Horror Village

JELMAAN MAS FARIS

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"So this is so that we both know who is real and what is fake. I give you a challenge." Said mr. Kyai loudly posing a challenge.

we all took a serious look at Mr. Kyai because we wanted to know what exactly the challenge he loved.

"He old bangka!! Don't linger !! don't beat around the bush just saying what a challenge is. All the challenges you pose I have never been afraid of and will never lose ha ha ha. " with his eyes glaring at us the Incarnation boasted of itself as if it were the strongest on this earth.

"Sir Narsih, I ask for 1 bottle that has not filled" said Pak kyai

"Sweep sir kyai kulo mendhet aken riyen" I replied as I released the hand of mas faris who had hugged my waist.

(Yes, mr. Kyai, I'll take a minute)

while walking half-running I thought about being flanked with 1 empty bottle? Here are 1 bottle of syrup.

But for a moment I smelled a bad smell. What's this smell? like a carcass smell? are there any dead rats? I've been looking for it. Now I have to finish my business that has not been done.

while I tidied my clothes and skirts due to the incarnations, I took my hijab which I hung in the mosque.

"*niki mr. kyai the bottle, sorry sir this is the former syrup of the children" I told mr. Kyai.

"it's okay nduk." replied the kyai sir while taking the bottle I put into his hand*.

" Well, without lingering, I only challenge you enough 1 challenge.Who among you can enter the bottle that I hold is the real husband Narsih." Pak kyai said by lifting the old bottle. I was a little disappointed with the challenge that Pak Kyai gave me. where can mas faris get into the bottle.

I looked in front of Faris. A look of sadness on his face.

"Ngapunten mr. Kyai, is there no other challenge than this? " Ask my husband to mr. kyai. mr. kyai just a smile. I increasingly do not understand the challenge that sir Kyai gave to my husband.

"Why are you afraid? you gabisa? you better give up. Just getting into that little bottle can't. What kind of husband do you ha ha ha." the laughter of that incarnation became more and more so that it brought down the dignity of my husband. I can only see the view to mas faris which is now starting to dim.

"I will go first into the bottle old bangka!!. How could the man do such a trivial thing." the incarnation puffed up his chest while pointing at mas faris.

Aaaaaarggggggghhhhhhhhhh

the incarnation groaned as if it would change. Slowly he turned into a little human.

Aaaarrrrgggggghhhhhhhhhhhh

the incarnation continued its action turned into black smoke and began to enter the bottle.After inside he changed again into the incarnation of mas faris.

the three of us were gaping to see the incident in disbelief . I saw Pak Kyai his mouth komat kamit read something. "Please help me read Surah al Fatihah al-falaq Al-ikhlas An-nas." Mr. Kyai asked us to read to the four suras.

we also agreed, although actually my husband and I were a little confused because the incarnation had managed to get into the bottle. The sign my husband lost with the incarnation.My feelings began to not because.However I just obey what Pak kyai khosim ordered to us.

after reading surah pak kyai that put the bottle into a plastic bag and tied with a white rope.we are increasingly confused what is done pak kyai.

"It turns out that Faris' incarnation was no ordinary person. He's a genderuwo who disguises himself as faris. It's been a long time after you nduk Narsih. Of all the efforts made by this Genderuwo tried to approach you, only this time he managed to meet you by incarnating as Faris." Kyai explained the details to us. My husband and I were a little relieved to hear Mr. Kyai's explanation. I hugged my husband as if I was afraid of losing him again.

"But don't be happy, multiply the istighfar and draw nearer to the distrust of Allah. Take care of your children. Danger will come at any time." continued Pak Kyai gave us wudjangan.

I serve food and drinks to Mr. Kyai. After the talk, Pak Kyai was ready to go home. We offered to pray together with us but Pak Kyai refused subtly. He said that he should be a priest in the mosque. We don't mind his refusal.

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"grab nurul thirsty, there is still ga water in the bottle mbak?" I'm a little strange to see the nurul from earlier drinking has no end.

"you're the deck from earlier noticing the drinking continues. How many bottles of ice did you drink? It's not good to drink ice much. Remember what Mom said? " my words are a little angry with my actions. It's not usually like this.

"Yes remember mbak. But now mbak silent first do not talk much. nurul is still thirsty this. where the mbak drink bottle." his behavior is increasingly not the nurul I know. Already maybe he was very thirsty let alone the weather was hot like this. I just give my drinking bottle the remaining half of it.

I noticed her behavior getting weird. He asked for water continuously. Which makes me even more confused he asked the other angkot passengers who incidentally are children passengers home from school as well.

I had to reprimand him with a little snapping. because he had gone too far to ask other passengers in a way like a lazy person. Usually if I reprimand 1 time he just silence and apologize. Now he I reprimand even answer more fiercely than me. Why this kid?

"Sir me down at the front fork yes" I said to the driver and ignored the chattering that had begun to digress. His speech was not polite at all.

after arriving at the junction we got down from the angkot and immediately paid for it. The distance to my house is far. The road to the house passes the road that there are only 2 3 houses there. On the right and left side of the road there are acid trees and distance trees.

Not to forget the bamboo trees are very dense along with the public grave.we passed it was used to the atmosphere like this.

we walked along as usual.

"you don't like it with your attitude that seems the same as old or young people you have to respect each other. Not even as easy as before. If you do the same thing, you can not hesitate2 to report it to your father and mother so that you are given punishment." Ocehku to Nurul.

"mis can be em ga anyway. From earlier nyerocos only mouth no tired. I've grown up thinking I have to be crazy respecting them." I don't know what causes my brother to be like that. Already the name of a child must be well educated.maybe the way I was harshly reprimanding him too hard as before.

I hugged him as a sign of apology because from earlier I was angry with him. At the time of hugging him I felt his back soaked.

it's true now the weather is hot again, but cooking sweat can be a lot like that.

"Just a second deck. This is why your backside shirt is soaking wet like this? You were playing chase with your friends hm? " I checked the back of my sister. He just smiled looking at me.

The blood? Yes blood. There's blood on my back, I'm holding his back. The blood was getting out through the furrow uniform until it was torn apart.

The smell of blood coming into my nose, I'm worried why it's like this.

" you why deck? did you fall while running around with your friend? " I asked to investigate. He did not answer, but he smiled so wide

Krrreeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

Nurul's jawbone is broken. The white little teeth that are often shown when making small mistakes are now replaced with pointy teeth full of blood grinning at me.

her fingernails are now turning black and elongated.Slowly my sister's sweet face is turning into a terrible creature.

Her eyes hung left and right. My feelings were no longer between believing and not believing. Who is this horrible creature.

Aaaaarrrrrrgggghhhhhhhhhh you must dieiiiiiiiiii

The horrible creature shouted.The sound that came out was not my sweet fat voice. She is a very angry woman.

why does he want me dead?.

aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh she pulled my hair.

that scary face was right next to me. The smell of carnation disturbs my sense of smell.

Lepasiiiin Remastered kuuuu hair. You who? where's my grandpa?

the face was getting closer to me. slowly the skin area on his body began to peel off. Looking at a scene like this made me want to vomit.

I spit on his face that approached me. With all my strength I ran away from the woman.My breath was boring.

My run was so tight that it fell many times but even though it fell many times I kept running to avoid the attack from the woman.

I paused for a moment under a very thick mango tree belonging to mahmud sir.I saw about, Alhamdulillah the woman was no more.

Let me sit under that mango tree. The atmosphere of this street is gripping. Nocturnal no different. lush tree as if glaring at me.

huuuuuhhhhhh I took a deep breath.

Suddenly my head felt wet.I held my head and kissed my hand. The blood? my eyes glared at the black blood. Where's this blood from?

hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

the shrill voice came from above this mango tree.I slowly raised my head up. It turned out that the woman was cupping on a branch of a tree that almost collapsed because it consumed age.

hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii hhhhhiiiiiiii You must die kamuuuuu must dieiiiiiiiiiiii hhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

the sound of that shrill is becoming more and more so.

kuntilanak keeps following behind. while here there is no one. Silent. Only the sound of kuntilanak shrillanak and my breath that ngos bored.

after repeatedly falling down, I tried to get up and stand back up so as not to be attacked by Kuntilanak. With my legs dragged, I tried to walk fast.

Mahmud's house is visible.

Did I just stop by Mahmud sir's house? if he's home, I need someone's help right now.

after arriving in front of his house I went straight into his yard, because the bamboo fence was not locked.

Peeeer miiiii pakkkk buuuukkkk Assalamu'alaikum

I called mahmud sir and bu siti in a stammering voice.

"Wa'alaikumsalam eh Laras, Loh why is ngosan that nduk?" lady finally came out after I called a few times.

"Bu in saaaa naaaa in sa na no kunnnn kunnnti lanak bu please barrel bu" I still ngosan because run a considerable distance to avoid the kuntilanak.

ms. Siti asked me to go inside her house and then get her a glass of water. I take a sip of water served by bu siti to reduce fear and anxiety.

"Other times when you go home from school ask your father to pick you up. Don't go home alone. The road to your house is empty. So there must be friends to be safe "Sita said, stroking my hair while calming.

I did not explain the details of the incident I experienced. I just kept quiet and listened to Ms. Siti's advice.

"It was appointed first to drink it, after that let mom nganterin you go home yes" said mom siti still stroking my hair.

Thank God mom wants to take me home. In this way I am a little relieved even though it is not good because it has been troublesome.I just reply to the words of bu siti with a nod.

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**poV Father

FLASHBACK ON**

"The corn to the south is ready to be harvested. We need 2-3 more people to help you. Try to find it for tomorrow. Later we talk about his salary is worth what wage." I said to my 3 friends who helped manage this rice field.

"Express mas. Later in the afternoon coming home from the rice fields I want to invite my neighbors hopefully they will." said Parman

indeed, before I had a rice field he often gave me motivation for the spirit of life and never give up. occasionally complain may but never give up.

I manage my father's paddy fields well. Although many times failed, but I am sure one day I will succeed in becoming a big farmer.

Paddy field relics of kutanami rice, corn and also vegetables mayur. With the capital that always makes the muter and the results I can save to buy the land that is now built into the home of my beloved wife and I.

My application was always rejected by his Father Deck Narsih. Maybe because I don't have a job yet, so Narsih's parents are afraid that their children will get a partner who is hanging out. However, I was never desperate to get her. I continued to work hard until I could buy a few acres of land and have a farm worker.

"Mas faris ga go home ta already want Adzan dzuhur. Usually mas Faris invite Mbak Narsih to the market, "Say Rahmat disperse my daydream.

I forgot that I had to pick up my wife who was selling in the market. I warned you a few times to stay home, but my wife always refused. The reason for his silence at home alone he was lonely and his body was all sick.

"I say yes Father wants to pick up wife first. Do not forget to eat lunch first so as not to lack when starting to work" I said as I say goodbye to the father who runs my rice field.

"Sweep sir faris"

"Picture mas faris, "their answer is simple to each other.

With this butut bike I slowly walked down the road to the market while enjoying the atmosphere of my adem village but, a little creepy because Along the way there are banyan trees , mango trees and also very shady bamboo trees.

The roar of my motorcycle became very noisy in the silence of this village. After arriving at the T-junction from a distance I saw someone there. Usually if approaching the dzuhur adhan like this very rarely people pass by on this quiet road.

I pushed my motorbutut to get to him for a while. It seemed like the man was walking towards my house. Who her?

The pace is so fast as if it has a certain purpose.I increase the speed of my motor. But what is this power is only a motor butut. Although the speed plus the result is well like this. It can't be fast like a good bike.

My wife always advised me to sell the bike. However, I ignored it because speda ontel and motor butut I became a witness to my struggle in my youth.

I'm behind that guy now. She turns out to be a man. Like her I'm not a stranger to seeing her posture.

"Assalamu'alaikum pak kyai", Sapaku to mr. kyai.

I immediately got off and stopped my bike.

" Waalaikumsalam's... Did Faris just come home from the rice fields? " Tanya mr. Kyai saw me carrying my cowboy hat.

"Express.. Mr. kyai badhe teng pundhi kok looks like he's in a hurry so," Tanyaku

mr. Kyai explained his purpose and purpose if he wanted to visit my house. However, more clearly let's just talk at home for a while.all go home I want to tell deck Narsih if I'm a little late to pick him up because of the arrival of guests. I don't know why I forgot not to bring my phone.

I bonceng mr. Kyai riding my butut motorbike. Along the way Pak Kyai told me if he wanted to hold mass circumcision for the villagers. The event will be held in a field near the mushola.

"Would this bamboo tree be cut down only yo Leh, let it be a little brighter and not look scary. Poor children if they go to school or teach must be afraid and will run around when they see something on this bamboo tree, "Tukas pak kyai.

Hearing the words of Pak kyai khosim there is a right as well. By cutting down one of the trees can help in the lighting of children to go and go home njai or school.

"Remember mr. kyai... Tomorrow we talk to Mbah Ina and also the husband . I hope they will deign to cut down one of the trees here to help the lighting of the citizens.

When I got to the front of the house I saw the front door open slightly. Did mugkin Dek Narsih come home first because I took too long to pick her up.

Kyai and I looked at each other and parked my motorcycle in front of the house. We were both going into the house but strangely we bounced. We did it repeatedly.

"Astagfirullah. nak Faris if there is someone in your house, " Ask Pak kyai wonder.

"As if there is someone Pak Kyai in my house, there is most likely my wife inside. These sandals are lying here." I replied

My face is pale. I worry my wife why-why.why every time I go in with Pak kyai we bounce. It was as if we could not enter my own home.

"It seems like someone is playing magic here, please help me to recite the verse of the chair and never stop before I tell him to. Stay focused, do not be affected by anything" ordered the kyai sir.

I also obeyed what Mr. Kyai ordered, we both sat cross-legged in front of the house. With a hoarse voice, Pak Kyai recited the verses of the Qur'an. I just followed her by reading Ayat Kursi.

In the third chair verse I began not to focus because it was like someone threw something. The wind started blowing very fast as if to bring us into the vortex.

I heard sayup sayup pak kyai has finished his reading.

"Leh before we go inside I want to warn you if you have to trust your wife. She was just trapped by a subtle creature who transformed as you, Whatever is done with your wife is all just a trap incarnate it" said Pak kyai reminded me.

Degh. La ilaha illallah.My mouth does not stop saying the phrase tawhid.may my wife be well.

Bismilbornrahmanirrahim's...

Allahuahbar...

thank goodness we can go inside. The aura of this house is not as usual. It feels so hot.

Toooolloooong Tooooollloooong

That's my wife's voice, it came from Laras' room. With a little running me and Pak kyai towards the origin of the sound. In front of Laras' room I gedor gedor my son's bedroom door.

"whoever is outside help me"

My wife's voice asks for help.

For a long time we tried to open the door to the room. However, it didn't work. I gave Mr. Kyai permission to find the spare key. It's weird why there's no key at all when I put it here.

I went back to Kyai with empty hands. Kyai tried to calm me down. I looked down and tried the last way......

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