A Bunch of Horror Stories

episode 7 (spit terror pocong ) and ghost friends dipesantren

Desi and Bina are the new nurses at the creepiest hospital in town J. They have heard ghost stories about the hospital dozens of times from friends.

However, since the two of them were so ignorant, they did not easily believe it.

When Desi was on night duty, there came a man with a pale face. Desi thought that the man was seriously ill.

When Desi called the doctor, the man suddenly disappeared.

“You see where, Des? That person is not there,” said Dr. Ridwan.

“Masa, anyway, doc? It was in front. Already home maybe, huh?” answer Desi.

Entering the clock home, Desi found spit on the floor of her picket room. He also cleaned it tightly while thinking who did the dirty thing.

Arriving at the boarding house, Desi told Bina about the patient who suddenly disappeared. Don't-don't, said Bina, the patient was a ghost.

When Bina wanted to go to the bathroom, she found a lot of saliva in the closet. Desi had not yet entered the bathroom. He also never felt like he was spitting.

“Who is spitting in my bathroom. Elo, yes, Des?” ask Bina.

Hearing that, Desi was dumbfounded. He remembered with a spit on the hospital floor. He also saw other spit under the mattress up near the door.

Without a second thought, Desi hurriedly invited Bina out. However, the moment they opened the door, a pocong figure with a sinister face stood right in front of him. The pocong spit with glaring eyes.

Desi fainted, while Bina shouted hysterically while leaving Desi lying in front of her boarding door.

ghost friends dipesantren

This story is experienced by a graduate of the pesantren named Fazri Ramdhan. Here's story.

The mystical story in the pesantren environment is no stranger. Whether it was a coincidence or what. I can't explain it.

As a person who has ever ‘nyantri’, I have also experienced it. Several times I experienced spooky events while living in the pesantren.

So, one night, my friend Amin and I were sitting on the 2nd floor of the dormitory ironing their clothes, pesantren are on holiday so we can spend time by doing the activities we want because regular santri activities are closed.

Many children also return home because of a long vacation. What remains in the dormitory are children whose homes are on the opposite island like Amin or those who do not want to go home even though close like me.

The dormitory position is right behind the school building. So, we ironed the clothes while looking at the view of the back of the school building which was dark because the class lights were not turned on.

There are no street lights at all. So you can imagine, in front of the dormitory the situation was completely pitch-black.

Back to Amin and I who were ironing. While I was ironing, I saw under the shadow of people walking away from the dormitory. We both recognized him. Call it Yahya.

Amin called out to her while somewhat shouting because we were on different floors. Yahya also replied. There was a short conversation between the two but I forgot what he was talking about.

Finished talking, the man went away from the dormitory past the pitch-black school building.

We continued ironing until suddenly from inside the room a friend asked Amin.

“Min, who are you chatting with?” tanyakanya.

“Si Yahya,” Amin replied briefly.

“Hah? He came home this afternoon to Jakarta.”

I just remembered, Yahya was indeed home picked up by his family.

“Ah time? Who spoke to me just now?”

Amin's question then became the end of our ironing activities and we hurried into the room while our clothes let scatter on the ironing table.

Let it be, the morning will be cleared and that night we slept clinging to a cramped mattress out of fear.