A loud voice comes out of the sweet mouth in the midst of the old wilderness of “The damned, go away!!” in anguish I cast him out from before me.
“Okay, shithead. All this time we’ve been doing just to get this, what a glorious betrayal “he answered with a few drops at his pink temples.
“It’s ok If that’s what you think, just shut me out if you can. We’ll see who’s right!!” I’m very angry at this.
This story took place about two weeks after we graduated from high school, in 1990. To celebrate it we planned to camp in a hill near our rural area. Our village was quite far from urban, so it was still a natural atmosphere. We were all set to leave for that hill, about 3:00 p.m., me, The Dea,Ririn, Tata, and Keyla to the basecamp for registration for hikers. The hill is not very high but the view at the top is magnificent. Both at night and during the day. It is fitting to reflect our tired minds of busy high school years.
Our departure is colored, not by the sound of birds, but by the drenching sound of rain, down the trail we walk. The weather is unpredictable. But we continue on down the road to the first stop. I was always watching them. Because it gets steeper as it rains. I slowed down and helped them. But unexpectedly there was a little old shack with a low roof, like a rest post. Without a doubt I rushed into her. While lighting a fire with rotten, wet wood. Actually, there is something so troubling about this heart, on the first postal map is still a long way away but why this post is here.
Because of the different air, I decided to take the four of them out immediately, but since it was still a little drizzling outside the dea said to wait a little longer. Unexpectedly Ririn slid down into the ground that led to her tumble down. She thought the dried leaves behind him to sit down, but there was a hole underneath. Keyla assisted ririn lift up. The dea looked at the hole, and there was an old bottle of paper in it, so without a second thought the dea took it.
In the bottle is a record of how to escape the forest by going into the middle of the forest or the center of the forest. Then the second letter contained how to get to the top by going faster. I’m getting suspicious and weird about the letter and I keep the bottle in my bag.
“We’d better go down from this hill, like the first letter says.” I tried to get them down together. “No, the letter clearly contained instructions to get up there faster!!” The dea is reaffirming its desire to climb to the top.
“All right, but watch out for that letter. It may be a trap that prevents us from reaching safely!” I strongly warned.
“No, come on, this is just a letter that gives us a better way, should we throw our vacation away?” the dea would still insist on going.
“Come on, let’s just leave too late and put us in danger again. “Ririn answered.
“Ok ok let’s go” I gave in to them.
We trudge through the forest with cold company and drizzling drifts through our skin. I led them through a map the dea can find. I feel like we went deeper into the woods and deeper into them. Then I noticed that the tired four of them, we decided to pitch a tent in the middle of the forest. I went to look for firewood while the four of them put up their tents. Suddenly there was a great deal of excitement as no one passed by or passed along the trail. Animal sounds are very rarely heard like this road is impassable for living beings.
All of a sudden the dea was screaming loudly at the sight of his two friends mysteriously disappearing. The dea is screaming so loud, I come in and I don’t know where to look in the dark. I finally calmed down the dea and told them that they would meet. I checked the supplies and prepared to return to the countryside by mail in that bottle. However, there is something that surprises me. In that bottle on the outside of her through the fire I saw the writing. The dea suddenly pulled me out of the woods in a panic. We then sweep deeper into the forest, until daylight we arrive right up to a large clearing.
“We’re finally finding our way home.” the dea said, holding my hand.
The sun shone down on the ground in the field and saw there was a worn-out bottle of a different color. His color is as clear as glass but his letter is blood red.
“Let’s pick it up,” the dea said,
“Be careful it’s a trap!” I warned the dea. The dea picked it up, bad crows flying around us and forced us to leave immediately. The once clear sky became dark.
“Quickly read what it says!!!” I asked.
“We have to recover our friend, but.. But mainly We should kill them all “dea goosebumps and drown his eyes.
“Well, come on, let’s get to it by tonight on this piece of paper!” I said loudly.
We split up searching for it to places we’d never even imagined. The dea went back in time and met his friends. And, in accordance with the content of the letter, frantically killed his friend, who he thought was a hallucination. I kept heading into the woods and found a mysterious totem. And then I passed out after I grabbed her. When I woke up I was on an endless, straight highway. Behind me I see the dea carrying a big, bloody wood.
A loud voice comes out of the sweet mouth in the midst of the old wilderness of “The damned, go away!!” in anguish I cast him out from before me.
“Okay, shithead. All this time we’ve been doing just to get this, what a glorious betrayal “he answered with a few drops at his pink temples.
“It’s ok If that’s what you think, just shut me out if you can. We’ll see who’s right!!” I’m very angry and afraid
The killing passion has consumed him. I tried to run from the dea with a large, bloody wood running in a huff. But whatever power he had caught me and beat me unconscious.
Then, after a few hours, I woke up in a quiet hospital, accompanied by a nurse who replaced the iv, and I asked. “What’s happening to me?”. She smiled sweetly and told me about the avalanche that hit five hikers and one of the only survivor was me. I was surprised to feel that it really happened. I looked back at my stuff and I was surprised that a green bottle and a small totem carried together in my bag. Then I read again what was written on the glass in a little candle that it said: a warning to the top of the cursed forest path, the first is never to go with people by the count of 3, 5, 7, and so on, second come back down if the weather is bad, third will be no survivors!!! (DEW)
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Refa Angger Wahyu
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