Pocong Terror in Rejo Pakis Village

The rise of terror 1

A village called Pakis Rejo located in a small town in Central Java is a village that the majority of the population works as farmers and also raise livestock. Most of the people there cultivate rice fields to be planted with various types of rice to meet their food needs, and also they are also many who raise buffalo for the needs of plowing fields and for livestock to breed and provide a great profit for the keeper. Likewise with my parents, they certainly have rice fields and also raise buffalo like other residents.

One day, there was the terror of a pocong that shocked all the villagers of Pakis Rejo. I was a kid then. The pocong terrorized every citizen from home, even in the streets when there were citizens who passed on the streets of my village.

"Sir, jare ono pocong around saiki village.( Sir, he said there is a pocong around the village at this time )" said my mother that night when pamit father wanted to go to night patrol in the village.

"Yo piye maneh bu, wong wes ronda. Gelem ragelem yo kudu said.(yes want how else ma'am, people have turned pat. Want to not want ya have to go)" answered the father while out of the house with a holster and flashlight. From the beginning in my village was always held a night patrol. In addition to keeping the village safe from the vines that could have plundered the house and also the buffalo, the activity can also be a place of friendship between the fathers of the villagers because during the day they are all busy in their respective fields without any time to chat.

I who was helping my mother peeling peanuts just silently listened to the chatter of mother and father about the pocong in our village.

"Mom, jare dhe Muji wintaie pressed pocong also nang mburi cage.((Ma'am, said Budhe Muji yesterday at the pocong also behind the cage)" I said to Mom when you had gone patrolling.

"Awis after all Well ojo mbok discuss, miko nek koe weruh dewe even wedi.(already well do not you discuss, later if you meet yourself even afraid)"my mom said so I wouldn't talk about the pocong. Undeniably, in fact Mother also felt afraid of the existence of the demon pocong.

"Wooiii kang Tejo, how about dewe wong loro anyway ? Lah Bardi karo Sardi nandi iki?(Wooiii kang Tejo, how are we just the two of us anyway ? Lah Bardi same Sardi where is this?)"ask the father when he arrived at the patrol post and only found Kang Tejo who was sitting alone at the patrol post while smoking a cigarette.

"Take iki podo nandi wong loro kae. Jo muni mergo terror pocong kae njuk do wegah metu ronda (do not know where the two people are. Don't tell me because the terror of the pocong keeps them from going out to patrol)." replied Kang Tejo as he continued to smoke a cigarette tucked in his finger. And finally only Mr and Kang Tejo patrolled that night.

"Copy of ra Kang?(coffee isn't kang?)" kang Tejo offers a cup of coffee to you. The sign nodded in agreement. You look around, the atmosphere is very quiet now. Only the sound of buffalo residents who occasionally make a sound. Kang Tejo was busy brewing coffee in a glass.

"Bluk" sounded like a falling object. Kang Tejo, who was stirring coffee, jumped from the cots at the patrol station. Father also swiftly took a flashlight and searched for the source of the sound.

"Sstt. kang. Kang Kusno." call Kang Tejo clean. My father who heard Kang Tejo calling just looked and put his index finger in front of his lips, as if to signal that Kang Tejo did not make a sound.

He continued his search, while Kang Tejo followed behind him.

"Kang, mending dewe charred wae. Sampeyan mrono kae, I don't metu kene.(Kang, please let us search. You go there, I don't go through here)." said Father to Kang Tejo who was still trailing behind him.

"But kang,"Kang Tejo tried to reject the suggestion of the Father.

"Ojo but-button. Mengko nek turns out to wong sing gawe elek intention even keno crew dewe. Iki kajuse dewe saiki sik pada. Wes ndang cepetan (.No buts. Later if it turns out that there are people who intend to be ugly even we both get hit. This is our duty which is currently being taken care of. I'm sorry.)"Disputate my father to Kang Tejo who refused to split up. To be honest, Kang Tejo must be afraid to walk alone in the middle of the night. Illumination is lacking in the village because currently electricity has not been evenly distributed throughout the village. Only a few houses are classified as capable that have been illuminated with electricity. The other houses only use a lamp block (a lamp with a wick and kerosene fuel) for inside the house, and to get out of the house they usually use a torch. Armed with a flashlight that he brought from home, inevitably he followed the father's advice to keep going around looking for a source of sound like falling goods earlier.

After a long search but no results, Kang Tejo and my father re-assembled at the patrol post.

"Ora ono opo - opo kang. I wes muter seko sisih kono maring next to wetan do not find blas sing suspicious. (nothing kang. I've been muttering from there to the east not finding anything suspicious at all)" Kang Tejo told the father.

"Podo Kang, I also ora nemu opo-opo.(same Kang, I also found nothing)." replied Mr.

"Krassaakk bluuggg" again heard the sound of objects falling not far from where Mr and Kang Tejo guard the night. The two looked at each other. As a result, the two stood up and approached the source of the voice earlier. There was an elongated black shadow in the thickets of lush banana trees not far from the patrol post.

"Opo kui kang ? koyo bandosa's.(.Is that Kang ? Like a coffin)." asked Kang Tejo to Father. Mr and Kang Tejo were aghast to see a coffin of dead bodies in the bushes of a fairly lush banana tree.

"Come report Mr. Sukma."say Mr. to Kang Tejo. Soon Mr and Kang Tejo headed to the village chief's house to tell the existence of coffins in the banana garden.