Story of Mystery 2
Penetrating Half of the Magical Mist

Adun was conscious in his sleep, but it was strange, he was unable to move his body, he must have thought. He tried to read the holy verses to wake up, but still unable to move his body. The atmosphere of silence, the sign of the day is still night, he began to feel anxiety, because in such a helpless state, his body senses seemed to be able to feel everything that happened around him.

And that something he knew was moving in from the door, his body big, stepping slowly, standing right beside Adun's bed asleep. Fear suddenly appeared without being asked. Whatisit? Somehow, suddenly a picture appeared of the face of his neighbor, Mr. Yitno, in his shadow the man was cross-legged in a room, behind him a large, hairy creature stood still. Uhh.. Adun complained. Does Mr. Yitno have a pet of supernatural beings? And, the creature is currently visiting him?

Kukuruyuk!

Cigarette chicken disperse the stiffness long enough to shackle the body of the young man. With a breath he woke up. Blank. There's nothing in his room. Is it purely her dream?

Slightly limp he rose from his sleep, approaching the table, on which was a piece of paper inscribed with prayer sentences.

The paper he got from the father of a close friend. "Read every day as much as 100 times for one week, it will be very useful for the provision of your life later" said the middle-aged man. At that time he was so excited, really practicing what his friend's father said. But why is he like this? There was a feeling of anxiety that he felt. And what he experienced just now is not the first incident, almost a week this time he always sleeps delirious and piercing, feeling the presence of supernatural beings around him.

Long enough Adun held the paper, until finally he decided to return the paper. Yes, it's good to find back his friend's father, don't want him to always be crushed by this kind of fear.

After he took the towel, it's good he cleaned himself, besides the time is approaching dawn.

In the afternoon armed with a motor butut relics of the parents, Adun drove to the residence of his friend, approximately a half-hour trip until he reached the destination.

He looked at his friend's house as soon as he turned off the motor. The permanent house in a modern style, but the hero, a few days ago when he slept, his dream brought to this place, which he saw was not a house, but a kind of temple building where worship, is really strange.

Once enough Adun said his greetings, the door opened, which appeared his schoolmate, the Adi.

The friend developed a smile, "Woi Dun, long time no, come on in."

It must be admitted, Adi is very friendly people, not once he appears to dislike attitude even though back and forth often he hitchhiked to stay at home.

Once inside, Adi went straight back, Adun knew, his friend must be busy making drinks for him. And sure enough, soon Adi reappeared with two cups of coffee on the tray.

"Come on Dun, drink it."

Without awkward Adun sipped his coffee, and began to chat with his partner, either the matter of school lessons or something else. Until the moment it feels right Adun asked the whereabouts of his friend's father.

"Your father is in?"

"There, again in the back, why is it?"

"Not why, but there's little I want to ask your father" replied Adun.

Adi nodded, "Alright, I'll call you a second." The young man then got up and headed towards the back room.

"Have you long Dun?" ask the man. Adun respectfully rose to his feet.

"No sir, it's only been about fifteen minutes."

After sitting down the man seemed to observe Adun's face, "Why is your face? I see saving anxiety?"

Not immediately answering, Adun took out a piece of paper from his pocket, put it on the table, "Well, sir?"

Adi's father took the paper, pensive. Somewhat long the atmosphere of silence, some time later back in the face of Adun's face, "Tell me."

According to the command, Adun began to tell stories, he spoke how diligently he practiced prayer sentences on paper, but he had since felt his senses became sensitive, sensitive, can feel the supernatural things that are around him, especially when asleep. In addition, there is often unwanted fear and anxiety, as if something intangible threatens his safety.

As long as he spoke, the middle-aged man before him only nodded.

"So sir, I was confused as to what I should do, so I came here, I mean to treat the fear and anxiety I was experiencing."

Adi's father named Pak Asan again looked at the paper in his hand, another shock he looked at Adun's face.

"You're getting too carried away with your feelings Dun."

"I mean Sir?"

"I mean, that feeling of fear and anxiety, you get too carried away with that feeling, until it gets stronger and stronger, causing anxiety, if you ignore it, in fact fear and anxiety will turn into courage, and fear will become fear, dare to face something beyond reality."

"So what should I do sir?" ask Adun confused.

"Nothing."

"Nothing? Meaning Sir?"

"Yes nothing, you've returned this paper to me, some practices you already have though not completely, do not worry about the anxiety, once you go home, you know, not later will you experience nightmares and anxieties like before." explained Mr. Asan.

Adun was silent contemplating the speech of the middle-aged man before him. Indeed, ever since he returned the practice paper, no longer in the realms of strange dreams, fear and anxiety disappeared just like that, but one thing the young man thought of was, that is, that, what if he doesn't return the practice paper and stays in fear and anxiety? Will he be able to pierce through the magical fog?

So-called.