Terror Waiting Factory
Episode 41

Febry's body fell silent, when he faintly saw the figure behind the head, a large hairy creature with glowing red eyes.

His heart was pounding, but on the other hand he was so curious and wondered, what really the creature he saw was genderuwo as he had often heard.

If the creature is big and hairy. Why does he follow Febry so often. Febry stroked his arm, remembering Hesty's words. If a genderuwo-type creature can like humans and even fuck the woman he likes.

"Sir, why stay there. Right here! The water is so hot." Ryan splashed his face with water from a sizable jug, which was near the jug.

"The water in this bowl is never dry, yan. Although dry. You can't do anything rude here."

Father explained at length, while the ten-year-old boy was just a whimper.

Slowly Febry walked over to the mother, his eyes staring back and forth observing the surroundings. But the figure he had seen was now no longer seen.

"Why are we here anyway? I was scared" said Febry, half-whispering.

"We're going to eat Grandpa, Feb. The tomb is still far away, so chew on this joint." The mother pointed towards a small path, on the left right looked a row of tall bamboo plants and so lush.

"Huh? So you want to go to the tomb? Ishhh didn't say."

I signaled to continue the journey. The less cautious Febry almost slipped a few times. Because the road is uphill and quite slippery.

They went hand in hand, with the father leading in the front row, Ryan, and Febry trailing behind the mother.

The feathers again bristled, when passing through a row of bamboo plants. Although the time is still ten o'clock in the morning, but the atmosphere is quiet, and the weather is a little cloudy, making everything feel uncomfortable for Febry.

Febry sped up his steps, before long, they finally arrived at a tomb. Again Febry shuddered in horror at the cemetery in the village of the father.

The burial area was as if flanked by tall towering bamboo plants and large trees around the tomb.

The old tomb and the new tomb-eating as if in a separate, visible from the tombstone model that looks different. The old tombs are on the back and look not very well maintained. Seen from the grass that looks higher than the grave ground.

Febry watched his footsteps, fearing that he would step on the ground. Because some graves are only earth logs that some are even almost the same height as the land he stepped on.

He was getting into the burial area, however, his faint nose smelled a foul scent that was so stinging. He even almost vomited when the scent seemed to swirl around his body.

"Uhukk." Febry coughed small, as the foul scent he smelled grew increasingly dense and very close.

The mother then handed him a bottle of mineral water that he brought. But strangely, Febry felt that both his parents and his sister did not smell the foul scent that he had smelled earlier.

"Well, do you have a smell?" Febry covered his nose with the collar of his clothes that he lifted.

"You what? There's no smell of anything.

Febry was more convinced, if this time he was the only one who smelled the stench.

Their steps stopped in a tomb that had been given stone. Febry was convinced that the adjoining tomb was his grandparents' meal.

"Hueeekkk." Febry felt very nauseous, he even almost vomited but he tried to hold on with all his might.

Febry shook his head, because he was sure that Ryan did not smell a foul scent like him.

"Jalan Bentar has just caught a cold, Feb," said the mother.

"Then I put my jacket on."

Both of his parents then crouched to spy on the tomb, Ryan too. But not with Febry, he felt if the foul aroma came from the grave of his grandparents.

He stood up and took a few steps back. That stench was like the smell of a stinging carcass. Febry rubbed his nose red, hoping the foul scent he smelled was gone, but it was still there.

Surprisingly, when he stepped foot trying to get closer to the graves of grandparents, the foul scent seemed to be getting smelled even more, as if the foul smell was coming from both tombs.

Febry couldn't stand it anymore, he was getting nauseous and actually almost vomited. He then chose a little away and right, the foul aroma was getting faintly smelled.

The girl chose to sit in a hut in front of the cemetery, watching her family pray and clean the grass around her grandparents' grave.

The atmosphere was silent, only the chirping of birds and crickets could be heard. The wind seemed to blow softly, making Febry's feathers slowly bristling.

This time, he did not dare to look around, he was afraid to see something scary. But he was still wondering why only he smelled the foul scent, and it was more surprising why the foul scent was like coming from the grave of his grandparents.

"Febry..,"

Someone's voice calls his name. The voice sounded soft, but the negitubjang clearly mentioned his name. Febry turned his head around, looking around. But it did not appear to anyone but him.

The girl began to fidget, she was sure that someone had properly called her name. He watches his family again from a distance, but his heart beats violently, when the net does not find Ryan or his parents.

Could they have gone home first? Inner Febry in the heart. He stood up, and his eyes searched, but it was true. There was no one but him.

He wanted to shout calling his sister and both parents, but his voice was stuck in the esophagus.

Febry panicked, he began to feel frightened. He walked quickly, intending to leave the cemetery. Maybe his family hasn't gone far, he thought.

Febry walked down the path. Several times he tripped small and almost toppled. His heart seemed to be careless, afraid and confused.

He looked back and forth many times, but saw no one. Her cheeks were wet, she was crying in silence.

"Febry...."

Febry's steps stopped. He looked in the direction. The sound was like it came from the sandang under the main road.

He hesitated to go down, but he thought it might be his mother. He intended to continue his steps again, but the voice was heard again.

"Febryy..."

Febry was increasingly convinced, if the voice was right coming from below alone.he again worried about having to go down or continue his steps to go home.