do not read alone

POCOONG LAPER

this is a true story I've been through

alone in a village in

Borneo. I forget exactly what year

it happened, which is obviously still around the year

90s, because at that time I was still SD (forgotten

what grade SD is also).

The story that our village is often visited

pocong at that time had circulated widely in

society. Reportedly the pocong likes

enter the house2 residents to search

food (apparently pocong can be hungry as well).

The atmosphere of our village at that time was very quiet,

still full of shady trees and shrubs

the bush, especially my house which is a distance from

nearest neighbor 60 meters away.

Well the story is that one night there was an event

in one of the houses. My mother

at that time, we attended the event

and then go home with the

the food is meat and rice

the amount is just right for our family to eat, though,

that night we enjoyed

eat together until the ludes are left

(at that time our family was still

I rarely eat meat). Right on

the journey home, actually, mother

I already feel there is something

followed, but he has not

tell it to us.

After a little night (about 10 p.m

WITA), we all started to go to sleep. My

which at that time was rather feverish, sleeping

three with my parents in

the bed in the kitchen. However, because

the condition of the body is feverish, I am somewhat

difficulty closing eyes. Elder sister

I am the man2 sleeps in his room, while

my sister who chose the rebate

in front of the TV.

At about 11pm, my sister

women start to feel sleepy, then

turn off the TV and enter his room.

After closing the door, he turned on the fan

wind because it is a bit hot air

in that night. Suddenly (according to the story of the brother

i) heard a hissing sound from the direction of the pitu

the room was closed, and a figure appeared

pocong (exactly as we see on TV)

through the door, jump 3 times,

standing right between my feet and

with hardness (female knowledge). I

and the two old men who had not yet slept

immediately startled, thinking brother shouted because

delirious, my father ran straight towards

my brother's room, and the pocong vanished

instantaneous.

At the time, I didn't know what was going on,

because my father didn't go back to bed

our. I was the one who felt the heat asking

same with my mother. So my mom's in position

sitting on the bed fanning me

recline with satay fan. That moment

our bed is covered in white mosquito nets, and

the lights are on, so the atmosphere is outside the mosquito net

she could still be seen by my mother

sit.

Suddenly there was a "bruck sound

bruk" (the sound of the lid of the pan is lifted and closed

again with a hard 3 times) from outside the mosquito net.

My mother turned to the direction of the voice

not far from our bed

there is a dining table on which there is a pot

the rice is empty. After my mother

looking at me, the voice repeated

revert. My mother looked back at the pot, then

saying rather loudly "What the hell is ribut2? Ni

my son is sick!" (in regional language

we certainly). After that my mother looked

I was again, and the voice was direct

repeated again. My mother turned back to the direction

pan, I'm confused and can't see

came out the mosquito net asked "What the hell is that

ma?". She replied, "Father, that mouse

I guess!" with a tone like a bit of anger, though,

but I know I'm not the one getting scolded.

After saying "rat" the sound of the lid of the pan

there's no more. I am also the one who is still

I don't know what happened (because

to think my brother's screams are just delirium

and the one who opens the lid of the pot is only a mouse)

finally fell asleep because of the pleasure

mom's fan.

Tomorrow morning, thank God my body feels

much nicer. I also got a story from

my brother that last night he was found

pocong was conscious, and my mother was

the story is that the lid of the pan that sounds is clear

not because of the rats, because the lid was clear

lift and close by yourself.