Horror Village
GO HARD TO ENDURE THE PAIN
Mr. Arso also slowly opened the front door of his house. Slowly he and his wife set foot to the origin of the sound. The sound of people praying echoed in his house precisely in the middle room. Slowly Mr. Arso wiped the border curtains of the living room and the living room. When the curtains were opened it turned out that were inside were two people dressed all in long white and on top of it there were cloth pigtails.
"Ppppppoooooooccccooooonnggg"
They ran fluttering after seeing that in the house was Pocong with the faces of Gantari and her husband. Her second pale face was visible after turning her head backwards. Since seeing a ghost in his house. Mr. Arso and Mr. Lasmi did not dare to go home.
The incident was not only at the home of Ms. Lasmi and her husband. Fatimah's neighbor Ida was coming home from help at my house. She came home alone because her son was looking after her sick husband. With a feeling of misgivings, Fatimah passed in front of the empty land in front of the cemetery. Indeed, since the circulation of terror pocong and kuntilanak red in the village of Roro Asri makes the villagers do not dare to go out at night.
The road is silent and silent He treads his feet with a huff. From far away he saw a white mound in the middle of the road leading to his house. Ms. Fatimah further clarified her vision towards the white mound. His browbeaten mouth chanted the holy verses of the Quran aloud. As it approached the white mound that slowly began to disappear by itself. He continued his journey home.
TOK TOK TOK TOK TOK TOK
"Assalamu'alaikum sir, Assalamu'alaikum dayattt, Vikriii" He said his greetings while shouting. Because I knocked on the door and said hello no one heard.
Trying to open the front door can't. Finally he had to pass through the thick side garden of the house with banana trees and salak. When he started to enter the garden. Seen from the corner of his eye. A flash of two white shadows jumped up and down. He looked beside his body. But the result is Zonk. Only darkness and solitude can be seen.
He sped up his footsteps to the kitchen door next to the house.
Czechkkkkk
Kitchen doors are rarely locked. Ms. Fatimah entered her house with a still uneasy feeling. He went straight to the bathroom to wash his face and wash his hands and feet. After the evening ritual, he entered the room at the front.
Seeing her husband sleeping with his whole face covered in a blanket he was a little relieved. Fatimah is a little strange. So every sleep will certainly not escape by wearing a mask that he bought in the market. He began the night ritual by polishing the face that according to him the prettiest sekampung Roro Asri.
Huhhhhhhh Huuuuhhhhh
the sound of a person snorting behind his or her body. Still polishing his face with a mask. The mask brush fell on his feet. He tried to take it down.
Aaaaaaakkkkkhhhhhhh ppppooooooooccccccccccooooooooooooo
The face full of the mask looked directly at him with a pale face and eyes glaring at him. She tried to build her husband. But the footsteps stopped because the one on the bed was not her husband but a pocong who smiled horribly at him.
Aaaahhhh Tidaaaakkkk ttttooooolllloooo
Braaaakkkkkkkkkk
Ms. Fatimah collapsed after hitting her bedroom door hard. He realized after the residents gathered in his house. Residents came with Mr. Halil Bu Fatimah's husband. He still hasn't spoken due to last night's incident that happened to him. Ms. Fatimah was sick for almost 5 days. After some recovery she began to tell everything to her husband and children.
Terror continues to occur making the villagers of Roro Asri afraid. Until the seventh day Pak Reksa and Bu Gantari only 4-5 people came. Uncompleted terror from my mother-in-law came again the terror of the red-robed woman.The red-robed woman unceasingly terrorized the citizens of Roro Asri as well as other villagers.
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It turns out that my hunch is right that Aji mas must be behind all this. The three of us devised a plan to quickly find the mastermind behind my parents' murder and the gendhis murder. The clock shows at half 10pm we have to go home. The children who are at home mbak Ida must have fallen asleep.
TOK TOK TOK TOK TOK TOK!!!
"Why no one opens yes mas" I said to Mas Faris because from earlier we knocked on the door that did not open.
"Maybe it's sleeping deck. Do we go home yes deck" replied Mas Faris while peeking at the long window of the house Mother Ida.
"Try once again who knows they heard our beat" I said reassuring Faris.
TOK TOK TOK TOK!!!!
Kriiiiiiekkkkkkk the door was opened. Behind the door appeared a man with his dreadlocks.
"Walah samean to kek narsih. Why from earlier knock on the door, right I open even no one here. Where are you guys hiding? " Hear Mas Eko's Speech Husband mbak Ida. We were stunned because we didn't understand what he was talking about. We both just stared at each other.
We do not speak the word Eko. We just smiled at him. Mas Faris woke the Children while Nurul remained in the hold. Actually, Mother Ida forbids to bring children home. That's right what Ida said. But how else would I not be able to sleep quietly if there were no children in my house.
From a distance we saw an old man sitting in front of our house. The shape of the person's body was no stranger to our eyes. Upon seeing us coming from a distance the old man stood up and approached us.
"Assalamu'alaikum nduk le" said the old man .
"Waalaikumsalam Pak Kyai waiting for us from earlier? " I'm being polite. Mr. Kyai Khosim shook his head with a smile.
We told Mr. Kyai to go inside the house immediately.
What business until Mr. Kyai nightly come here?
I take the kids to the bathroom to clean their bodies before going to bed. While Mas Faris sat in the living room with Mr. Kyai Khosim. Sayup I listened to their talk about Gendhis.
"Are you sure you want to look for these nights? " I said to Mas Faris with a doubtful look.
"Sir, if not immediately traced pity his spirit wants to immediately return to its place. Don't think no to us. Just pray it'll be all right. Mr. Kyai has also asked for help from the village and 2-3 villagers to explore this all" said Mr. Kyai calmed me.
Faris nodded towards me. His face was like understanding to me. I trust all of that to Mr. Kyai and my husband. Fortunately, the villagers are always ready. If something happens they will be at the forefront to help their citizens who are in trouble.
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In a quiet and quiet house came a man half-conscious. He entered his wife's house in the corner of the village. Usually he will go home in the morning or afternoon. Then at night will return to work which does not produce rupiah coffers for his wife and children.
The house is very dark as usual. He knocked on the door a few times. But no one opened it. He was so furious with Anindita that he kicked her hard at the worn out door. He did it because his wife made herself wait too long standing at the door.
When he chose to sit in front of his terrace suddenly..
Kriiiiiieeeekkkkkk Braaaakkkk
When he enters his house. Do not know why the man's body hair goosebumps instantly. With a long road he entered the house.
"Woooyyyy Anindita make me a drink. Husband came not welcomed even in the scene" Shouted Aji who began to look for a petromak lamp. Because the current state of the house is really minimal light. Not even a ray of light is here.
Hihihihihihi
I came massssssssssss hihihihi
Aji looked back and forth looking for the origin of the voice that shocked her. He felt the cold fill the house. He called his wife's name several times. But the one called did not appear. Aji felt her chest tight because inside this house there was no light at all.
Hihihihihihi
Masssssssssss akuuu daaatttaaaaang
Hahaaaaaahhhaaaa
Aji was trying to find a way out. He started to get scared with the sound of crying and laughing from inside the house. Fear was already flowing in his blood. Because He knew it was the voice of the woman He betrayed.
"Here is Gendhis, do not bother me anymore. You are already dead. You are dead. Go away you from here goiiiiiiiiiiii" Hardik Aji while looking for a way for himself to go from the interference of Gendhis.
Aji tried to call his wife again. But the result remains the same. From inside the house appeared the woman in her long red robe and her dreadlocks dangling down. He will never stop to harass traitors and murderers like Aji.
In a very dark living room. Not even a sound of the night beast from outside the house that usually adorns his silent night. Aji grew increasingly frightened by the atmosphere like this dark gripping only the red-robed woman with bulging eyes looked towards her.
"You mustsss matttiiiiiiii Ajiiiiii"
Aaaakkkkhhh
Aji's voice came out when her body was thrown here and there. Fresh blood coming out of his mouth indicates his organs are not okay. He apologized to the red kuntilanak right in front of his face. But it's all too late. There is no apology or forgiveness between the two.
The red Kuntilanak is angry at the man he once loved. Betrayal, heinous murder, and his body is not properly buried which makes him have to take revenge. Aji's body was crushed and his right hand was broken due to the action of the red kuntilanak. His condition is very concerning. If he had not committed treason, then this would never have happened.
"Arrrgghhgg you must admit it to all the people of Aji. Find my body or you'll never be happy for the rest of your life hihihihi" shouted the shrill red kuntilanak.
Aji's already helpless body, dragged around the house. Blood was everywhere. Aji could only stare around with eyes that were already unable to see the world. Shouting is free there will be no results. Because the one who drags is not a person, but a demon who wants to take revenge on him.
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While at Mr. Mahmud's residence, Anindita is cooking dinner for Budhe and his pack. Anindita intentionally stayed here. Because she already knew the character of her husband who rarely came home. He was resigned if he would die in Aji's hands.
Anindita thought about the fate of her life path full of twists and turns. He did not realize if the soup he made spilled out of the pot.
"Your mother why are you so dumb? "
Ms. Ina who heard the sound of water stewing from inside the kitchen suddenly ran towards the kitchen. Then turn off the stove axis that almost ate up the pot containing soup. Huuuhhhh He sighed.
Seeing his nephew just speechless slicing cucumber but his eyes looked towards the front. He approached Anindita who had been daydreaming.
"Nduk don't think too deeply about your husband. Later you will be sick. Poor the children of Nduk. " Say Ms. Ina while stroking her nephew's arm. The woman looked at Budhe who was already considered her parents.
"I am not strong enough to accept all the treatment of Aji to me. He has turned away Budheeee. I can't stand it anymore" the woman's cry broke in her Budhe's embrace.
Ms. Ina held back the tears from falling in front of her beloved niece. He provides support and advice that He himself will not be strong if in his position.
"Are you going to divorce Nduk? It's okay if you're not strong. Let your children stay here with you. I'm sorry Budhe and your sirde. We were wrong in choosing a partner for you. Forgive us Nduk" Saut pakde who had eavesdropped on Anindita and Bu Ina.
Hearing Mr. Mahmud's words made Anindita rethink her fate. If He is separated, He must prepare for His death. But if he survives then slowly his inner tormented. Because her husband often threatened not to hesitate to kill her. Hearing every word that came out of Mr. Mahmud's mouth, Anindita's tears flooded his cheeks.
He hugged Ina and Mahmud very tightly. It was as if tomorrow he would never meet the two. After a long time in sadness. They went on to have dinner that Anindita had cooked.
"Budhe Pakde nitip son Dita again yes. I'm going to sleep at home again. Worried tomorrow mas Aji early in the morning came" Anindita said to Ina and Mahmud. The two of them persuaded Anindita to stay with him for a while. But Anindita did not obey her will.
Anindita completely ignored their request. He stepped his foot out of the house. His footsteps were not on his way home. Tonight he made plans with someone.
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