Jailangkung Season 2 Party
39 Arena Party

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A R I N D A

Arinda woke up from a nightmare. He felt his body being pulled by many pairs of hands that made him fall in a hole full of darkness.

Plus, Micah with a pale and creepy face dragged him to fall deeper. Arinda felt it was a real dream.

Or is he not dreaming?

All of these things he really experienced. A grandmother with a nictional appearance pushed him. He throws Micah's body right at him and with dozens of pairs Arinda's hands drowns in it.

That fact he believed in the existence of his body lying on a pile of frozen bodies.

Beside him also lay Micah's body that was not intact. Its cold body and pungent aroma gave his entire body goosebumps of disgust and fear.

“GYAAA!!” arinda shouted away from Micah's body. He immediately got up from there running towards one tunnel.

At the end of the tunnel he saw a light. He hopes there is help there. Within a few steps to the bright spot, his leg was suddenly restrained.

Arinda saw and it was a hand that was holding onto her ankle.

“Rinda...!!” a voice called out to him.

Arinda looked over, looking for the source of the voice.

“Why would you leave me?” say that voice again.

Arinda looked around, who called his name?

“RINDAA...!” the voice whispered right in his ear.

Arinda turned and the figure was beside her left. That figure is of course Micah.

“GYAA!!!” Arinda sat down in shock. “Away from me... stay away!!!” yell Arinda.

Micah's body did not heed the instructions. He kept going forward depositing his scarred face and maggot caterpillars. Moreover, the pungent aroma also pierced his sense of smell.

“Aaa rinn day!!! Please aakkuuu!!!” his moans.

The pale hand held onto Arinda's skin.

Arinda thrashed so that the cold and flaccid fingers immediately separated from him. He tried to kick Micah away. But that skinny body is indeed numb. He doesn't feel anything.

“Keep Micah!!”

“Arinndaa lend your soul...!!!”

“Tidaak Micah!!! Release MIKHAA!!”

The pale face was getting closer. He wanted to suck out Arinda's aura. He felt that there was an echo that made his consciousness dim.

Arinda didn't want to end up like this. He was groping something around him. And his palm grabbed a piece of wood that he immediately used for weapons.

The thing with a sharp angle he thrust into Micah's hollow eye. The dead body felt pain. His body shifted backwards.

Arinda did not let the attack happen once. He immediately did so many times until the body fell from the top of his body.

Arinda. He saw Micah's body. The body did not move anymore, only his mouth was trying to say something.

“Aarrindaa k you are not my friend!”

“Stop Micah! Sorry for my past mistakes!” arinda said firmly.

But Arinda's eyes were attracted by the wood stuck in the face of the undead. The wood that turns out the top there is a blue-greenish teddy bear.

The doll was tied as if its shape was very similar to the puppet jailangkung that he had used in the past.

“There's a lot you've done, Rinda! You don't deserve to apologize!” said Rinda.

Arinda did not give any response. His eyes were still fixed on the doll. The eyes of the doll glittered.

“You want to know what your destiny is, Rinda?”

“Stop Micah, relax in your nature. Stop meddling with my life!” Said Arinda who then pulled out the object that stuck in Micah's body.

Not just plucking, but he stuck it back in Micah's head, then pulled it back and did it again, again, again and again.

The sticky green liquid immediately spurted when Arinda pulled the object.

He saw the doll. Then look at Micah. “You died twice because of this thing? I'm so sorry, Micah. Forgive me! After this problem is finished I will wipe your grave.”

“May you be safe, Rinda.” He shed tears. The body disappeared like dust carried by the wind.

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Arinda walked quickly. He gripped tightly the object in his left hand. As he passed through the end of the hallway, he was greeted by a light that made his eyes glare.

Arinda protected her eyes with her left hand. At the same time a trumpet with one high note sounded.

Arinda was a little surprised to be greeted by the two unexpected things; the glare of light and the sound of trumpets.

He saw the scenery in front of him. Dozens of people with strange looks were right in front of him. They wear costumes like circus outfits, complete with thick make-up.

They look familiar in Arinda's pair of eyes. These people looked at Arinda with flat eyes.

“They are the ones who are inside TV.” Thought Arinda for a moment.

Not only costumes, they also have a unique posture. Some of them are too tall to reach 180 centimeters or even more. There are also those who have a height of less than one meter.

So also with their physical too thin with sunken cheeks to show off the shape of the cheekbones behind the skin of his face and some are too fat with a face that is not as symmetrical.

Eyes too big, teeth too advanced, hair too thin or too thick, body too bent, stomach too distended.

“What are they human?” I don't know, just like Arinda I don't know either.

Not stopping there, Arinda saw the surrounding situation. It was like standing on a fashion show. The floor of the stage is straight elongated in front. At the base of the stage there are two additional sides on the left and right sides of the same length.

Under the stage Arinda looked like an empty spectator bench. The distance was quite far, so he saw the arrangement of wood that continued to move slowly left and right. But after he looked back, he himself was not sure if it was a wooden carving or human fingers. Light that is too dark there makes the backup limited.

But back to the strange humans in front of her, Arinda felt like she had seen these people. But where?

“Tra la la...!!” a music suddenly chanted. The music is not good to hear. So sad and sad too.

The strange people in front of him suddenly formed a line. They walked in rows and began to walk in sad songs.

“What is this fashion show?” thought.

But of course not. There are no fashion shows with props that have abstract characters.

There is no fashion show where every step of his foot takes out a chain of colliding sauara.

KLANTANG…

“They're feet chained?” Arinda watched their legs.

No clothing was shown other than a tattered camping shirt with legs on the chain.

As all the rows were walking in a demonstration, Arinda's tail caught an unexpected sight.

He saw Karin was there too. Karin stood with a face without expression walking following the other line.

“Karin!” Arinda went after Karin.

In a few steps he approached Karin. But the woman is not aware of Arinda's whereabouts. His gaze is still empty.

“Karin! Loe what's here? Let's get out of here!” Arinda pulled Karin's hand.

Karin still behaves like a robot who knows no one but the command to keep moving forward to the end of the stage.

“Karin!” Arinda forcibly pulled Karin's hand, the body automatically following Arinda's pull.

“KLONTANG!!”

But honey, Karin can't just be pulled. Something withheld. As Arinda looked down, Karin's footwork was also chained.

Even more unfortunate, when he looked at the end of this stage, these strange people apparently continued to walk down the stage. They did not turn back towards the backstage like Arinda's mind.

One more, under the stage is not a bench or other small-bodied human. But the hands that attract them and are ready to eat the bodies of those people.

“KARIIINNN!!! SOBER UP!!! WE HAVE TO GO!!!”

“KARIINNNN!!!!”

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