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TERROR POCONG FROM THE GRAVEYARD

TAnah Panguragan cemetery located in Panguragan Village, Arjawinangun District, Cirebon Regency, has long been famous in seantoro West Java (Jabar) can be a medium of occult science.

Many cult shamans use Panguragan grave land as a medium to destroy one's efforts. Really true..?

For the use of Panguragan cemetery land is notoriously violent and very rarely there are businessmen who can survive. Any businessman whose business is planted in Panguragan cemetery in a short time is guaranteed bankruptcy.

Not only bankrupt, even the businessman concerned is wrapped in large amounts of debt to sell the building where his business.

A number of diabolical experts in the city of Cirebon who had been asked for his comments about the violence of the use of Panguragan cemetery land, Panguragan,

on average they claim to have heard the news for a long time, even starting their grandparents. Thus, the cemetery of Panguragan is quite old in Tatar West Java.

Because of the ferocity of the use of Panguragan cemetery, it is not strange if it becomes a frightening specter for businessmen, especially traders.

Ki Anomjati Sanggabumi, a famous young supranaturalist in the city of Cirebon,

when contacted by the Author at Villa Kecapi Mas, Harjamukti Village, Cirebon City confirmed the news about the abuse of Panguragan cemetery land for media use business destruction.

"The misuse of Panguragan's burial ground is clearly against Islamic law, so that the shaman and the party who told him to be very sinful in both the habitual and the hablumminanas and should avoid such misguided ways" said Ki Anomjati Sanggabumi.

Ken Nagasi, a cultural and observant of the occult world is quite famous in Cirebon Regency admitted to be concerned about such dirty practices. When contacted at the Cultural Center "Nyi Mas Gandasari" located around Bima Stadium, Bima,

the handsome man of the Village/Sindanglaut District, Cirebon Regency is often massaged chest every time he heard the complaints of former acquaintance entrepreneurs who went bankrupt due to the practice of heretical shamans using the media of Panguragan cemetery land.

"Astaghfirullah, why must others suffer for their own satisfaction? Why not compete healthily through management?" Ken Nagasi Seal.

As the saying goes, there is no disease that has no cure. If likened to a disease, the use of Panguragan grave land turned out to have a match.

If it has not gone out of business, the condition of the place of business or company planted with Panguragan grave land can be neutralized by sprinkled on all four corners of the building using sand Bayalangu times.

H. Sator, a well-known supranaturalist expert in Bayalangu Village, Gegesik District, Cirebon Regency, claimed to have often helped affected businessmen to use the Panguragan cemetery.

Through the medium of sand Bayalangu Bayalangu that has been ritualized, it can naturally neutralize the negative influence of Panguragan grave land. Unless there is a replanting from the party who did it, then must be done re-sand sowing Bayalangu time.

"That grave land can not be taken by just anyone, but can only be activated by negative aura by people who are experts in that field.

So did the sand of Bayalangu times, and coincidentally I inherited the Bayalangu times sand ritual from my father" explained H. Sators.

That said, the impact caused to the victims of the Panguragan graveyard land use not only experienced business bankruptcy, but throughout the night got a very terrible supernatural terror.

One of them is experienced by Udi bin Ujang, residents of Karangmalang Village, District/Indramayu Regency, West Java. He not only lost his pastry stall in the "New Market" of Tanjungpura because it was sold and owed about 20 million but, he now has to seek sustenance in Saudi Arabia as a driver.

The following is the true story told by Udin bin Ujang to the Author...

From Friday Kliwon to Saturday Legi (18 - 19 January 2008), Ujang sat pensively on the terrace of the meeting building of the "Kinajasih" complex on Jalan Tapos, Cimanggis District, Depok Regency.

At that time he was with three colleagues each Toto, Sutejo and Hendi drove Drs. Khairuddin who was following the National Working Meeting (Rakernas) with the President of PT. Guswara Intertaint, Agus Winarko, MS.

The man who was growing old and fertile was separated from the hustle and bustle of hundreds of people who brought the participants Rakernas. The face that had been filled with wrinkles looked haggard as if it was holding a very heavy sorrow.

Ujang sits on a mat under the shade of a banyan tree until it enters the morning. Such a scene, of course, is very contrasting and very unusual.he is like trying to vomit his heart around the business journey of his eldest son who is now bankrupt and out of business.

In fact, since the "Old Market" located on Jalan Ahmad Yani, Lemah Abang Village, District/Indramayu Regency was burned on Tuesday (11 July 1995) at 09.00 WIB and traders were relocated to a new market located on Tanjungpura Road, Karanganyar Village, Indramayu District/Regency, Indonesia, gradually the cookie kiosk owned by Udi, his son, progress.

At least until 2005 ago, the cake kiosk was very popular and every day was always crowded with buyers.

Witnessing the progress of Udi's business, a number of kiosks that had originally sold other merchandise were replaced into pastry kiosks. As a result, competition was getting tighter so that prospective pastry buyers spread to various kiosks in the New Market.

From then on, over time, the number of buyers to Udi kiosks continued to decrease. However, for Udi it is considered something that is commonplace in accordance with the laws of the market.

Around early 2006, Udi's instincts caught on to something unnatural, especially after getting his stall completely deserted. Imagine, the turnover in a day is only enough to cover the needs of the family kitchen.

Tragically, dozens of customers fled while carrying large amounts of debt. This makes Udi in the fog looking for loan funds to patch the reduced capital due to the actions of the rogue customers.

"Not only that, in the third month of 2006, Udi my son and his family felt an occult disturbance that created fear," Ujang story with a distant look.

Still in the same month, a number of scoteng, meatballs and other traders who used to go out at night around Pasar Baru Tanjungpura had gossiped about occult events around Udi's cake stall.

They often see the figure of the pocong aka the undead wandering on the porch of Udi's cake stall.

The gossip finally entered Udi's ear. To prove it, at dawn around unit time, Udi single-handedly slipped into the hallway (los) Pasar Baru Tanjungpura which is about one kilometer from his home.

Because it was already early, the market atmosphere was very quiet. Even if there is activity only on the alternative side of the road connecting Polsekta with the Headquarters of Indramayu Police, where there is a rice stall that is open 24 hours.

That night, opposite the two stalls in opposite positions, Udi took a reconnaissance place that felt safe. To hide, he sat behind a pile of empty sugar boxes.

He doubted the gossip of the traders when he felt his ass was getting tired due to sitting too long on used cardboard sheets. When it came to the intention to go home, Udi's heart rate suddenly spurred.

His view is more sharpened. It turned out to be true, he vaguely watched the figure of a corpse wrapped in a shroud emerge from behind a pile of cardboard snack marks stored on the terrace of the stall.

The pocong moved softly and became clearer after being exposed to the rest of the light from the stall next door. Fear began to seep in when the pocong looked agitated. Pocong's head turned in various directions followed by the movement of his body. Udi was sure, his existence was known to the supernatural creature, so a pair of flip-flops slowly he released.

His instincts are right. The pocong jumped to a pile of sugar boxes where Udi was hiding. When the distance was only a few meters away, as strong as Udi jumped from behind the pile of sugar box and ran away from the direction of the pocong.

Udi ran as fast as he could towards the rice stall. Without caring for the three rickshawmen who were sitting casually on the wooden bench, Udi broke into the stall and was greeted by a surprised cry of the waiter who was being drowsy.

The next morning, he told his wife and then his father. Ujang who is lay about supernatural beings, only advises that their children are closer to God and multiply the wirid.

From the cake kiosk, the terror moved to Udi's house. Almost every night, his wife and two children were terrorized by strange sounds from the porch of the house and sometimes even a foul smell broke through the window slit.

At the urging of his wife and children, Udi asked his father for permission to sleep while looking for a way out. Ujang could not refuse his son's request, so he gave up the front room that was next to the living room occupied by Udi with his family.

While in the afternoon, Udi brought his family back to his house which was only different from the alley with his parents' house.

On Tuesday night of the sixth month of Kliwon 2006, Ujang was restless in his bed. The early air of the dry season makes the sultry unbearable.

To get some fresh air, Ujang opened the front door leaf and then sat back in the living room chair. When the clock is pointing at the number 2 in the morning, Udi appears from the kholwat room (place of prayer) united with the kitchen room.

Udi at that time was still wearing gloves, peci and cocoa clothes and his right hand was still turning the prayer beads. Sweat drenched the forehead. Apparently Udi could not stand the rage in the kholwat room, so he chose to continue his wires in the living room.

The night wind was quite cool to break through the gap of the door leaf that opened a quarter part. On a foam chair that began to wear out, Ujang leaned his back and put his nape.

The smell of sleepiness began to seep. While sleepy, Ujang observed the end of the iron fence of the house yard through the gap of the door leaf. While beside him, Udi still continued his wirid reading.

Feeling his body began to fresh and the smell of drowsiness began to be unbearable, Ujang intended to close the door leaf and will slam his back on the mattress continue to sleep. Haven't had time to lift his buttocks, through the slit of the door he saw the end of the iron fence move with a soft squeak.

Whether it came from nowhere, the living room in an instant was already filled with a very strange foul odor.

The stench is getting stinging.

Not yet had time to guess who the person who will be visiting, the door leaf was hit from outside to hit the wall causing a rowdy sound. The sound of the impact of the door leaf with the continuous wall surprised Ujang and Udi. Even more surprising, in the doorway already stands a corpse aka pocong.

Through the bright neon lights of the living room, Ujang watched the shroud that was still complete with ties was very dull full of black mud. The skin on the face is no longer intact. Very damaged, full of ulcers and maggots moving gently on a pair of eye sockets. From the hole of his mouth and nose slid off like he was holding back anger.

The creature was not looking at Ujang but facing straight towards Udi. Accompanied by loud bellows, the creature lunged towards Udi. Ujang was unable to do much more than struggle to maintain his consciousness so as not to faint.

Attacked by such a creepy creature, reflexively, as powerful as Udi set a pair of legs on the floor. As a result, the chair he sat upside down and Udi's body lurched backward and then fell down. Udi was only able to open his mouth, but the Lafadz verse of Qursy never wanted to come out. What glides from his throat is only a sound resembling a gagu person.

Warm water is very heavy pouring from behind the sarong cloth. As a result he wallowed on his own puddles of urine. Just like his father, Udi was just struggling not to faint.

He was sure that the creature was not merely frightening but threatening his soul.

When the distance was left a few inches longer, Udi remembered that the prayer beads in his grasp were a gift from an ustadz. He hoped it wasn't just a wire counting device.

Without expecting much, the right hand that initially refuted his fallen body he lifted up high to meet the pocong while closing the eyelids.

He's been really resigned. His mind said, maybe in a matter of seconds, his neck would be bitten by the creature so that his veins broke and died. But until a dozen seconds passed, nothing touched his neck.

Waiting for the next few minutes there was no deadly attack from the pocong-shaped creature. Udi screamed as his arm was shot very hard. When he opened his eyes, his father was struggling to lift his body.

"Pocong was bouncing when it touched the prayer beads in your hand! Come on. wakeup!" Said Ujang, half snapping.

Udi immediately got up and jumped towards the doorway.

Scattered door leaf slammed until tightly closed while locking it. The children can only look at. Udi only realized that the scabbard was soaking wet after being told by his father, then rush him to the bathroom.

The next day, with his father escorted, Udi visited a cleric in Lohbener. Ujang handed over the rest of the land that was scattered on the floor of the living room. H. Abbas, the cleric, clasped the rest of the black soil while closing his eyes and lips.

Suddenly his forehead creased sharply and opened his eyelids.

"Astaghfirullah, the creature was khodam guna-guna Panguragan cemetery. Fortunately you do not faint, if you faint, naudzubillah, only God knows the age limit of His creatures" explained H. Abbot.

The next moment, H. Abbas asks permission to enter kholwat's room. A dozen minutes later it appeared again with a face full of sweat. With a hoarse voice, H. Abbas suggested that the cake stall be sold immediately.

According to his bathin eyes, the stall has been planted with Panguragan grave land since six months ago. But, the khos cleric was not willing to mention the identity of the person who had used the Udi kiosk.

On the advice of H. Abbas, a month later the stall was sold cheaply to the owner of the stall next to him. The money from selling the kiosk was used by Udi to reduce his debt.

In a state of no capital at all, Udi was forced to work as a building porters just to cover the needs of the kitchen, and since early 2007, Udi was forced to work so the building porters just to cover the needs of the kitchen, and since early 2007, Udi flew to Saudi Arabia to become Indonesian Manpower (TKI) driver part,,