Waiting

Not being able to speak to my hosts was a serious issue. Both phones had died, and there was nothing left to do but wait. I was not satisfied with that but I did send a location, help should in the worst case scenario cannot be more than 8-10 hours away. That would be the absolute latest in this case, so I guessed. 

While I pondered my current situation, I wondered about Steve and what may or may not have happened to me. 

I pulled out my journal and began to write. 

I was being fed chicken and rice, I had water to drink and they even had coconuts. My hosts were nice and we did manage to exchange names. This was the beginning of our communication for up to now it has been silent… Pak Putu and Bu Dewi were kind hosts. They didn’t know what to make of me and judging by their living quarters and outdoor arrangements, they looked like they were living off the grid. Off the grid means different things to different people, but they have little to no contact with the outside world. 

Worst of all, there was no motorized vehicle anywhere to be found. That meant one of two things. Something of interest was within walking distance, or they were cut off from civilization. I was hoping very much that we were within walking distance of something. 

As I did my best to recall the events of the past few days I realized that I was and am not a believer in supernatural events. But, I had no other explanation about the current events. This was a supernatural event, it was haunting of epic proportions and I could not communicate that to my hosts. Though I am very sure that they know what I have been through. Speaking of which, the leeches and the bites were healing. I wonder if Steve is fairing as well as I am or if he is looking down at me from above. Which is when I heard the roof being pelted terribly. I looked out and realized the sky was as dark as can be and that we were in for a storm.