Bebegigs
Chapter 7's

The orange creeps and looks up at the top of the mountain.

Is the white wolf up there?

Did the beast howl like this every night?

Why is his voice so similar to that of a human?

The orange took a deep breath and held it for a while. Then the girl went down the street. His boots clucked on top of a layer of wet mud.

He passed a few houses and continued to move forward. Until a shadow passed before him. And he was stuck not moving.

The orange holds its breath.

At first he thought someone was following him. But then the girl realized all she saw was a long shadow of a scarecrow. The shadow stretches all the way to the road. Both arms of one branch raised, one protruding to the side looked long and seemed to threaten the orange.

The orange overtook the shadow and crossed the road. But again he was in the shadow.

Scarecrow again. Similar to that one. The shadows of the two scarecrows overlapped.

Suddenly the orange seemed to be in a black-and-white world of dark heads, fluttering robes, and thin, dry arms.

Why are so many scarecrows here? And why do all the villagers make a similar scarecrow?

The long howl made the orange take his eyes off the shadows of the scarecrow.

This sound sounds closer. And it sounds like a human voice!

Orange goosebumps.

Quickly he turned around. It was time to go home, he said, reminding himself.

His heart is beating fast. That howl—sounds so close—has aroused fear in him.

The orange began to accelerate its pace while leaning against the wind. His arms swinging. But he stopped immediately when he saw a scarecrow with a wounded face in the yard in front of a house. And he screamed stifled as the scarecrow nodded its head at him.

"Ohhhh!"

He nodded. The scarecrow nodded!

Then his head rolled to the side and fell down. His head split open as soon as it hit the piece of rock that was poking out on the ground surface.

It was only a moment later that Jingga realized that the wind was causing the scarecrow's head to nod.

It was the wind that blew the batok's head away from the twig.

Why am I out here? Orange asked in the heart. It was already night, and the air was very cold.

Spooky atmosphere.

And around here there are creatures that howl loudly.

The orange stared at the headless scarecrow in the courtyard.

All that was left of his head was a stick of wood sticking out, while the coconut shell that had once been his head was poked on the ground. But the black veil remained wrapped around the place it was originally, and now the tip was waving like a flag in the cold wind.

Orange creeps again. The girl turned around and ran home.

The orange ran across the shadow of the scarecrow. His boots trampled on the shadows of their arms and heads.

In every yard there is a scarecrow. They were lined up along the street, like night watchmen.

I should have stayed home, thought Orange. His chest began to cramp as he was gripped by a feeling of panic.

I shouldn't go out at night like this. I should have stayed in my new safe house.

A scarecrow waved and looked at him with a grin as the orange ran past him.

The orange recalls the rhyme from his childhood....

If the rain roars hard, especially at dusk…

Watch out for the scarecrow, my boy!

Watch out for the scarecrow!

Scarecrow carrying terror.

The house of Orange began to appear at the end of the road. He took a deep breath and ran even faster.

That old rhyme has haunted him ever since he got here. The old rhyme follows him from childhood, following him to his strange new abode.

Why did I suddenly think of it again?

What does all this mean?

Why did the rhyme reappear in my mind, after sinking for so many years?

A terrifying howl that shrieked like an ambulance siren sounded right behind him. The orange turned immediately.

He observed the frozen streets and courtyards covered in yellow flakes of acacia flowers. There's no one. There are no wolves. There's no one.

The next howl sounded even closer.

Is anyone following me?

The orange covered the ears with both hands to ward off the terrible sounds.

So fast was the girl's step, that she seemed to fly across the yellow expanse of acacia flowers, flying all the way to her house.

The orange reached the doorway just as the silence of the night was again parted by a terrible howl. He realized that the voice was getting closer.

Someone was following me!

Orange grabbed the door handle. Rotating it. Then push.

Ow hell!

The door doesn't move.

The orange again turned the door handle. This time in the opposite direction.

He pushed the door with all his might. Tugging at.

But vain.

I'm locked outside!

For the umpteenth time there was a terrifying howl.

So close. As if from the side of the house of Orange!

The girl's whole body was trembling. His neck was strangled by a feeling of panic. He staggered back, away from the door.

And he saw that the front window of his house—the only window facing the street was not tightly closed.

The orange observes a narrow gap at the bottom. He took a deep breath and lunged towards that sliding window.

Quickly he grabbed the window frame. With one loud groan, the orange pushed the window glass as hard as it could.

Unexpectedly, the window could be opened easily.

The orange pushes it open. Then he held the window sill with both hands and pulled his body up. At that moment, a long howl was heard.

So close.

So close and so horrible.

The orange dropped into the house. His elbows and knees hit the hard wooden floor.

The orange rises while enduring the pain. The thought of the window frame, and the pull of the window glass to close. Then he got up.

Orange leaning against the wall and put the ears. While trying to catch your breath.

Did Mama wake up?

No. gabe. The house remains dark and quiet. The only sound that was heard was the sound of her breathing gasping.

Once again there was a howl, but this time from afar.

Is anyone following me?

Or is it just my imagination?

Was that terrible howl just carried by the wind from the top of the mountain?

The orange breath was still wheezing as he stepped away from the wall. Slowly he walked through the darkness, towards the small room at the back, where they piled up the boxes.

His books are still stored in one of the boxes. He believes he also included an old book of poetry that his grandmother liked to read first.

White moonlight came in through the window on the back wall. The cardboard she was looking for turned out to be at the top of the cardboard pile, and she immediately pulled it down.

His hand trembled as he attempted to remove the adhesive tape and open the cover. I have to find the rhyme, he said inwardly. I should know how the two stanzas are.

The orange opened the cardboard and began to pull out the books. At the top there is a pile of story books. Under him he found a textbook he had used at school.

Suddenly the sound of people coughing. Following the sound of footsteps.

There's someone here! Orange realized.

"Ma?" Orange calls slowly. But the voice that speaks is not the voice of his mother.

"Why are you here?" ask a raucous voice that is not known to the orange.