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KUNTILANAK BEHIND MY HOUSE

The night was very quiet, since the death of the unnatural minah, many residents were reluctant to leave the house at night. Bu Minah is actually a good mother figure, just because her husband married again made minah frustrated and decided to end his life by committing suicide in the garden right behind my house.

A week after the death of ma'am Minah, there are some residents who find a genie that resembles minah that often appears at night. The appearance of the figure of the minah bu is often seen around the garden where the minah mom hangs herself.

The appearance of Jin that resembles minah makes many residents who assume various, some say that it is the spirit of the curious minah bu, who is curious, and there are also those who say that it is a genie that resembles the figure of minah bu .

I myself am convinced that it is the Jin that deliberately resembles a minah who wants to scare the citizens and wants to mislead the citizens with strange assumptions.

One night, one of the residents (Pak Heri) told me that he met the spirit of bu Minah when he came home from attending a celebration in the next village.

At that time the heri sir came home at 01.00 in the morning, because he did not have a motorbike then the heri pack uses a bicycle that is old enough.

Just when crossing the garden where mom minah bunug herself, suddenly the bike that pak heri paddles suddenly becomes very heavy, even to the point that heri feels exhausted to pedal it.

Heri decided to stop and check out the old bike. After checking everything, ranging from tires, chains, and others, heri felt no problem, although the bike is old but the condition is still quite good.

Since there were no problems with his bike, heri decided to pedal back his old bike. When it was about to pedal, suddenly right behind heri sir heard the voice of a woman " Sir....Anterine....L am... Go home Yes!!.." the voice of the woman was so similar to the voice of Mommy.

Hearing that voice made heri did not dare to look back, heri decided to keep pedaling her bike.

But again heri sir's bike felt very heavy to ride and at that time also heard the voice of the woman again "Sir...L am....The bell... Till...Go home Yes!!!". The sound was right coming from the back of heri. Curious about what happened, then heri ventured to look back. When looking back, the terrible sight was clearly seen in the eyes of heri sir. Heri saw the figure of a minah mom sitting on her old bicycle. The figure of the madam looked very pale, her eyes were absent and her face was full of blood. Bu Minah's figure faced her face to heri sir while laughing giggling. Seeing the terrible sight made the pack day run single algal and leave his old bike.

Hearing mystical stories from heri and other residents makes me not dare to go out at night, especially right behind my house is a garden where mom hangs herself.

But on Friday night precisely Friday night kliwon, I was told by my father to pick up my aunt who came from Jakarta to vacation in my village. At first I refused because my father told me to pick me up at 11 p.m.

Me: You are the only one who picked up a aunt!!! Be afraid to go out at night gini.kan many who saw the sighting of ma minah sir!!!

Father : Father of many affairs Bud. It's just a story, you haven't seen it yourself, have you? So don't believe such things. Father every night wander ya ain't see nothing?

I was very forced to obey my father's will to pick up a aunt at the train station which is quite a distance from my village.

At exactly 11 pm I stater my matic motor, do not forget to also bring a pack of cigarettes to ward off fear. As I was about to run my motorcycle, suddenly a screaming voice came from the next door neighbor. In my mind I wondered "why are these nights there are voices of women calling to me".

Yuni : Where are you going!!!!!

When I looked at the voice that called me it was the voice of Bu Yuni the new wife of Pak Tarno. His first wife, Bu Minah, committed suicide. Bu Minah himself has 1 daughter named Yanti 12 years old who now lives with Bu Yuni, while the tarno sir himself migrated in Jakarta as a successful contractor.

Me : Uh... Bu Yuni's.... Tak kirain ghost hehehe... Pick up my aunt at Ma'am's station.

Ms. Yuni: I'm coming with you..... I want to go to the station too.....

Ms. Yuni: Ah... This is a snack to snack while waiting to pound!!!.

Unsuspecting, I immediately hit the gas to the station while shaking off Bu Yuni.

The presence of Bu Yuni who took a ride to the station made my concern about the appearance of the ghost of Bu Minah reduced. At least there were friends talking throughout the trip.

Arriving at the station, Bu Yuni immediately said no matter where. I also did not pay attention to Bu Yuni because I focused on finding the whereabouts of my aunt who had not been seen the trunk of her nose.

After waiting an hour has not been seen any signs of my aunt, when I was restless waiting suddenly heard whatsapp sound coming in. When I opened it turned out there was a message from my aunt whose contents reported that the train stops being stopped, he said he overslept so he did not have time to get off and now my aunt is still in the train whose final destination was in surabaya. Aunt ordered to go home.

My face that was originally cheerful, now suddenly turned pale because it was told to go home by an aunt. That means I have to go home alone to my village which is being terrorized by the ghost of Bu Minah.

I myself am a coward, I think about staying at the station but afraid of waiting for my father at home. My dad was at home but my dad didn't have a cell phone.

I was forced to dare to go home alone even though fear had enveloped my feelings. When entering my village, the atmosphere of my village is really very quiet, no one looks out of the house. Especially now that it is one in the morning, the hours where people have fallen asleep.

To ward off fear, I stopped to light a cigarette, I smoked a deep cigarette and just as I was about to run my bike back, I suddenly heard the sound of a woman screaming for help.

Hearing the sound of asking for help made my hair stand up, there was a feeling of fear but there was a curious feeling with the voice. I tried to find the source of the voice, I'm sure it wasn't the voice of the mother because it sounded like a young woman.

As I was trying to go around looking for the source of the sound, I suddenly saw a woman sitting under a tree with her right hand holding her neck and her left hand holding her belly.

With fear and curiosity, I tried to get closer to the figure of the woman. When I was very close to the figure it turned out that the woman was Bu Minah's son named Yanti.

I am : Yanti!!!!!!!! (surprised). Why are you here?

Yanti kept silent and did not answer, she continued to moan with the pain while holding her neck and stomach.

Me: Your stomach and neck why Yan???

Again, there is no word from Yanti. Yanti just turned her head towards me and as Yanti kept her hands away from her stomach suddenly blood flowed profusely from her stomach. After all, the incident made me panic. I tried to take off my jacket to seal the blood flowing. But while I was trying to take off the jacket, Yanti laughed giggling and I saw with my own eyes Yanti's head fell to the ground as Yanti's hand took off the grip on her neck.

I : Ss...ssee..ssseeett... seettaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.

Without Ba..Bi...Again, I immediately ran away from Yanti and my motorcycle while continuing to shout demons, demons, demons even though no one heard.

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