The Devil's Circle of Deception
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Fredi's wound was covered with a cloth, he punched running in search of a P3K box. Since the blood did not stop flowing, he searched for the car keys to go to the nearest health center to treat his injuries. Today he is determined to find his wife and children. He drove to the shaman he had been to, a journey through the forest for two hours. When he entered the region, the sky was already dark accompanied by the sounds of night wild animals around him.

“I remember a long time ago that this was the way to the shaman's house. Why are there so many torches along the way?” mumam Fredi's.

He walked between the torches that were planted on the side of the road, the residents did not see a single nose or passed by like baisa. “Where is everyone? Though the time still shows at 20:00 WIB” murmured forward steps.

A corpse figure flew past his head, Fredi hurriedly ran to one of the houses residents knocked on the door very hard. Not a single citizen opened the door, until Fredi decided to hide the cow pen to avoid the appearance of the chasing corpse.

“Arggh!”

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“Den wake up!” the clap of a man wearing a capit looked at him.

Fredi sayup-sayup opened his eyes, he saw his whole body was still intact. He was taken by a very friendly and polite man to his house. There Fredi asked to calm down, they prepared a change of clothes and served food and drinks. Strange behavior of residents at night who only see themselves from behind the window but in the morning the reception turned so warm.

“Den, did you see the creature last night? Earlier introduce my name Joko. I live alone here” he said while sipping water.

“I Fredi, I'm here to see a shaman who lives on the side of the forest. But I found a village near this forest. I was also chased by a terrible creature” said Fredi is still in a state of confusion.

He did not know where to start, Joko frowned and whispered something nearby.

Fredi glared at his spinning head thinking of a path of certainty from his initial mission of finding the shaman he was looking for. Without further ado, Fredi said goodbye and thanked him. He offered some money to Joko. But the man refused and smiled, he opened the door of the house very wide and invited Fredi to leave.

“Den, I sincerely help, my message is never to return to this village” he said.

“Thanks a lot” replied Fredi shaking hands.

The coldness on the man's palm felt real, it was realized that Fredi's point of view saw that Joko's feet were not too retraced to the ground. He sped up the steps leaving him, in a small run down in all directions ascertaining the memory where the shaman house he was looking for.

“Ketemu”.

The old man leaned over sitting under the tree, Fredi making sure he was the shaman who had once imparted knowledge to him. Appearance turned increasingly shabby and frail.

“Sir, my respect to you. I came back to ask where my son and wife are, said Fredi kneeling.

“Man is too greedy and forgets the promise he said. Did you forget to ever pawn your blood for your sister Lisa? How do you say you want to save the others? Just go! I have given my knowledge to you, you have to undergo the cause and effect of the path you choose” said the man then disappeared.

The deceptive gaze of the unseen world, surrounding Fredi turned into an empty wasteland as far as the eye could see. Similarly, the distance of the residents' houses he left behind seemed to be flat on the ground.