RUN
Aruna, Kuntilanak

I cut off the conversation with Tamusong unilaterally. He must be angry, but I can't stand his chatter. The point is, I've got the information I want, and now it's time for proof.

Tamusong said Kliwon Friday night will happen about five days from now. For some reason, while waiting in a condition of a bound body, I was constantly worried and frightened.

That terrible incident, how I heard the sound of a terrifying scream, was even more terrifying than the sound of the screams of a woman giving birth and someone who was sewing her body without anesthesia. Yes, it was the voices of the schoolgirls who asked for help before her death.

Then the room is dark, mossy, slippery and damp. The smell of wet soil and rust is very inherent in memory, even just thinking about it has made me feel the aroma.

Then, the door that was inside the bunker. The door without a handle on the inside, as if to be a reminder of how the students are confined and can not get out even though the door is in front of them.

A large altar with small candles around the ground. The concentrated blood painted in such a way became a symbol on the floor, and lastly, it was a monster that used my father's body.

The sound of a cracked head when bitten and the sound of inhalation from the blood suction also made my stomach feel upside down. It was both horrible and disgusting.

And the most terrible and imprinted place in my memory is. the place that is now in use to lock me up, the art room that has been converted into an unused and alienated warehouse.

This place is a silent witness to how I was tortured and killed. Just remembering it made my body tremble. I still felt terrified, as if it had been a traumatic event all my life.

Fortunately, he died only once, if twice, then no human would want to feel it again.

In this room, there will be students who force to come and enter, and under there. whether the man of great stature has been waiting with a demon that came out of his mouth, resembling a giant tongue.

Even dead I can still feel his fear, let alone the people who are still alive, especially the students.

The night passed, and I could only spend the night contemplating and thinking about what would happen on Friday night.

Fortunately I was a ghost, so being bound and motionless for hours didn't make my bones ache, it felt normal and painless, unless I tried to move and fight back, then this winding will get stronger and more urgent.

Day after day passed, and the night was approaching. I was still not moving, was in the first place and had no intention of doing anything. I purposely saved the energy. Whether it was to break away, or to fight the demon Ludira who was trying to snatch the victim again.

We will see later, for what purpose I use that power.

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*POV Author

In a large, dark room, there are small candles placed on the floor. Inside this room, there is a large swimming pool, U-shaped, roofless swimming pool even though covered by high walls around it.

The leaves molt and fill the surface of the pool water. Meanwhile, in the middle of the U-shaped swimming pool, there is a saung with white mosquito nets that cover the surroundings.

The candles surrounded the saung, not budging even though the wind blew it noisily.

In the room, there was a man sitting there. He faced a slap filled with flowers, a jug of blood, and incense burned in a small container, making the smoke mingle on all sides. Near the slap, there was a paper and also a nail whose tip had been soaked by blood.

The man took the flowers and threw them into the fire of incense. A fragrant and strange fragrance began to smell, the mouth of this man was muttering, reciting a spell that only he knew.

He wore a black suit like a raincoat, but covered his entire head, leaving only his face. As his mouth moved faster, the spikes that were on the paper slowly moved.

He gasped, not surprised by fear, but because he was happy. "Finally, you replied to my message, sir." he said trembling, as he held a gleeful laugh.

"I, as your follower, wanted to know your true circumstances, right after the puzzling incident happened. You, you can't easily get out of this world, can you?" said again. If seen with his eyes, he only spoke alone like a crazy person, but behind it all, he did have interaction friends, but not everyone could see it.

"So, as a slave who is obedient to you. What am I going to do as you please?" tanyakanya.

Slowly but surely, the rust spikes on the paper began to lift. The nail moves in an upright position on the paper, as if it were hung by a transparent rope on it. One by one the letters began to be written, and with impatience, the man read them.

He smiled, even though the writing produced was not beautiful or the meaning written down was not poetic, but he smiled when he found the task of the devil he called master.

"Oh, so. is that what you want me to command? You're just asking me to do that?" he murmured, like a man who was gargling.

The nail moved again, and a beautiful smile returned from the face of the handsome man who was constantly laughing.

He closed one eye while glancing sharply at a large painting that was right in front of him and stuck between the left and right poles. "All right, I'll do your duty.. Sir, Barend Otte." he muttered in a deep voice.

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The headmaster was busy with the pile of papers that were before him. He is making a work plan for the school, which has not been completed by the former principal.

While busy doing this, suddenly the phone beside him rang. He took the wired phone and stuck it between his ear and shoulder, and his hands were still busy with the tube computer keyboard in front of him.

"Hello, good morning." he said. He was silent, waiting for the words the caller wanted to say.

Suddenly he immediately released his attention from the computer, and preferred to focus on the object that is now in his ear.

He put the phone down when the interlocutor closed the conversation. He took a long breath. "Apply to work to be an OB at this school?? Is it that bad economy after not being with Miss Arsya?? But, why did he have to apply for a job at this school, isn't it the same, this school also now belongs to Miss Arsya??" he murmured while staring at the computer screen in front of him.

"Ah, so so!!" He smiled as he jerked and patted the table. "This is called a method to attract the attention of the former. Hahaa, it turns out Miss Arsya's ex-husband still loves her, right?? Willing to become an OB for the sake of his ex's attention. Can, can.. It would be good if he immediately worked in this place. Hopefully they can refer back." he added, while continuing his work again.

*the*Author POV End

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I stare wistfully in one direction, it feels bored to be lying stiff like this. But luckily, I was still able to telepathize and speak in my heart. If until kiyai also limit it because it is related to occult science, I am finished. It is better for him to just wipe out my spirit, not want me to keep doing this.

Time seems to slow down. But I still kept counting down the time, until it arrived on the night of Kliwon Friday, precisely on this day. Now that Maghrib time is in, I count the number of Adhan times in one day, and this is the fourth Adhan.

Since this afternoon, I started to feel something strange inside my body. Somehow, it feels like boiling water, explosive and hot, even I want to beat anyone who passes by.

This aura was strange, it felt like a fever but it was excited. If you're an athlete, maybe it's like doping. The heart is racing quickly, shaking and it feels like it wants to move with agility. Don't just stay silent.

This feeling burned me. I gasped, with sweat beginning to flow. Si*lan, I want to move.release this strange feeling. I can't stand it, is it time to let go??

But Tamusong said, I have to wait at twelve o'clock in the evening. It was the best night.

When my body felt boiling, these tying ropes reacted. I can feel it. This thing, like deliberately suppressing the power, sucked it up until I felt in a condition that returned to normal.

But it didn't last long, my energy increased again rapidly, and I started to overheat and move some parts of my body.

And this rope re-absorbs the energy, and it goes on many times until it reaches the time of the issue. I heard the voice of his father, and this put a pressure on me that weakened my strength.

It feels weak, like a person who is fasting and fluid out. Unable to, this energy up and down seemed to make me feel nauseous.

I began to turn around, lay on my stomach and walk like a caterpillar. I crept with the help of my chin, because my hands were tied.

The heat!! Panaaa!! It's hot!!

I growled, if my mouth had not been twisted by a rope, I might have screamed.

The night, the more my body showed strange signs. The heat was already unbearable, the hot aura from inside my stomach was as if rippling and was about to break out.

This time, I did not feel that this rope was getting stronger, he did not suck too much energy. Is it possible that his suction ability has reached its limit?

But, I. I feel hot.. Really hot. It's like it's burning, it's so hot!!

In silence, I did not flinch. But not with my strength. He continued to clash, trying to escape from this binding snare, as if a wild animal trying to escape from the cage. So when it comes out, anyone will be snatched and prey by it.

These strong ropes slowly stretched. In fact I could see some of the rope started to get tangled and was about to separate from each other.

My hand that was initially clamped, can now begin to break free a little.

Youuuuuuuuu!!!

The dog's howling sounds, or I can't believe it's a dog. My powers are gathering, full and uncontrollable. My eyes felt upside down, and I was unable to control this energy.

Buuum!!

The sound of an explosion was heard, accompanied by strong winds due to its blow. These ropes were broken, and I was slammed in an indiscriminate direction.

I hit the wall, and black blood came out of my mouth. I snorted, wiping it with the shoulder of the shirt. But both of my eyes were wide-eyed when I found something strange.

My body glows with a bright, white glare. While the clothes I was wearing, now it was similar to the blood that I took out.

What the fuck?? I changed?? Being a red kuntilanak??

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...Seriate......