1001 Horror Stories

Trance During Extracurricular

My name is Arifin. This incident about trance began when the class rose (i class XI (eleven) High School). Well, I'm participating in scout extracurricular activities. After undergoing scout extracurricular for 1 year, I finally went up the level, so the work support (his position under the scout builder). I'm really happy, after all this time I was in *ploncoin with brother class, I'm finally free!

Our first task when we became a working partner at that time was pepami (saturday camp) at school (me in east java). The beginning was smooth. Evening we are still doing normally. Small gymnastics and games. Well, as the night went on, I already had a bad feeling, so when I again commanded the farm boys on the basketball court about UN and other materials. Suddenly my friend whose name is wachid came.

Immediately I tell the Indonesian language only yes gan, because the conversation uses rough Javanese.

I'm afraid someone doesn't understand.

A: Me (arifin).

W: Wachyd.

P: Puspita (my boy scout, small body, black).

A: fin, fin.

A: (i'm still not gubris gan, I'm training peach kids).

J: fin! (the wachid finally got emotional and came to me).

A: what is it? (whispering).

W: puspita trance! (Whispering, fear of hearing children).

A: right?

W: right! Come there! Now he's in the PMR room. Let me handle the kids here.

A: wow, what am I?

W: you are good at religion! *Naji iso! in bacain do’a let the demon run away!

A: I can only pray and pray! But not smart ngusir dhemit ndul!

W: ah, *wes ta, come first! This will let me handle it.

A: why not just you?

A:*wo la cen rotten koe ki. (Finally I came to the PMR room, actually I got goosebumps too anyway gan).

When I walk into the PMR room. Coincidentally the atmosphere in front of the class was very quiet, I just dared to dare. There's a weird smell, it's not clear. Whether it's a perfume what frankincense, the pokonya makes the heart of mak jleb really. I finally got to the PMR room. There are many more children gathered from PMR, SKI, OSIS, and others. I went into the PMR room.

There I saw an unusual sight, I saw Puspita convulsing. He was held by 4 people. His eyes were glaring, screaming indistinctly. He snapped at everyone in the room.

P: Puspits

K: Carbe

P: ngaleh! Ngaleh! j*c*k koe kabeh! Uculne me! (Go! Just go! j*nc*k you all! Release me!

K: hey! You who?! What is in the body of this child?!

P: go! I have nothing to do with you guys! Just go!

K: who are you?!

P: it's none of your business who I am! *hihihi (laughs like a kuntilanak, his voice changed somewhat).

K: b*ch! Get out of this kid's body! If you don't\, you don't bacain Yasin!

P: go! Go all of you! Release him! (his eyes while glaring at the people in the room, puspita sniffed unclear, his breathing irregular).

K: *yo wes. Take Qur’an, let's read yasin! (children partially run to mushola, take Qur’an. I'm still in the room).

K: fin, grab his big toe! Don't let go of ya!

A: iyo be. (I was very scared but still I held his big toe, as I read An-nas's letter. Eh he even squirms indistinctly while shouting, he glares at me. Oh mak ee, your son*wedi).

Finally the children came with Qur’an. One by one the men replace the ablution, which the girl told out of the room. And I'm still holding puspita's thumb. Can't move anywhere (fate), everyone reads yasin. I read An-Nas, Fatehah, and others.

We read it irregularly and not together. And as a result, the puspita squirms. I had more trouble holding his big toe. I finally gave up. Then I told another friend to replace me. I came out of the PMR room with a breath of excitement.

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