SUSKALA [Introduction Diary of the Soul Cluster ]
Chaptre 03. Keyword

A man with a book in his hand appeared, the faceless old man always appeared around the school building. The book in his grasp kept a record of the death of every ghost locked inside the school environment.

All of them, except Sangkala's death records.

Yes, he was the ghost of Dieter's teacher in the past. His fate was the opposite of all of them including Sangkala. He was trapped outside without being able to enter, just as those inside could not get out.

As with Dieter, he became a ghost after the day of the massacre of Japanese soldiers. However, the story was much more tragic.

At dusk after Dieter was unconscious, a fire broke out in the middle of the school grounds. The carcasses of students and teachers who were considered unworthy, were stacked and burned.

Those who were still alive were forced to witness the arson with the soldiers. But for the corpse of the teacher, they have prepared a special punishment.

For the sassness of his actions shot the head of the army leader, they tied the two legs of the teacher's corpse with a rope.

The rope was attached to their military car. The dead body of the teacher is face down, face up to kiss the earth.

His body was then dragged sadistically!

The torment they thought was worth giving for the guru sir's bravery. The torment after death.

And did not stop there, the corpse of the teacher was then massed in front of Dieter and other students who were still alive.

A few years later, he returned as a ghost figure in front of the school. His flat face was the most poignant reflection of his death.

However, compared to all the ghosts in this building, the teacher has one privilege. As part of his face had fused with the ground around the school, he became able to read all the secrets that were going on inside the haunted school building.

Secrets about them all. He wrote everything in the book that was always within his grasp. The main secret why they all gathered here without being able to get out.

The teacher opened the book sheet by sheet in front of Sangkala, because this is how the teacher to communicate.

The curious ghosts inside the building were dumped and locked up on purpose by a shaman. He is the fifth descendant of the SPIRIT SLAUGHTERING Ancestral Tribe which in this modern era still works as a ghost hunter.

Ki Haryo Krangkang.

It is a symbol of hope for humans, and a symbol of threat to curious spirits. With the devotion of his ancestral heritage, he was able to butcher the spirits and torment them.

People often ask him to move the ghost and the waiting genie that inhabits a place. If he is interested in the power of the genie he catches, he will keep it.

But, for the waiting spirits that he considered only as a disturbing air. He's gonna throw it in this place, this school.

Then it was locked inside with a prison spell. Make them all helpless, powerless to resist. After that he will get paid from those who use his services.

He will eat and drink from the results of his cruelty to the nation of ghosts and jinn. Even after death, they are still wasted.

The teacher said, every full night like this, Ki Haryo Krangkang will come to the school building for a ritual. A mystical ceremony to strengthen the protective chain that imprisoned them.

For so many years, not a single ghost in this building dared to go against him. Ki Haryo Krangkang is too strong to be defeated, even if it has to be gang-raped.

That is why, every time he came into the old school building to perform the ritual, all the spirits and jinn would run and hide.

This is not fair!

But the teacher has good news. Ki Haryo Krangkang can not be attacked by us, the spirits and the jinn. But he could be attacked by fellow humans with physical strength.

"I have an idea!" Thought Sangkala

Sangkala will enter someone's body. And to run this idea, it's like only he himself can.

"Fuckers!"

From a distance a man with long strides was about to pass through the school gate, with a beer bottle in his hand. The man swore loudly as he again and again lost in betting and gambling.

Sangkala. "The host candidate has arrived."

Sangkala began to carry out his actions when the man was right in front of the gate. Sangkala called out to the man while waving her hand.

Hearing herself being called sweetly and with frills the name "mas," she stopped her beer vertical. The man turned his head towards the gate, his net seeing a beautiful girl and looking sexy.

To make the man more tempted, Sangkala opened some buttons of his upper clothes. With his seductive and coquettish style while biting his fingers, he managed to get the man closer.

"Mas, help me get pr yuk."

Sangkala walked backwards and was followed by the man. He climbed up the gate to approach the girl who called him.

"Dec, wait for the mas, deck.."

"Small dong, mas,"

The man ran over to the beautiful girl, a mischievous smile was already pinned on the man's face.

"Adek can't go home, because pr biology adek still not finished working.."

"Pr biology? Steady! I am the same as biology!" Answer with enthusiasm.

When he stopped his steps, he turned to face the man. In a seductive gesture he hung his hand on the man's neck. Beautiful face and beautiful eyes can make the bottom of the man stiffen quickly.

"Mas, now yes!"

The man's body was sculpted unable to be moved, with Sangkala's smile showing his sinister form. With flexibility he possessed the body of the man until unconscious.

His body was already in Sangkala's control. It was time to start hunting.

The aroma of incense has poured out to the corner of the ring. Ki Haryo Krangkang has arrived, he is solemnly muttering in front of the gate. Unaware that there was a human figure slipping behind, Sangkala threw a large stone right in his head.

Ki Haryo Krangkang may be reliable in astral energy affairs. But such physical strength cannot be resisted by the spells cast. He was just an old piece of meat, ready to welcome his death.

Sangkala seized the weapon that was in the hands of the shaman. With the keris in Sangkala's hands, he managed to kill Ki Haryo Krangkang by stabbing his eyeballs and neck.

On the night of the full moon it became the last day of his fate. Ki Haryo Krangkang's life has been stretched. The last shaman who became the last line of ghost hunter ancestors no longer had the opportunity to lower his knowledge.

The locking spell is gone, the gate has been opened. And now it's time for SangKALA to Wander.

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...Day 2 Records...

...Dear, diary......

...I'm the one who opened this gate. Now I'm in charge of repatriating all the lost residents here. ...

...Those who must get answers to what happened to them in the past... ...

^^^-Sangkala^^^