CURSED FOREST

Bloodthirsty Undead

The atmosphere of the evening in the village of Dukuh Sati is colored with light rain.

In one corner of the village, some residents are busy preparing for the wedding party of one of their relatives.

As the traditions of the local population, a wedding celebration must begin with the cooperation of families in preparation.

Starting from dusk, dangdut music could be heard playing using perfunctory speakers to accompany those who worked together.

Some make a music stage in front of the house of the bride and groom, some women are busy preparing dishes to be served the next day.

Seruni, the beautiful-faced bride who had just entered into her marriage contract this afternoon, was smiling happily in her room. She is accompanied by a transgender woman who is paid as a bridal make-up artist as well as a wedding decoration to scrub her skin to make it cleaner while sitting in the aisle the next day.

"Prepare physically, for tomorrow ..." joked the transvestite bride and groom. He was busy passing potions into the bride's arm.

"So what?" Seruni frowned.

"Yes, you know, the bride and groom have to sit all day in the aisle, can't do anything. Just shaking hands with guests, not sleeping and resting, drinking too much, then going back and forth to the toilet again, it can also be done. make tired and sore. " said the transvestite.

"It's okay. It's only once in a lifetime ..."

"Eh, that's not much. That night, you know the worst!" the transvestite was smiling ignorantly.

"So what?" Seruni who is an innocent country girl asked curiously.

"You will see. You will become an object of lust from the opposite s*x. You will be hugged, crushed, twisted, kissed, licked, turned upside down, kept being crushed all night long ...."

"Oh ....!" Seruni blushed. "Dirty, ah!" He waved his hand sheepishly.

The transvestite laughed. "Eh, but you don't need to fight. Just leave it. He'll give up on his own after the painting scene happens!"

"Yuck, porn!" Seruni let out a small squeal, between feelings of embarrassment but secretly feeling aroused by her passion to hear jokes from her makeup.

Outside the house, the rain began to lightly fall. Some of the men working together to decorate and build a music stage looked nervous.

"This is bad! If it rains it won't finish the stage!" grumbled one of the cooperative workers, looking at the sky. He felt a lot of water dripping on his face.

"Just look for chilies and shallots. Stick them with a stick, then stick them in the ground, that's a rain repellent," suggested his friend.

The thin man immediately ran to the side of the house. There are indeed various kinds of vegetable gardens. Not far from there, there is also a burial area on the edge of the forest.

He immediately pulled up a clump of shallot plants, plucked two or three chilies, as well as grabbed a coconut leaf to make a stick.

He was about to leave when his ears heard a suspicious sound coming from the nearby cemetery area. The ground he was stepping on felt a little moving.

His controlling instincts immediately moved. He often served as a night watchman in the village, so that all kinds of sounds, smells, and movements in the darkness had become his food.

Slowly he approached the burial area where he heard the suspicious voice earlier. Sneaking in the darkness he peeked behind a large, lush tree.

He did indeed suspect that the burial site could be used as a place for local youths to commit obscenity Not once have two residents caught a young couple doing nasty things in that place. This is only natural considering the location of the tomb is a safe place for lust addicts to satisfy their cravings! Besides being dark, it is considered safe from visiting residents at night because it is labeled haunted and dangerous.

But the thin man once again had no intention of carrying out the raid.

He just wants to enjoy the perverted scene in front of him as a free spectacle. As an interlude of entertainment between his busy schedule as a vegetable farmer and night watchman in the village.

His eyes were wide open to observe the dark atmosphere of the grave. But the indehoi scene he was looking forward to was not there. There are only rows of gravestones, grasses, and sawing plants between the cemeteries.

They must have done it between the graves! He thought.

He then stepped closer to the burial area. Of course, while ducking and sneaking. Her eyes were like a cat at night searching for the source of the suspicious sound, and now her feet were between the rows of graves.

"Hah...?!!!" he stared. One of the graves beside him is seen moving. One of the gravestones fell. Then the burial ground on its surface burst out and showed a pair of hands peeled off skin and flesh moving wildly.

He stepped back in surprise.

As far as he knows the grave belongs to a resident who died two weeks ago.

The smell of rotten smells and spreads!

The pair of foul-smelling hands continued to scavenge the surface of the grave as if they wanted to raise their body to the surface.

The thin man shrank his guts! He kept retreating, his eyes wide with fear, but it was bad luck. His leg hit one of the graves behind him until he fell on his back in one of the other graves.

When he was about to rise to his feet screaming in fear, it was from the grave that was crushed by him that appeared another pair of hands. Equally, rot! Part of it is only bones.

The pair of hands quickly gripped his shoulders. Make it immobile. He could only struggle to scream in fear.

"Please! Please!"

His screams could not be heard in the area of the bridal house because of the loud sound of the speakers singing dangdut songs.

The friend who helped set up the stage with his hands on his hips was annoyed that a thin man had not appeared since earlier.

"Instead of looking for rain repellent, instead of hiding somewhere! Maybe he wants to cheat so I work alone!" he grumbled.

While grumbling unclearly he was looking here and there, having previously turned off the loudspeaker which had been playing the same song.

"Noisy!" His parishioners saw another worker glaring at him.

The one who glared became smile awry when he saw himself glaring back even more fiercely. "Has anyone seen Kamri, where did he go?"

"You went that way, Bang," answered one of the cooks, pointing to the grave area.

"Strange ... looking for chilies and onions for months!" he grumbled irritably.

He immediately stepped in the direction indicated. While he was wagging his left palm was slightly injured as a result of being hit by a hammer accidentally. That made him grumpy for a long time.

"Kamri ...? Hoy Kamri! Come on back!" His flashlight, which was small but shining brightly, was shone here and there.

In the darkness of the night, dozens of bodies were seen wrapped in shrouds. Half of the bones, some still wrapped in pocong cloth, stood silently in the cemetery area.

Because his eyes were less alert, plus the darkness of the night made him think that the figures were just a row of trees in the middle of a grave.

"Tomorrow when I see him again I'll scold him!" he muttered as he turned back to where it was.

The night was crawling. People still busy with their work preparing for the wedding feast, the foul-smelling figures slowly made their way towards the township.

The number continues to grow because more and more graves are being uncovered!

And all the existing graves have indeed been ravaged. The land was scattered here and there, while the contents seemed to be roaming around looking for prey!

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