Title: Trinil
A remote village, shrouded in mist—no name, no address. According to local folklore, a girl once lived there. Trinil was her name. She was quiet, but there was something unsettling about the depth of her eyes. Villagers kept their distance, calling her strange.
Her entire family was destroyed by an unidentified fire one day. Only Trinil remained alive. Nobody knew how the fire started or why she was the only one who wasn't hurt. That’s when the horrors began.
Villagers reported hearing cries at night and seeing a white girl running through the fields with red eyes. Those who saw her never remained the same. They would either go insane or commit suicide within days. Elders said that Trinil had joined forces with a dark force. One night, they tied her to an ancient tree deep in the forest. In the moonlight, her lifeless body hung still. But no one could say for sure if she was truly dead—her eyes remained open, locked on the moon.
From that point on, no one dared venture near that tree or the 100-meter area around it. The area became known as “Trinil’s Grasp.”
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Years later, a group of young documentarians came from the city to investigate the legend. They ignored the villagers' warnings and ventured toward the cursed tree, led by Nafis, Sara, Adib, and Zara. The first day passed without incident. They set up cameras, flew drones, and camped nearby. At night, they heard something strange—like a tree crying. Then, a whisper in the wind:
"My name is Trinil..."
Sara’s eyes widened. “I... I noticed her. She was inside the tree... laughing!”
Morning came—and only Nafis remained. Zara spontaneously burst into flames as she walked toward the tree was captured by the cameras. Adib was lifted by an invisible force and hurled into a pit. Sara screamed in a haunting, unnatural voice:
"All of us are her toys!" Nafis ran, but stumbled at the foot of the tree. There lay a wooden doll, identical to Trinil. It had wide-open eyes and a dark grin on its face. Nafis realized then that Trinil never died. She and the tree had merged. And now, she was looking for new toys.
Trinil's face briefly flashing in the final shot. Then the night. The documentary was never released. Those who entered the forest never returned; only the camera did. However, a single audio clip continues to loop:
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