Perverted : Terror!
Nightmare

The thick of the night shrouded quieter. The cold crept as fast as cladding the bones. The crowd of the night that a moment ago was heard accompanying, now suddenly disappeared leaving a gripping silence. A pungent smell appeared re-smelled by the two women.

"Mom, what is it.." Said gita with a choked voice. His eyes were no longer able to catch anything in front of him.

The quiet moon shining down was gone hiding behind the cloud. A small rumble sounded turbulent behind the horizon.

"Come on gita, slowly we have to move. I. I. feel.." Mbak rida.

"Yes, me too. But what are the same conditions? Can I walk?" Sahut gita while looking at the body that has been staggering.

"In the meantime, let's sit down. Just fill in the energy for a moment. Huhhhh." Answer mbak rida.

Mbak Rida also sat down while correcting the position of her newborn daughter. Wearing, the beautiful little baby only uses a gita jacket as a blanket. The jacket that the two of them hoped could protect the little angel from the cold continued to ache the joints and bones. Meanwhile, the ears of the gita again heard faint from behind the acid tree that they made shade, the strange sound was again heard.

Ciitttkk... Cietttkk...

This time the sound was similar to the sound of a chick that had just hatched. But the gita herself believes it is an impossibility. Moreover, he knows the myth that has circulated so far, if he heard the sound of chicks at night, but around there is no sign of a chicken or chick.well, well, there are no signs of chicken, that's a sign that there are subtle creatures that are close to us.

With a face full of cold sweat. Gita tried to peek out from the gap of a sizable twig. Not very obvious. A sack that is quite long hanging above, precisely located between the large trees that are there. Strange, as the gita continued to notice suddenly the white sack continued to lengthen. Though the distance of the sack from the ground below it can be about 2 meters.

The sack continued to lengthen as if it were pliable. The smell of burnt cassava mixed with a foul smell like swirling in the nose of the gita. His eyes seemed to be fixated on the white object that this time revolved against him.

"Po... Pocongs!!!" Shouted loudly, all at once.

When the bundle turned around, the gita was surprised not the puddle. The face with the long tongue was staring at the gita with a snort. His tongue was too long to the ground. Gita who ran while holding mbak rida was now realized after almost 50 meters dragging the hand of the woman who was still holding the baby. The woman who had just given birth was nowhere to run! Stupid me! Think gita.

"Mbak sorry mbak. gita accidentally narik mbak rida. Gita reflex mbak. was there.." Said gita gasping.

Meanwhile, Mbak Rida returned to cuddle the baby without caring about the gita. In fact, he turned his back to the gita that sometimes looks still looking back.

"Sir.. Come on. I think we should get out of here! Is it okay with his feet?" Said Gita patted gently the shoulder of the woman in front of him.

Ckllbkat... Bruuukkk..

Suddenly the head in front of him fell down on its own. Leaving a body that is still swaying as if it is holding a baby. A faint crying sound was heard from the baby who turned out to be in the shape of the clothes. Seeing such conditions. He was sure it wasn't the real mbak rida.

Syyyuuutttr...

"Sssstttt.. You are why the hell? Suddenly run away mbak? Surprised will it be. Where to chase you really fast running. Huuhhh. huhh.." Mbak rida.

His hand spontaneously pulled the gita which a moment ago almost collapsed. Although the gita is still hesitant and afraid of the mbak rida in front of him, whether in front of him this is the real or fake rida aka ghost like that. Hiii. But, seeing the highlight of affection in his net, Gita sure enough if this is indeed the real rida.

After a while of rest, the gita told me a little about what she had experienced. Fear spreads so quickly. Before long, they finally fell asleep in the dark. Hugging each other in an almost extinct abyss of hope.

After almost an hour of rest, the energy of the gita had started to recover a little. The tiny baby was seen opening his eyes wide along with his cries. But strange, like mbak rida did not respond to the gelagat his son who had been awakened. Gita slowly tried to shake the shoulders mbak rida. Hope it will make the woman wake up soon. The sound of crying will certainly provoke things that they do not want to meet, right?

"Bak rida, get up." Gita's soft speech.

"Mr.." Gita said back. However, there is still no answer from mbak rida. Gita also tried to check mbak rida's forehead.

"Astaghfirullah's. Maud... Ma'am.. wake up first mbak. O Allah." Shouted gita panic.

Rida's body feels cold. His breathing sounded low irregular. Gita tried to check the eyeball mbak rida. Damnit damnit! his eyes began to not respond to the light.

When the gita was helpless, she cried for the umpteenth time. He brought the little baby, then he calmed his longing with a stifled cry. Withstand the pain that increasingly scratches the open wound. For a moment he thought if all this was a nightmare and soon, he would wake up from his sleep.

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"Damn! If I meet the boy, I'll finish him off with my own hands!" Gerrutu bi minah's.

Meanwhile, dito and ma'am Sandra who had just arrived there just stared blankly into the empty room. Just leaving behind the figure of the little girl who had already almost half dried up. Sandra approached the figure of the girl and half-kneeled beside her. Sandra stared at the tiny face that had lived the bone wrapped in skin.

"Dito! There's no more time! It's all too late! You fooler! You are indeed a useless stupid man!" Sandra with a red face.

Dito just flinching. A smile adheres to her lips. Slowly he looked at the watch attached to his wrist. He approached slowly the figure he had betrothed as a wife decades ago. Implied sweet memories at the reception that was like a dream for him. Dito an ordinary man can marry a noble descendant. All the wounds he had wrapped neatly in his heart suddenly opened like daggers..

Bruuuggggkkkh..

One small swing of the crowbar was enough to make the body of the beautiful woman fall down. A thick, flowing red liquid inundated the dito's legs.