A Collection of Horror Stories

Episode 18's

"Where are you going ?" ask ayu while tidying up her face .

"Fetch the ovaries beurang ceu, ceu tin already feel his stomach, fear of giving birth at night" I replied as I continued my steps, still heard ceu ayu talk..

"Yes already spit , afraid to rush to the magrib an" he said .

Indung beurang. ya indung beurang , the name for a child shaman in my village . His house is at the southern end of the village . I had to quickly get to his house before the adzan magrib , so I decided by shortcut , there is a path , even though it has to go through an ancient grave which is quite haunted . Adzan magrib had just finished reverberating as I walked in front of the grave . My hair suddenly stood up, when it arrived right beside me there was a female voice asking .

"Where are you going, hunt that ?" tannya

"Fetch the beurang 'indung, would you like to come ?" my answer is then, without stopping and looking at it, because I know that it is definitely not a person .

Everyone in the village knows, I am not a coward, so it is often asked when there are people giving birth or just help if there are things that happen at night . I was stunned. observing the path..

"How long is the shampoo ? Akh. It looks like he's coming"

I continue my steps, but I feel something strange, in front of me now there is a paved road that is very familiar . but where do I see it ??... I still stand remembering to remember until finally..

"Astagfirullah...!!! why am I here ?"

The road ahead of me is no longer the path to the child shaman's house, but the paved village road that I used to go through if I wanted to work , and this road is to the north of my village . Means that when in the ancient grave I was not heading south but to the north .

"Basic fucking demons !" my thoughts in my heart . Very big because it had to turn towards the shaman's house...

Now I have to turn through the village road , the sound "sreekk... sreekk... sreek" is very loud deafening ears .

"He's still following"

I knew from his voice, like the sound of a cloth being fluttered behind me, sometimes a white shadow was seen overhead . I'm used to it, so cuekin lah. ntar also go alone , I thought at that time . I accelerated my footsteps, though now the road was getting dark .I did not have time to bring a flashlight because I was sure that I would get to the house of the child shaman before the magrib . Finally arrived too. I immediately entered the courtyard of the child shaman's house, although my breath was a little stinged I knocked on the door..

"Assalamualaikum." a little scream.

"Dung, sis...!!!" there is no answer . Silence..only the sound of crickets and night animals is heard .

"Where's the sis ?" ask in my heart . If to the mosque is not possible because the house of the child shaman is at the end of the position of his house far from the mosque 85 years old, his age is quite old , his path has started to use a stick . If you call a village midwife far away about 3 km an distance .

"Or maybe someone wants another hand ? but as far as I'm concerned, it's just the ceu tin that's now pregnant, nothing else.."

After several times calling no answer, I turned to the back of his house, perhaps my call was not heard.The cold felt as soon as I stood beside room , I tried to peek inside from the sidelines of curtains that are not neatly closed . Instantly my blood rippled. feathers stood up. shoulders felt heavy. For some reason. It appears on top of the ovary beurang is lying down sleeping like a deep sleep..

"Dung.shield , wake up !! ceu tin already want to give birth" call me while tapping the window with the end of the nail. several times tried to wake him but still no reaction, even like the more slumbering... I think something is weird....

"Woyyy..sarjang !!! why do you sleep there ???"

I almost fell over , my heart felt almost dislodged so shocked . Seen in the corner of the house, mak marsih (the name of a child shaman) stands under a 5 watt lamp .

"Bikin was surprised by my ovaries, my ovaries were sick ?" ask me while following him into the house

The house is not too big, even very small for the size of the house in my village .1 room, kitchen, 1 room where to receive guests, that too without a chair , usually lesehan if you visit his house . if you want to take a bath, defecate, or nyuci must go to the fish pond, the name "tampian" . My village is in the far corner, just a little bathroom in the house . Luckily there was a big barrel of water reservoir in front of mak marsih's house, so I wudhu there .

"Ndung , sore ovaries ??" I again asked after coming out of the living room where I had prayed, saw mak marsih sitting pouring water into a glass in the corner of the kitchen .

"Alhamdulillah sarjang healthy ovaries, last time you called , sindung again pray in the living room, so do not nyahut" he replied while thrusting a glass of water to me .

"Who's the same in the house ?" search for my feelings , how not to feel gini .My gaze was a little sharp looking at the look on mak marsih's face .

The beurang sage smiled...

"Go home and sarjang ! not the time yet. spend that drinking water !!!!"

I sipped the drinking water given by mak marsih until it ran out, although my hand was shaking. and felt very heavy when lifting the glass .

"Ndung , whose ovaries are in the house ?" I asked the same question again .

"Now you go home, don't ask too many questions" still don't answer my questions .

"Lah.. indung mah" I said as I entered the living room, the air was hot but sometimes there was a cold that made the feeling so unpleasant. slowly I approached the door of room , I wonder who was sleeping like mak marsih, while earlier mak marsih said he was praying . I hold the doorknob . With a heart that dag.. dig. dug.. afraid of shock. I am sure that I saw the devil .

"Krreeekkkk"

"Bhuaaaaaa" I pushed firmly against the door while shouting, meaning that I was not surprised . My body trembled legs felt unsteady.My eyes were fixed to the couch right where the figure resembling mak marsih was sleeping, but there was not the slightest trace like someone had just slept.. no tangling . My loneliness spread my gaze throughout the room, there was only a worn-out bupet in the corner of the room . I am still standing, though my feelings have begun to prevail but there is still a little fear . Suddenly...

"Prakkk" my shoulder was hit from behind , suddenly I jump to the front of the bupet while turning the horse pairs .

"Oh Allah, ndunggg make me surprised" said I, after knowing that mukul mak marsih . He stood at the front door of room , his right hand holding a broomstick that had hit me on the shoulder .

"Basar bengal you sarjang, told to go home and enter the room . Cepetan go home, the tin is still a long time his birth Do not first Adhan isya until his house, tell drink this water the same tin , Insya Alloh will not be anything" he said as he thrust a bottle of mineral water filled with water at me .

I hold the mineral bottle given by mak marsih while out of the room .

"But ndung, why am I so afraid to go home ?" say

"Fast day, bismillah aja . Nothing will happen what , throw away your wasp" said mak marsih

"Remember to arrive before the Adhan isya" he continued wanti wanti .

After lighting the torch from the baralak (a torch made of dried coconut leaves that are tied), I said to mak marsih .

"Let's shortcut let's just take a spit !" mak marsih said

"Yes ndung" I replied briefly then passed after saying the greeting .

Alhamdulillah, I got to the house ceu tin before adhan isya , no obstacle at all . Mak marsih's prediction was right, ceu tin gave birth a week later. smoothly without a hitch .