Murder In The Old Castle
LXXX. Sharp Threads
Ringo curled up in the corner of the room with a feeling of anxiety. His eyes were fixed on the door he was shoving against an old wooden table. He wasn't sure if the table was strong enough to hold back when someone broke down the door. In his current mind he had to try to survive the pursuit of the cloaked figure he had met in the forest earlier. His premonition said that the figure had bad intentions.
For a few minutes he held his breath while staring fixedly at the door. I hope that door does not open in the least. Chest thumping. The atmosphere was tense, making cold sweat trickle down the temple. What should he do when that figure infiltrated in? At the moment, nothing can be used as defense?
Ringo likes a challenge, but it's not something like this. He likes to play extreme adventure games on his home computer. But at the moment the situation feels precarious, because his life is at stake. He could not assume the atmosphere was the same as the games he used to play. In the game he can use hints to outwit enemies, but here he has to rack his brain as hard as possible.
Five more minutes he waited vigilantly, but the door remained motionless, as if the cloaked figure had just let himself into this mysterious hut. Since there was no movement whatsoever, he ventured to slide the table, open the door, and peek at the atmosphere outside. Around it only a row of towering trees was seen. The atmosphere was so quiet and desolate, even the birds also stopped whistling. Ringo hesitated, did he have to stay inside the cottage or go back to meet Melly who was waiting by the river?
He's still weighing. If he remained inside the hut, what if the figure suddenly infiltrated. After all, the defense inside the room would be very difficult due to the limited space of movement. It's different from outside. At the very least, he was still running in all directions using nature as a means of protection. That's what Ringo had in mind.
After thinking for a moment, he decided to immediately run away from the creepy cottage with the coffin inside it. He investigated, when out of the cottage he should immediately run as fast as possible, should not look back. During school, Ringo felt not as a regent and submissive child, because he often ran to the back of the school, running when the teacher caught him smoking. It's not hard to get away this time. That's what's on his mind.
Back he looked around. The mood remains the same. Silence, even the whirring of the wind was also inaudible. He ventured out, hoping that the figure would not appear. In a split second, he immediately ran. The one in his mind at that moment was just staying as far away from the cottage as possible. He accelerated his footwork, without looking left-right, even breaking through the thickets.
Unfortunately after a long while he ran, he screamed in pain. His body fell down. Something painful ripped my neck. He grimaced in pain while holding his bloodied neck!
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The sound of Ringo's screams echoed, flying with the wind towards the corners of the forest. His shrill voice made a herd of monkeys run up to the top of the tree. Similarly, a group of birds that are looking for food immediately fly.
The sound of the shrill slowly reached also in Melly's ear. The girl was getting more agitated, but she wasn't sure it was Ringo's voice. He felt that Ringo's departure had been too long. Slowly anxiety crept into his heart.
“Like the sound of screams. Don't-don't it sound Ringo,” murmured.
He secretly felt a bit irritated, because Ringo had been in the forest for too long. Now he doubts whether to follow Ringo into the forest, or return to the tent to meet his friends. He wanted to catch up with Ringo, but was afraid of getting lost as well. When he left Ringo, he was worried that Ringo would be restless looking for him.
“Ringooo!” pekik Melly later.
“Ringooo!”
Back he shouted, while stepping up the cliff. Just like before, no one returned his screams. He went down the cliff a bit of a hike, with a view of the waterfall beside him. Really, such a beautiful sight, if the atmosphere was not as stressful as this. All Melly has in mind is how to find Ringo.
In the not too distant future, he arrived at the top of a rocky cliff, with a view of the river on the slope slightly down. The sound of water flow was clearly heard among the rocks. He was a little breathless because the road was a bit of a hike. Back his eyes swept around, hoping to see the figure of Ringo around the place. Unfortunately, there was only a row of towering trees, accompanied by the cries of forest beasts.
From the edge of the river, he could see a small path that split the forest. He thought Ringo must have gone down that road. Melly stepped up, with a look of caution.
While the sun is rising, but it does not feel hot because the light cannot break through the lush leaves of the trees. The forest floor feels moist, filled with decaying dry leaves, as well as mushroom-like plants. A number of forest insects crept on the surface of the wet ground. Melly's feeling really uncomfortable. He wanted to go back, but he went into the forest.
A moment later he stopped, staring back around. The rustling sound of the dried leaves all around made him alert. He felt that every step was observing. He turned around, but there was no one around.
“Ringooo! Where the hell are you? Not funny to know!” pekik Melly upset.
Melly set her foot back down the path. A few steps he walked, he was struck by a thread that was deliberately set between the trees.
The thread felt sharp, as Melly touched it. The yarn is reminiscent of the kite thread that was weld as a child. The condition of the thread was broken and Melly was very surprised when she saw the blood on the end of the thread that was broken, like used up to snare something.
“Gosh! Who set a trap like this!” muttered.
Not to mention that he realized what was happening, his sight was fixed on a droplet of blood on top of the dried leaves. Melly was confused, whose blood is this? Is this Ringo's blood? The fear is getting worse. Recollecting it with the strange events before, starting from the contents of the bag scattered, then the clothes and towels that disappeared, and lastly is the thread that was deliberately installed to ensnare this!
This made him not want to think any longer. He slowly stood up, thinking that something was wrong in the forest. Soon he gathered all his energy, to leave the place. He was worried about Ringo, but he also did not want to die silly. He must immediately return to the tent and tell Sonya and Antony that they are in danger!
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