do not read alone

the old bridge

In our village there is a bridge that is old because it was built since the Dutch era and has never been renovated, the bridge is the only bridge connecting our village with neighboring villages, Many mystical stories experienced by my villagers about the appearance of a ghost pocong that often stands on the bridge, once around the bridge was a former rape of a teenage girl whose body was dumped under the bridge, since that incident if there are residents who cross the bridge at night always disturbed by sightings of pocongs who ask for help, in addition to the ghost sighting pocong also often encountered headless grandmother sightings that often appear disturbing our villagers around the bridge.

Our village is indeed somewhat left behind from neighboring villages, there is still little street lighting in our village, even if the night looks like a dead village that is only a little population.

It was precisely the night of my kliwon Friday and my three friends were busy watching dangdut palapa in the neighboring village, so cool we watched we did not realize the time had shown at 10 pm, so it was fun, Dayat who was a bit timid had asked to go home many times because for the trip home had to pass the bridge.

Dayat : Di, the hunt is home. It's already night, I'm afraid Di lewatin the haunted bridge.

Me : You are very noisy, if you want to go home already go home first.

Revelation : The damat ga will dare to go home alone Di, justin aja xixixixixixi. at least if he is reckless to be samperin it same pocong bridge that hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Rudi: hhuzzsssss, You don't joke Yu, I'm also a bit scared through the bridge to come home, do we find a yuk here rather than go home afraid to meet the ghost of the pocong.

Me : If we even get angry at our mother Rud, tomorrow we still go to hhuuffttt school..

Dayat : Yes, we have come home now.

Revelation : Behold napa again, rarely watch dangdut palapa.

We decided to keep watching the dangdut show until it was over, about almost 1 pm we went home, we were really asleep with the show so it was very late at night we just went home, we just went home, the faces of fear were clearly visible on our faces, we walked together while occasionally looking to the right left to see the nuances of the road.

The atmosphere of the night was really gripping, along the way there were only teak and pine trees without any lighting, the journey home was approximately half an hour and to pass the bridge was still far away, there was no one we met on this trip.

Dayat : Di, very cold (the story opens a conversation to expel his fear, but the cold is also not only felt by the soul because I also feel it, what a strange atmosphere)

I : yes yat, how can it be cold like this huh.. The feeling was when watching dangdutan it was mediocre deh.... You are cold ga Yu???

Revelation : yes, the same.....

Me : Rud, why are you so pale.

(rudi kept quiet until he asked for a short break at the real camp post near the road we passed)

Rudi: Di, I saw the greatness of the pine tree that we had passed Di, so I did not dare to look there again, I did not feel good Di, as if someone was following us.

Me : Calm down your mind just Rud, we will continue to walk again, Soon we pass the bridge, many pray so that nothing happens.

We continued our journey after thinking we were a bit calm, the moments we feared arrived, we arrived at the old bridge.

The atmosphere was getting more gripping, plus the sound of the night animals that added to the awesomeness of the old bridge, As we set foot on the bridge nothing happened, no one passed by but us, along the bridge we read the verses of the Qur'an as we could, but the more we stepped, the more we were afraid.

Sayup-sayup at the end of the bridge looks like a grandmother who is walking towards us, but I think only I see, the closer the more obvious the figure of the grandmother who is walking limping, but I think, cold sweat came out of my body when it was clear the old grandmother was walking headless.

I was unable to walk, to talk was difficult when Rudi asked what happened.

Rudi: Why are you, your face is pale...

Me: ssssssssseeeeeettt

ssssssssssssttttt

We were silent for a moment in the middle of the bridge, suddenly the grandmother was lost somewhere before she could get close to us.

Suddenly with the speed of the dayat yelled pooooccooooooooooooongnggggggggggg while running away, I also ran along with Rudi and revelation. We ran as fast as we could without thinking about each other until I arrived first at the people's house, followed by dayat, then Rudi and revelation.

At the home of one of the residents, Dayat said he saw a pocong figure right behind him when his body turned back, a face full of blood and without eyeballs accompanied by a very fishy smell made the body scream and run scared, after the incident we no longer dare to cross the haunted bridge at night.