The Last Night in Dead Village

The locals called it "Dead Village"—a rotting cluster of abandoned houses swallowed by jungle. No one dared enter after sundown. But tonight, my reckless friends and I crossed the broken welcome sign, drawn by rumors of the "Weeping Woman" who haunted the old well.

"You sure about this?" Rian’s flashlight trembled in his grip. The air reeked of wet earth and something metallic.

"We came this far," Dika grinned, cocking his stolen pistol. "Besides, ghosts hate bullets."

Siska clutched my arm as a guttural moan echoed from the village center. Not wind. Not an animal. Something alive.

Then the screaming started.

**The Well **

The well was a gaping throat of black stone, oozing dark liquid. The sobs grew louder—a woman’s voice, begging in Javanese: "Tolong… jangan tinggalkan aku…" (Help… don’t leave me…).

"Show yourself!" I yelled.

The response was a snap of bones. Above us, a thing crouched on the well’s rim—skeletal fingers gripping mossy bricks, its hair a curtain of centipedes writhing over a face with no eyes, just a lipless mouth crammed with needle teeth.

"RUN!"

**The Hunt **

We sprinted through collapsed huts, the creature scuttling behind us like a spider. Rian tripped. His scream was cut short by a wet crunch. When I glanced back, his torso was gone, legs still twitching.

Dika fired his gun. The bullet tore through the creature’s chest—and it laughed.

"You’ll all join me in the well," it gurgled, its voice now Rian’s.

**The Trap**

Siska and I barricaded ourselves in a rotting shack. Outside, Dika’s agonized shrieks faded into muffled chewing. The walls breathed around us, pulsing with veins.

Then—silence.

A whisper tickled my ear: "Found you."

Siska’s eyes widened as the creature’s hand burst from her stomach, fingers wriggling like worms. She collapsed, guts spilling onto the dirt floor.

The last thing I saw was its jagged mouth unhinging, swallowing me whole

**Epilogue: The Well’s Gift**

I woke in the hospital. The nurses say I was found at the village entrance, clutching Siska’s severed head.

But at night, I hear it calling me back.

And worse… my teeth feel sharper.