The Devil's Circle of Deception
Rume rose from the grave

“I'm sorry Ben. I had to choose Rume in order to accompany my lonely day. If you were in my position then it would do the same choice right? Hiks” cries Parsih rubbed her husband's tomb board.

Desire for things that are not the lifeline of man anymore. Rume so forced the will of selfish lust. He had been preparing to wait for Rume, some of the followers of the shaman Aes were seen digging Rume's grave in the middle of the torrent and lightning that struck the trees. The ritual material has been prepared, five men dig Rume's grave while the shaman recites a mantra in front of the tomb board.

Lightning struck along with strong winds flooded half of the open grave. Rume's body was lifted to the surface, all the ties of his pocong rope were removed. Seven black cemani chicken blood and buffalo blood on the flush to the body of Rume. The shaman returned to chanting the mantra loudly and then stuck a nail into the corpse's back.

"Arghh!! aghh! aghh!" the screams of the corpse.

...“Panyeluk spirit sing wis lunga. Come luh maneh ing pangkone canned ing jero crew Rume. Dhuh the pedunung ing nature liya, padha nuruti dhawuhku. Mlebet ing body mayit.”...

“Hiya!” the shaman's screams released all of his inner energy.

Rume's body stood upright letting out a long scream sound breaking into the night. He glared in pain, then fell unconscious in capture by the shaman. His followers were still busy reburying the ground and tidying the tomb board back to its original position.

When they finished they brought the revived Rume home to Parsih. The shaman rubbed his face then let out a long sigh Before leaving Parsih, he placed a small package wrapped in a shroud into his hand.

“Parsih, you need to know if you should not regret your choice. Oh yes, do not forget to plant this important object in the area near your child's room” said the shaman gave a message.

“Good sir, thank you so much” replied Parsih showing his happy face.

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Thinking of the unnatural, trying to avoid all the burden of suffering was even mired in scars all over his body. What does he get now? Sometimes inside his body was the demon creature of the Black ape. Sometimes Vijaya cannot control himself. Especially if the view sees another figure who is blocking or one of the favorite dishes that are always held at the ritual table. In any place and time that cannot be limited.

In a famous and magnificent hospital it has increasingly become a material for the wider community of awesomeness and appearance. Patients and medical workers are often possessed even people who pass in front of him like to see the appearance of subtle creatures. There is also a trance, so the more days the Hospital looks quiet.

The gloomy face of Sen who could not be covered when he finished taking care of the funeral process of bi Teti and Pak Rian, he drove a vehicle to a traditional shopping center. As usual, the ingredients that must be purchased by Sen every day to fulfill Wijaya's orders. Right on this day even the man he respected so much had already left him. Given all the kindness to the late Admaja on him, Sen decided to bring flowers and rose water to the village of giant trees.

Upon entering the place, he saw the bustling atmosphere of people carrying torches down the ravine shouting Transo's name. Sen paled his intention there, before he re-entered the car felt another figure standing right beside him.

“ Hihihihh” laughter sound kuntilanak then disappear.

The aroma of the complete presentation he brought seemed to invite the refined beings. Realizing many disturbances that arise then he also accelerated the speed of the car very fast. The phone call from Wijaya he ignored because he heard the sound of a wolf's voice that from earlier did not stop heard from a distance.

“Sen, why have you been so long?” ask Wijaya.

“Sorry sir, actually I was in a giant tree village to sow flowers to the late Mr. Admaja” replied Sen.

“Dad!” wijaya gumam.

“Thank you until now still remember my father. Quickly put all those things on the table” said Wijaya suppress his anger that will overflow on Sen.

He was already impatient to devour the offerings, saliva dripping at the corners of his lips. Wijaya pushed Sen and slammed the door hard. Sen has not had time to say the information he saw, his master's increasingly strange attitude raises millions of question marks on him.

“How is this? master is not like himself. It must be because of the black ape demon, I have to ask the man blangkon” murmured Sen.

Night reported the figure of a corpse that breathed back after coming out of his grave. Last night Parsih gently rubbed Rume's hair. The child simply fell silent expressionlessly replying with a blank look. Without Parsih knowing, in his memory there is only revenge on those who hurt him. The woman who refused to return the embrace of the mother who loved her so much just turned her body and spread her body and closed her eyes.

“Honey, sleep well ya” said Parsih smiled.

Parsih slowly closed the door of the room, remembering the message from the shaman then Parsih brought the object out and immediately planted it. He made sure no one was watching. After that Parsih went back into his room and slept next to Rume while hugging him. She felt her son's body was so cold, Parsih took some blankets to cover him and checked his body with a thermometer. The normal temperature was 36.5 degrees Celsius, but Parsih remained unsettled so he brought Rume a glass of warm water for him to drink.

Right past the hour hand mark at eleven o'clock at night, Parsih was already asleep in his sleep. Unlike Rume who has moved down the stairs to the backyard of the house. He's headed for his favorite swing while he's alive. Rume also still remembers her favorite song, she sings a little star song while carrying her diary wherever she goes.

Despite having come back to life, Rume could not fill the diary completely with neat writing and a variety of beautiful images. The swiping and loud sound of Rume's song roused Parsih from her sleep.

“Nak, why are you here. Come on in” invite Parsih to pull his hand.

Parsih led her back to sleep, this time the room lights were on and she tightly locked all the doors and windows to make sure Rume did not come out again. But after he went back into the room, all the lights went out so he had to feel for a flashlight or a bat in the drawer.

The moment he managed to get the bat, a strange voice whispered in his ear. The small flame that was originally lit was now extinguished like it was pierced by the figure that was bothering him earlier.

“Rume” call Parsih approaching mattress.