“Look!” Osman whispered. “By the window – a bunian!”
“I don’t see anything,” Malik complained.
Or did he? The light pouring through the windows seemed to falter a moment, and a shadow – hardly the shadow of a shadow – slid amongst the wide, shimmering bands. Malik gasped.
“Why is it here?” he asked, his voice tremulous. Osman grinned.
“To steal you away, I think. They always come after the youngest.”
Malik crept forward. His skin tingled and the air seemed to whisper – and then the door slowly opened to reveal the sun-soaked yard.
Suddenly, Osman’s grin was gone.
“Cool!” Malik shouted, and before his brother could stop him he was gone.
For a little background, in Malay folklore orang bunian are invisible, magical beings, sometimes called the “hidden people.” They’re generally benevolent, but sometimes strange happenings, particularly disappearances, are attributed to them.
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