Chapter 1
The night was getting darker and it was raining heavily. A metallic black car speeding down a black road. Inside is a pair of lovers who are fighting. They were blaming each other. The car swayed because of their fight. Suddenly the lover pushed the girl with long hair out of the car. Braak. The girl fell on the street and fell over. The boy who was now getting emotional in the car stopped the car and then backed away fast. The car hit the girl who fell on the road and bounced off. Then the car stepped on the gas leaving the girl.
The girl was dying right at the entrance of the Casablanca tunnel. Blood flooded the streets. A fishy smell wafted out. The night was getting late and cold. The rain slowly stopped. A car that happened to pass by saw the girl lying on the road. The man immediately took him to the hospital.
Upon arrival at the hospital, he was placed in the operating room. Several doctors who handled the incident also dissected her chest, although the girl stuck out her hand as a sign that she wanted to live. However, the doctor kept splitting his chest until he convulsed several times. The girl died with a very painful groan.
That night was one suro night. The night is believed to be the night of the wandering spirits. While the girl who died that night was still a virgin. It is said that a girl who died that night had supernatural powers that made the shamans knowledge.
The girl was buried that very night. The sound of owls and crows squawking is very scary. The sound of a dog's howl made the hairs go down your spine. The girl's spirit demands revenge!
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Cigarette smoke thickened, creating a thin mist in the small room. Harjo's face looked tense and red. He looked at the old man in front of him. A dark brown-skinned man with a white beard with a kretek cigarette to his lips. Every now and then the man puffed the smoke from his cigarette while staring intently at Harjo's face. He didn't say much, but he had a thousand question marks on his face. Harjo who was being watched like that started to get restless.
"How, sir? Is there a way out?” asked Harjo doubtfully.
The man was still silent while puffing his cigarette smoke, then crushed it on an aluminum ashtray. He nodded to himself as if talking to a supernatural being in front of him. The man saw an earthen jar filled with water and some setaman flowers. The smell of flowers and frankincense filled the room.
"Are you serious about your wish?" asked the man while looking at Harjo's face that looked tense.
"Yes, sir..." he answered firmly.
"Fine, I'll do what you ask. Now you go home. Everything will go smoothly."
Harjo looked confused, but he also left the room after giving some money to the old man with the white beard. He had considered everything. Whatever the risk, he is ready.
Night again offered darkness on the paths leading to the main road from the old man's house. Rubber plantations thrived and made things even darker. No explanation at all.
"How is it, Doctor?" asked Suparjo, a driver who introduced Harjo to the old man.
"Everything will go smoothly," said the old man.
Suparjo nodded.
"Then where are we headed, sir?"
"Let's go back to the hospital."
"Okay sir."
Suparjo opened the door for Harjo.
The deer car drove on the dirt and muddy road. On the way, Harjo was silent and pensive. Can the old man be trusted or is he just using his money?
"Don't worry, Doctor. The man is a holy man. Just have faith in him, everything will go smoothly.”
"I'm worried, Jo. I don't feel good."
"That's normal, Doctor. Later, you will feel the results.”
Harjo was silent again all the way home. Rubber plantations look very dark and eerie. It was as if a pair of eyes were watching them from afar. Scary red eyes.
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