Horror Story
Mount Pulosari Part 1 - #15

I'm Bobi, Mira's om. What should I say to Mira's mother if she finds out Mira is missing on the mountain?

I should not have allowed him to go up the mountain. Mira I've considered as my own child. Especially when his father died. Since then I have been determined to make him a scholar.

I have a feeling that Mira and her friends are still alive. They are still on the mountain. And, I didn't expect that the Ori I'd been believing in was even disappointing. In such a situation, I consider him to be very selfish for leaving Mira and her friends just like that.

Today I went to Ori's house. He had to accompany me up Pulosari to find Mira. Actually, my wife won't let me ride Mount Pulosari. Too dangerous he said. Plus, all access to it has been closed because of the landslide.

I have to find an alternative way so as not to be caught by the people who live around the mountain. I have all the equipment ready. Starting from dome tents, sleeping bags, carpets, food supplies, small knives, and other tools. I packed it all into a mountain bag. I also brought an air rifle just in case.

“What's up, Om?” Ori looked surprised when I suddenly came to her house.

“Company me up to Pulosari to find Mira,” my door. Ori. I might be confused as to what to say.

“My son I won't let go up that mountain again,” from inside the room appears an old man. That's Ori's father.

“Boy must be responsible. He's the one who let Mira just disappear.”

“My son is also a victim. He's not a doer. Want to see when you accuse my son, huh?!” the old man pointed at my face. He looks angry.

“Sorry, Om. I can't go up that mountain anymore. Mira will not be able to return. He is in the realm of jin,” said Ori. He sat in front of me.

“Bullshit! I don't believe your fiction. Where is the genie realm? Mira must be alive!"

“So much, Om, want to believe or not. I used to be like the one who didn't believe in the devil. Just wait for Om to get up that mountain. Om will definitely not underestimate the occult anymore,” Ori reassured me.

I forcefully pulled Ori's arm. I forced him to accompany me to Pulosari. Father's angry. He went to the kitchen and came back with a machete.

“You brought my son, I slit your throat!” Threaten him, while brandishing a machete.

I exhaled a heavy breath. I took off my grasp, then turned to look at Ori's frightened face.

“Mira is alive. And, I will prove it,” I said in Ori's ear.

“May congratulations, Om,” he replied.

I left without saying goodbye in front of them.

***

“So depart, Pah?” he wakes. Both of his eyes are still squinting.

I pecked up the five-month-old. She is pregnant with our second child.

“Papah leaves, huh? Pray that Papah will bring your appointment home,” I'll kiss my wife's stomach again, then stroke my first child who is sleeping soundly.

“How many days, Pah?” ask wife.

“At most three days.”

“Be careful, Pah. Go home if you don't see me. Later we talk okay to his mother Mira.”

“Papah believes Mira and her friends are still alive. Papah can definitely find them.”

Scroll of the clock coiled on the wrist. One o'clock in the morning. I'll grab my backpack and air gun. Also the cowboy hat I wore immediately was like actor Jeff Bridges. I set out on a Scorpio bike that was already cumodif in such a way.

Last afternoon, I had found out about the hiking trail away from the residents' settlements. So there will be no one who knows about this climb. After traveling for an hour, I finally arrived at the climbing location.

Motor padlock in the hole of the disc. I purposely placed it hidden in the bushes. From a distance came the sound of an owl humping. It makes the atmosphere gripping.

Light the flashlight onto the grass-covered path. This road has not been crossed by humans for a long time. The field I was taking was getting bigger. Peeled flashlight in rifle muzzle. I must be on standby, if suddenly there is a ferocious beast that suddenly attacks.

Shortly after, I stopped walking. There was a sound behind the bushes. The sound was followed by the pig snoring. Frantically thrust the muzzle of the rifle into the bush, then fire it. The pig ran away.

“Om...,” someone called me. I know that voice very well. Yeah, that's Mira's voice. His voice echoed in the sky.

“Mira! Mira!” I looked up while calling his name.

Out of nowhere, in front of me appeared a beautiful woman dressed as a royal queen. He smiled horribly at me. I saw his feet not treading the ground. He floated up and slowly approached me.

I fired my air rifle several times at the woman, but it didn't work. He kept coming towards me. I'm getting desperate. My legs are like a crease and cannot be moved.

“Who are you?” I asked, raucous before my voice stuck at the base of the throat.

FINISHED