby room, it appears that baby Sadam is already in his crib box. Slowly Virsa approached, she rubbed her eyes looking at the baby not changing its monstrous form again. The dewy mirror knocked out making a loud noise in the large room.

“Do not disturb me! Let me work quietly here!” virsa.

Under the bed came a strange sound, he bowed his body looking at the figure of a small leg running on the other side. Virsa stood back up, looking in the direction where the creature had stopped. However, the figure had disappeared making him afraid to find a baby sling and immediately lifted Sadam out of the room. The sweat on his body was pouring out profusely, until the body was still shaking. The mbok again met him with a cynical look.

“Non, why was the young master brought here? Day starts at dusk, let's go in!”

“Ya” replied Virsa briefly.

He peeked out from behind the window, in front of the courtyard starting in the fluttering crow crowd. Each dewy glass formed a patch of strange hands from the outside. He walked backwards, Sadam started crying as loud as he could. Lights flashing, hand rungs creaking nail sounds clawing nonstop.

“Please! Please!” shout Virsa.

Tolu patted her on the shoulder, he carried a lit candle. Put it on the right side of the table, grabbing Sadam's baby. He only fell silent to look at Virsa, her sinister aura added to the cold snow ice chunks. Virsa runs into the kitchen, speeding up the movement as soon as possible delivering a bottle of milk pacifier to Tolu who is still in the living room. The lights are back to normal and they're headed to the baby's room. Virsa lowered his head not daring to look Tolu in the eyes, moreover he was already almost frozen shivering unable to bear the cold.

“Back to your room” says Tolu.

“Good mistress. Thank you, before I want to say that baby sister Sinta is sick. Today he had a strange experience, he said that his leg was bitten by a terrible creature plus we saw a terrible sighting” Virsa explained.

“Ya already, then he I allow you to leave until you recover. Oh yeah, then you can still work here?”

“I try non, but__” Virsa frowns.

He broke the sentence, asked for permission to leave and slowly closed the door. Before entering her room, Virsa hears the moaning of the cries of children. He looked for the source of the voice, at the end of the room was a genie figure he always met was shedding tears of blood and turned to look at it. Turning towards running into the room, Sinta was surprised to see Virsa's gurgle looked chaotic. His breath gasping, he glared pointing towards the door.

“I, not one time twenty-four hours here but already want to die of fear” he said by bending his legs without stopping wiping sweat on the face.

“I have a hunch that we will die here Sa” ringis Sinta slowly sobbing.

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The cemetery was wet with rain, After ustadz and some other residents left, Bromo was still standing in front of the burrow crying. Loli's voice seemed to ring out, now he was a dust dweller in the eternal fire of hell. Bromo the ungodly boy who killed his mother with Loli's hand. The incident of possession is clearly visible in the cause of the vicious science of ruining their lives.

Lightning blared, its glint uprooting the trees around the cemetery. Bromo has a part of the heart and the soul of the devil is thinking of a way to raise the mother. Waiting for the clock at midnight, Bromo dismantled his mother's grave with his own hands. After reaching the bottom, he hugged the mother's body. Strong winds, strange screams and the figure of a flying putung head pulled him out from inside there.

“Let go of me!” shouted Bromo grabbed the keris from behind the shirt and attacked the head putung in the darkness.

“Bromo! Bromo, quickly bury my grandson again!” said the head putung.

“Who are you?”

“What do you mean? Hey don't go!”

The rain had subsided, the torch flame of the tomb guard officers from a distance approached the door of the TPU. Bromo hastened the movement of burying the mother's body back and ran away from the place from the opposite direction. Arriving at home, Loli was already like a mad woman standing at the door welcoming her using a black cloth, disheveled hair, laughing looking at her. Intention just want to stop for a while and then run the ritual in the shaman room. But, the state of the sister is concerning. There was no other figure who possessed him back, Bromo herded the sister in and put her feet up.

Loli groaning asked for objects in his legs to be opened. Bromo locked her from outside, she ignored her sister's screams and went to her house.

Outside the house, the old man who was none other than his neighbor heard Loli's scream. He ran with a torch delivering a voice asking for help to the community guard post. Three men fell asleep there. The old man shook the body of one of them, only Ben woke up writhing lazily moving to watch his presence.

“Kek, why midnight gini, you roam like a ghost! Hahahh” asked Beni to yawn wide.

“Basic youth today do not know manners. I heard a scream from the house of the late.”

“What? Let's not let him be a curious spirit! Hiihh!” Beni drowned her face above Kiki's stomach.

“It's heavy once!” kiki.

He woke up to see the two looking panicked. Many times the old man repeated the words until Kiki shook Beni's shoulders while glaring. He remembered once, the last time burying a maye looked the shadow of a woman near his tombstone. However, Kiki still kept the sighting and did not want to tell them.

“I don't want to add to the atmosphere runyam” murmured.

“Come on we go there” take Kiki to stand wearing slippers.

“No! I don't want to interfere with that shaman family!” snapped Beni scared.

“Then what about you Mbah Parjo?” kiki asked glanced at the man with a puzzled expression.

“I'll be there too to make sure the yelling sound once again.”

Since the two left her, Beni had no other choice but to follow them from behind. Sometimes he screamed, even when a branch fell he was scared. Arriving at the house surrounded by owls, Beni crouched down to cover her face with a sarong.

“Ben! Come log in!” kiki pulled his hand.

On a cold night, the sound of singing kuntilanak sayup-sayup seemed to be the rhythm of music when the doorknob was successfully opened. However, the most obvious sound was a cry for Help with a groan.

“It seems not in lock” whispered Kiki.

“You're the first one in!” urged Beni to push his body.