Mount Merbuk, Lost-Part 19.

Post author:Zsolt Zsemba
Post published:April 30, 2024
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The Light

Entering the tunnel, I was not scared but worried. I had seen and felt many things on this journey. I stopped and called out to Putu. “Steve?” I questioned him to see if we were still on the same quest as I had thought we’d started on. He nodded and in a terrible accent, he said “Seve” back to me. Well, that confirmed it, so I kept on following and heading to the light. As we neared the light the temperature rose and so did the humidity. This was feeling like the jungle I entered a few days ago.

Getting closer to the light, I heard rushing water. The water before us and that is when I realized we must have taken an amazing shortcut to the waterfall but there was simply no way we traveled 8-10 kilometers from where Steve and I seemed to be earlier. Besides we never made it to the waterfall. There had to be another explanation.

Nearing the waterfall Putu took a left and circled around the waterfall area. When we exited, I asked, “Steve” Without saying a word he placed his palm over my mouth. Indicating that I should shut up, I did and followed the elderly man around the waterfall area and down the edge of a river.

This path led us down and around to a rather flat and not overgrown area. I cannot say that this was a clearing, but it did lack some of the usual vegetation that I was used to seeing. As I glanced forward, I saw a large structure. It was familiar, the typical gates that are placed at the entrances from one town to another the large triangular-shaped gate style that we see at the beaches or villages of Bali. This was not quite the same, it was crude, rough, and dark.

Not dark as in a dark place but the feeling I had was an immense depressed feeling like my soul was being sucked out of me.

Putu stopped dead in his tracks. He looked at me and said “Seve” I stared into his eyes and looked past and over him to a large somewhat squared-off rectangular shape between the gates. That is when I saw the outline of a man lying on the rectangular structure.

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Zsolt Zsemba

Zsolt Zsemba has worn many different hats. He has been an entrepreneur, and businessman for over 30 years. Living abroad has given him many amazing experiences in life and also sparked his imagination for writing. After moving to Canada from Hungary at the age of 10 and working in a family business for a large part of his life. The switch from manufacturing to writing came surprisingly easily for him. His passion for writing began at age 12, mostly writing poetry and short stories. In 1999, the chance came to write scripts. Zsolt took some time off from his family business to write in Jakarta Indonesia for MD Entertainment. Having written dozens of soap operas and made for TV movies, in 2003 Zsolt returned to the family business once more. In 2018, he had the chance to head back to Asia once again. He took on the challenge to be the COO for MD Pictures and get back into the entertainment business. The entertainment business opened up the desire to write once more and the words began to flow onto the pages again. He decided to rewrite a book he began years ago. Organ House was reborn and is a fiction suspense novel while Scars is a young adult drama focused on life’s challenges. After the first two books, his desire to write not only became more challenging but enjoyable as well. After having several books completed he was convinced to publish them for your enjoyment. Zsolt does not tend to stay in one specific genre but tends to lean towards strong female leads and horror. Though he also has a few human interest books, he tends to write about whatever brews in his brain for a while.