A Collection of Horror Stories

Episode 16's

Since the time of SMA , I think that people who are able to see and communicate with 'jin' is something that ‘waow’ , because it is not owned by every human being , ' 'jin' is , only certain people .

In my head, there is already a mature plan to fulfill that wish . I know people who can smooth that desire . He is the younger cousin of my own grandfather . He lives in the next village, only about five kilometers from our village .

After graduating High School, I did not intend to continue my education to a higher level . The economic situation of the family makes it so . I can't bear to force both parents to slam bones to finance my lecture later . Other than that, the job as a brown sugar farmer made me tempted . With that profession, although not much, I easily made money, very enough to meet my own needs . The capital is only power, while the natural resources that support the profession are very abundant .

Unbeknownst to both parents, I made up my mind to meet my grandfather's cousin sister . ‘Ipa Ngwaladhi’ , that's how people call him . The invitation was given to him because of his hobby of planting keladis . For the real name, I don't know it . It has become adab in the village, it is very taboo to mention the real name of someone who is old .

“Nek , there's a point I want to express with us”

Although there was a slight doubt, I started to open the conversation . Almost simultaneously, I immediately handed over a package containing tobacco, betel leaves and also betel lime . After checking the contents of the package , his face became sumringah . His smile expands, until it is clear that his gums are reddened by betel leaves . Shaking hands, he frowned . He looked at me, as if trying to recognize me .

“Who are you , and what are you doing here ?” the woman who had bleached all her hair began to ask .

“I am galmin , his son J*don , his grandson L*mu” I answered him with confidence . He certainly did not know me, but my father's name and my kekek must have known him .

“Hah , you are still my grandson , do not hesitate to come here” he smiled while patting my shoulder .

In my heart I am so grateful ', it seems like I mean it will go smoothly . In his cottage back then there were only the two of us . We sat in the dim light of the lamp lamp, with mats made of woven palm leaves . My passion culminated when I wanted to express my purpose . My heart just suddenly beat so fast .

I'm waiting... wait….

Degub heart notya subside, even more crazy almost without pause . I was also astonished , why did such a thing appear . My pikrian was a little wild, thinking back to the first time I expressed love for Rayna, my first boyfriend . Degub this time I feel tighter .

“Elah , hit already !” I screamed in my heart, provoked courage, tried to break a turbulent heart .

“Means coming here , would love for grandma to bathe me , I want to see astral beings and also know their world”

with trembling intent it finally came out also from my mouth . My burden seemed to disappear , even the heartbeat slowly subsided .

The old face arrived just grim . A sense of compassion creeps in my heart, also guilt . It was as if my presence had brought him such a heavy burden . He was silent for quite a while, looking at me with a thousand meanings . But want diapa, the word has already been fruitful into words, can not be withdrawn .

“Cu , I love you , has your faith known their world ? between our nature and nature they are simply separated by a very thin hijab, thinner than an onion's skin . And also , their original forms are actually various, mostly bad and creepy . Getting to know them will only make your life disturbed” he unraveled a little about the astral world with the intention to remind me .

“I'm ready nek” I replied short , consciously killing any doubts that were still left in the chest .

“Then your determination , come back Friday night’at with the conditions of the condition . Not much, a piece of white cloth is enough twice two meters , and look for the leaves of the three-sheet waru tree whose jars touch the flowing water time”

The grandmother conveyed the conditions that I must meet . Terms that are so easy for me . White cloth there is a lot of stock at home, there is a lot of time to get it, both my parents every day spend time taking care of the fields . And for the leaves of waru tree, many grow on the outskirts of kali .

The night that was waiting arrived . By pedaling a bicycle, I arrived when it was getting dark . Terms of conditions required I packed neatly in a shabby bag, a bag that I usually carry when going to tap aren . I did it so that my father and mother did not suspect, they would think that I would eat palm sugar that I had been holding for a week so as not to be damaged .

After returning the greetings, he let me in . The grandmother only wore a sarong whose tip was decorated with wrinkles here and there. Shabby kebaya adorned his body.

“Do I sin ? Have I disturbed his calm ?” slowly comes guilt, a feeling that makes me uncomfortable .

“We wait for the time between maghrib and isya , it's the right time” my daydream was spoiled by the grandmother .

“Iya nek” I replied short before back drowning in daydreams . My life will be imagined after this ritual succeeds . Appears a thousand questions and curiosity , can not wait to experience it .

“Sini follow me to times , can we start”

With a lame-looking step, the old woman got up and walked ahead . I can only obey , follow him from behind . Do not forget the bag that contains the requirements of the ritual kubelaw and . Thank goodness the intended time was only about twenty meters from his cottage .

But , upon arrival , we do not directly perform the ritual . Armed with the flashlight I brought, we walked down the edge of the times .

“Stands you upstream that forked time , there we start , remove all your clothes”

The old woman who was already laden with life experiences began to move into my position . Covering my whole body with a white cloth, breaking it so that not one bit of my rough body is visible from the outside, except my face . Then he took a sagayung of water, a dipper made of fruit blades of maja and wooden stemmed . He then commits us to reciting the incantation, blowing three times over the water in a dipper, dousing it slowly from my head . Next he took three leaves of Waru , mediating them one by one, before being washed away again . There was a strange feeling running through my body .

“Prakkk ! akh !”

There was a loud bang that seemed to split my head following my screams . I hurriedly fingered my head, thinking something was wrong and had deliberately harmed me .

“It's okay , it's okay , just your guess is , sign that your hijab is open . Wear your clothes there , we'll quickly return to the cottage !”

The old woman hurriedly eased my feelings, telling me to leave the place immediately .

"Hiiiiiiii…."

Instantly heard the screams of the night bird, sharply screeching, piercing the chest cavity . Just once as a ritual dessert that night . Arriving at the hut , the grandmother posted a message to me

"Later if at any time you are unable to live life as a result of tonight's ritual, come back to find me . It was easy when God still gave me long life"

That night I arrived home about eleven o'clock in the evening . I slowly opened the door that was deliberately unlocked . It has become a habit . In our village we have never heard of the story of the thief who dared to enter people's homes . Apparently all residents of the house have been slumbering . I immediately entered the room intending to collapse because the body already feels tired .

Ritual we did with Grandma ‘Ipa Ngwaladi’, no one knows but He and I personally . We have agreed to keep it a secret . I didn't want it to be known to my parents let alone by someone else . Let time answer it, to what extent will I see and know the other side of the life of this world, different dimensions .

Strange events begin to decorate my day . Starting from one morning, when walking with a bamboo segment filled with tap water aren . Something suddenly fell in front of me . Shaped like an egg, white and slippery . I immediately picked it up . But how surprised I was , when I grasped the object , my hand felt like it was stung by something very hot . Reflexes, I immediately threw as hard as I could .

"Bummm !"

There was a loud bang from the fall of the egg-like rock I threw earlier . Far from my estimation, an object that was only the size of an egg landed and produced a sound that big . It's beyond reason . I then passed by just like that, carrying an unanswered question .

It has become a habit . When tired after a day of processing the results of leads until they become sugar palm that is ready to sell . In the afternoon, I took the time to shower . The clear, rushing water tempted me to plunge myself into it . Looking for a little deep . Dive to enjoy the fresh mountain water that is still pure away from pollution .

A little more in magrib time . Salawat introduction azan sayup began to be heard from the direction of the village . I was still reluctant to end the bath, intending to dive a few more times . When diving for the umpteenth time, I could hear the sound of a girl laughing with a joke, not far from where I was . Hunt me to raise the head that has already sunk into the water .

Just right . It was clearly seen by me two figures . The two of them sat on top of a stone boulder on the outskirts of Kali .

"When were they there ?" present tanya in the heart .

Their feet dangled, cheerfully clapped on the surface of the water . Our distance is so close, no more than five meters .

“Aglorious step , bidadarikah ?” I was stunned to look at them . A lifetime has never seen a woman as beautiful as them . I'm looking for that sign, nothing . I know that they are of the jinn . Indentations that go down from the nose to the upper lip are not on them .

Two girl figures were laughing, while occasionally turning towards me . Both of them were wearing only a sarong that covered the chest to the knees . I was amazed by their face . Especially when the sheath is slightly blurred when their feet are moved . Seamless perfect no defect .

As a normal male, berahi appears uninvited . But on the other hand, I'm not ready to get to know them any closer . They are certainly not of the human class . Honestly, fear still overpowers lust and other feelings towards them .

Immediately I got up and left that time , with the shame of only wearing ****** ***** . Kuraih change clothes that I had previously deliberately put on the edge of the times, clothes that I had originally made as a copy when I had finished bathing .

I still had time to hear their laughter, when a little run while clutching the copy clothes that I had not had time to wear .

“Laugh , as you like 'em, the important thing is I'm not tempted” murmured in my heart

I remember very well, it was a Friday’at . Dad before the garden took the time to stop at the cottage where I cooked palm sugar . He intended a moment of surprise to get me some pieces of firewood .

“There is a fallen tree near it , I went to cut it first to be easily carried here . Some have dried” he said , while walking into the forest .

After father's death, I rested myself on ‘bale bale’ (seats made long and slightly wide made of wood in the local language) . Suddenly I was attacked with sleepiness .

The figure arrived at the entrance into the cottage . Still conscious, but my body feels slow to move . Without a word, the woman directly overcame me . He was one of the figures I met while bathing a few days ago . She was wearing a translucent thin white dress . Her sexy curves were clearly visible to me .

“Which man's faith doesn't collapse , see a beautiful and sexy girl like her ?”

I began to doubt my belief in surviving her temptation . Her beauty has robbed me of my reason . His figure can not be equated even though juxtaposed with artist on television .

I mean this time I can't contain , plus my body feels empty . I tried to accept the situation . I know very well, once a body relationship occurs with them, it will forever fall into their trap . It is very difficult to find a smart person who can save themselves from their snare . There are some people for example . Their person becomes closed . The longer tend to stay away from association with the wider community . More time spent in the forest . Their eyes go wild when they encounter others .

After a while of being overstressed by her, I started to respond back . My energy seemed to recover as before 'following the lust that rose up . Hold him tight . Her straight and clean stroking hair gently fell on my face . It was at that moment that my determination arose to be willing to get along with him as long as he was with me his form did not change .

“Prakkk !”

We both turned in unison to the sound coming from beside the hut . Her smooth face stuck to my cheek . From the crack of the plank wall, I saw my father just slamming a pile of firewood, the firewood he had just picked up from the forest . The figure hastily left , vanished in the corner of the cottage . Leaving me still overwhelmed with curiosity .

“Thank God , my father became my savior” muttered in my heart after my reasoning recovered . I dare not imagine that father had not come . My next life path will obviously be different . The incident inside the cottage was completely unknown to my father . After putting firewood, he left me, and went to see his beloved garden .

I rearranged my determination and my faith . It should have been , and must have with all his might avoided any loopholes , which allowed a similar incident in the hut to be repeated a second time .

The next day the incident and sightings of strange sightings began to intensely occur . Besides the beautiful figure that had disturbed me , there are also other strange things that I often witnessed . Slowly I began to understand their form, nature and life .

Not miss what was said by Grandma ‘Ipa Ngwaladi’ . They look , some are very beautiful , some are ordinary like humans in general , some have a very scary look , a look that was never imagined by me before .

As far as I can see, their activities are different . But , each of them is doing the same activity , can be said monotonous every day . So often see them, I began to give names and titles that I adapted to their physical characteristics as well as from their behavior .

There's the marathon, there's the hunchback, there's the hajj pack, there's the gorilla, there's the wrong eye, there's the KDRT and there's so much more that I don't mention here .

I gave him the title as the marathon because every time before Maghrib, I would see him passing, running at a steady pace, a la marathon runner . He only wore shorts, his athletic body was always covered in sweat . This genie is what usually causes people to suddenly be hit by stomach pain and vomiting . He only knew to run straight, no matter what was in front of him . Crashed him just like that, penetrated and kept running .

The hunchback, the ignorant old genie . Between maghrib and isya, he is always seen crossing the path of decline which is located before the jumli bridge (we call jumli bridge because there is a person named jumli , ' he said , killed after being hit by an overturned car) . It runs like a snail, very slow . The width of the road which is only about four meters, he was able to cross successfully after taking almost an hour . This genie is what people get into accidents . The vehicle that was knocked down by him, suddenly just fell . People who have had an accident do not know what they have experienced . They do not know that there is a hunchback who is able to eliminate a person's memory in a moment . Yes, it was only a moment . After conscious , the victim only thinks what is the cause so he harm .

Hajj sir . This one jinn has territory . He controlled a large area . Every day wearing a skullcap and a white sash . He belongs to the Muslim jinn . But as a Muslim jinn jin, he is still jin . Cannot be equated with human nature . He was the one who caused my friend's marzuki lips to swell a few months ago . A dried fish landed in his mouth. At that time my friend intended to expand the land . He intended to cut down a banyan tree . Suspected that the tree is inhabited, then read the verse kursyi several times while circling the tree with the intention of driving out its inhabitants . Naas , incidentally hajj sir passing . Pak Haji was furious when he heard that Marzuki was not fluent in correctly reciting the letters in the holy verse of the Quran . Dirogohnyah is a dried fish, stock marzuki who was in a bag, then smacked into the mouth of my friend was hard . Marzuki knew that the swelling of his lips was indeed caused by Jin's actions, but he could not see it . He only saw the dried fish floating slapping his mouth .

The wrong eye . This genie just won the look of a doang . Win in terms of ugliness and serenity . It can only scare people . The hair on his head is very rare, revealing his rough scalp as if it was filled with ringworm disease . I named him the wrong eye because of his strange eyes . One of his eyes was in jidat , just above the nose , while the other was in his right cheek . Uniquely, even though the location is irregular, the lightness and gaze of both eyes remain synchronized in rhythm .

The KDRT . This one genie is conscious and knows very well that I can see and see their world . Yeah, just him and the beautiful teaser for sure . It was a spatter . I found him standing near a comberan under the kitchen (accidentally our kitchen is in the form of a stage), a kitchen waste dump . She was carrying her toddler son . The smell of the comberan and drops of water falling from the roof taper does not make it uncomfortable .

“Eh , why ko there , ride at home , marimi , no one just me” I invited her to stop by , moved to see her condition . Especially to his little son .

Somehow , he did not dare to go up to the house, only dared to sit on one of the steps of the kitchen . She said that she had just run away from home because she could not stand the torture of her husband . I'm not so interested in the story .

“Don't hear the KDRT story in your world, in my world I'm lazy . Earlier I cared because I thought you guys were going to take refuge from my inner rain” at that time .

Before leaving, the KDRT apologized

“Sorry min , please let us know the parents whose children like to bathe at that time (while pointing towards the times where usually children in the village play and bathe) , if he lost their sandals, I took them, I want my son to wear sandals like they have . I'm happy to see one of them , the kid who had a small mole above his lips”

“Iya , later I say . But beware is indeed bothering children who bathe there . If you don't want to deal with me” threatened me against him .

I know the child he was referring to . Enon, daughter couple dono and suyanti . I don't want him to act more than his hobby of helping children sandals .

Awawab has been the cause of complaints children who always lose sandals so far . It was his act . The message I never gave . That action will only raise people's suspicions about my state .

The more days the beautiful teaser the more daring . He continued to look for opportunities so that the incident at the cottage the other day could be repeated . But because sleeping sleep at ‘bale bale’ I never do again , then the thing he wants never deliver .

Because it didn't work ', he used another way to approach and draw my sympathies . Sometimes he tried to help me nod a bamboo tube, but I always pushed him away when he wanted to get it off my shoulder . He was always present at all times , flirting and seducing me .

I'm sure he pretended not to know . When once in a while silent observe it . Like a human being, he is without blemish and blemish . In terms of age, like fruit, this girl is again ripe ripe, the best time to be picked .

“Until when can I survive ?” I can't deny, worry is always present engulfing my mind .

Once upon a time I was a little careless . Suddenly he was sitting on my lap . Seduce her, wrap her hands around my neck . His spoiled voice almost broke my faith . A little rough, I shifted my body to make it fall . He did not give up, trying to sit back on my lap . Repeated many times . Forced me to stand up, pretending to be busy gathering firewood scattered . In my little heart I said

“If it continues like this , the collapse of my faith is just a matter of time”

Not only in the cottage where I cooked palm water, the woman began to dare to side with me to the house . He awaits when people are already asleep . Its presence begins with a strong gust of wind . Strangely this wind, though strong, it blows in silence no noise . When the wind came silent, the woman was already by my side .

With the presence of 'em, the scent of the flowers of the cempaka spread filled the room . I inhale that scent, the scent that brings my mood to a strange feeling . A taste that I hated deeply but could not resist, for it entered through my breath . Wrapped in a white dress she sat on the edge of the bed, watching me lying down .

“Eh , how many times have I said , already do not come disturb me , our world is different . This... let in my house ko already dare to come, what are you looking for from me ?” annoyed, I grumbled . But my grumbling had no effect on him at all . He was silent, always so .

Usually, even though I admire her beauty, the fear when with her remains . Fortunately, a few days ago I had the opportunity to meet grandmother Ipa Ngwaladi . I told him about the disorder I was having . He gave me a prayer of a kind of incantation . A spell that is deeply feared by all beings of the jinn . This mantra contains a kind of oath 'in which contains the name of the king of jinn who reigns in the earth . That is he then known as the Mantra 'SUKAHNA JINI' which means JIN OATH . This is what makes my mentality so much stronger .

“If it's not so precarious, don't read it , just read it in your heart . Because when ko read , pity them , can be destroyed burn ” his advice after finished giving the spell .

Looks like Mirua, mirua the name of this genie of my tempter (That was what came out of his mouth when I asked his name at a time . Slightly awkward, he mentioned it in a barely audible voice) ', having found out that I already had the spell . This I read from his movements that began to hesitate and did not do much strange behavior as usual .

Being a dilemma, my eyes began to be attacked by drowsiness, but hesitated to sleep as he was still waiting by my side . I thought that he was waiting for me to fall asleep to be free to carry out his intentions .

“Ko go home there ! don't let your parents look for you” emotions, unconscious my voice rising .

“Min..min...min.....what does ko make it , who does ko talk to ?" from the next room, dad scolds me . Apparently my raised tone of voice made her wake up .

“nda...nda.. I deliriously” elakku , fear of being caught .

“Ko go home there !” with a growl, I drew closer to his face .

“My parents told me to come here , they really want you to be his daughter-in-law” he said to me while bowed .

“Hah..!”

I was surprised but didn't want to show it . When it involves his parents, my language certainly becomes more and more . I stayed away from him to lie down again . In the heart arises an intention, expel it in the last way .

Only in my heart, I read the spell given by grandmother Ipa Ngwaladi while watching her curious , what do you think her reaction was ?

He who had just looked down, immediately turned . Eyes that are usually beautiful, suddenly turned sharp, glaring at me . At the same time his beautiful face became a wage change, into a form of a creepy shape .

“You...”.

That was the last word I heard that night before he hurriedly floated , lost behind the window fentilation .

Since the incident that night at home, he started to change a little . Unlike the usual , who without awkward and shy acts at will to attract sympathy . He started a little wild, though he was still watching me . By keeping a distance , the presence is no longer alone , but always comes along with other girls , no less beautiful . This figure was the one the other day with him watching me while bathing at times . Their faces are very similar . Most likely they were brothers, only the younger one .

“What else is this , use the show bring friends all , where beautiful again” murmured me in my heart trying to understand what it means .

I actually don't understand 'why with so many other people he can disturb 'he chose me . In addition now he already knows that I have something that can make it destroyed destroyed , still does not make it kapok .

I don't really care about it . I continue to do my usual activities . Take the lead , cook it until it becomes ready-to-sell sugar , collect firewood in the forest . All my movements were followed and watched by him .

“What he is looking for this creature one , his love is amazing” my heart asks, astonished at his persistence .

One night he ventured to come back to see me at home . By crowding under my feet, he begged me when he was with him not to read the spell again .

“I've told you how many times , we are different , it is impossible to unite” do not get bored I keep reminding him .

“Can be origin ko want . Come with me stay , I will obey all your wishes ” her door while holding both my hands . Soft but cold, icy cold .

Hearing his whining , the sense of haru had spread to fill the chest cavity but soon I took a step . I am well aware of all his deceit . As clever as man to deceit will not be able to match them because it is already his nature, full of deceit .

“I do not want , until whenever I will never want”, I replied affirming what has become my determination .

Suddenly he rose up, looked at me long ago, so that I was overwhelmed with feelings of anxiety .

At that moment came my intention to read the spell . I don't want to be rash . Because he can hurt me at any time .

“Do not , I will not bother you !” he barred me quickly, as if knowing I was starting to recite the spell .

“Iya , I'll go . But remember , I may not be able to bother you , but if you are not willing to marry me , I will harm the people closest to you !” with a face that turned scary, I was threatened . It then quickly disappeared .

Now it is light by me . Apparently spoiled seduction and gentle behavior all this time is just a trick . I am grateful because by all means and efforts have not been able to get me into his trap .

The threat was not an empty threat . One night I spent the night at aunt's house . Before going to bed I did not forget to read some verses in the Quran that I believe can be a barrier fortress from jinn disorder .

At midnight, I woke up with a gust of wind, the wind that was the sign of his arrival . But tonight, a little different . The wind was blowing harder than usual . I started to be alert, watching her arrival . I looked around, nobody . But when I looked up, I was shocked by some figures . There are four up there . One old man, and another old woman . On the other side , sitting next to the woman along with the figure who used to accompany her watched me while in the hut where I worked every day .

“His one family camemy inner” at the time .

Without a second thought I immediately read the spell of provisions from grandmother Ipa Ngwaladi . Not half yet, I heard a shrill scream in unison from the four figures . At the end of the screech could be heard the threat of one of them

“I'll kill your aunt !”

Immediately I ran towards aunt's room, closing my ears to the door . I heard aunt was delirious like people were complaining . His complaints grew louder and louder but stifled, as if something was strangling his neck . I woke him up banging on the door of his room that was revealed .

“Bi ! bi bi bi!. uncle ! uncle ! uncle !” my yells and banging did not get a call from inside the room . I just realized that my uncle does have a hearing loss, while my aunt can't do anything because she's being bullied by the creature .

"Brakkk !"

I had to break down the door of my room . As soon as it entered , my uncle hit it hard on his shoulder , which made him wake up in a state of confusion . Then we both tried to wake up aunt . But no matter how much effort we have not been able to make it aware . Panic, I read the spell in a hurry . The scorched smell of something burning filled the room . Aunt then regained consciousness in a weakened state .

“That woman she was going to kill me , so loudly she giggled my neck” in a somewhat raucous voice , aunt explained what she had just experienced .

After the incident , we agreed to keep watch until morning . And thank God we no longer get interference from the creature .

Morning , in one corner of the room . Aunt found a pile of ashes . Strange , being no one ever burned anything in that place .

I think it's enough . I want to finish this . All the events that I went through after performing the ritual with grandmother Ipa Ngwaladi, began to interfere with my life . The warning from the grandmother proved to be true . In terms of age, it is not appropriate to have these advantages, I just say the advantages as most people assume, but actually it is more worthy of being said as a deficiency . How not , what is fortunately to be able to witness their life and behavior . Just gonna drive us crazy, at least crazy affair . Watching the ins and outs of life in the real world alone can make us stressed especially must be coupled with the observation of the astral world that is full of peculiarities and deceit .

I'll pick the Friday night to see the grandma . Thankfully it was in the cottage . After answering the greeting, he let me in .

"Hehehe, hmmm.., thankfully I am still alive, otherwise who could have ended all this , thankfully when I died I was left with a way to end it to someone" I have not been able to say the point , he knew it first .

"Yes Grandma, I want to end it , pretty much all a lesson" I asked

"Here , bring your face to me !" his orders

I attached the face . He then extended his hand, plucking out something that was between my eyebrows .

I feel something, like a joker interested in going out . Instantly my head felt light, like detached from something heavy . Dropped , I was unconscious on his lap . Awake at midnight, had confusion was where before being resuscitated by the voice of the grandmother .

"Continue your sleep, it's late at night, you go home all day"

I went back to sleep, impatiently waiting for the morning with a new life .