Pocong Terror in Rejo Pakis Village

The Tomb is Unloaded

Either until when the terror of the pocong that he said incarnation of the spirit of Mas Samsul ended. Every day we and the residents have to go through a very long night. Even sometimes during the day the pocong dares to give a sign of its existence by sounding something like a blunt object that is pushed into the wood or door, or the aroma - the unpleasant aroma that comes - arrives.

"How did Mr. Dayat feel, Mom?" I asked Mom who was busy wrapping dry emping into plastic.

"It must be sad, Nduk. Moreover, his son is slandered like this." said Mother.

"Mom sure it wasn't Mas Samsul?"

Mother took a long breath. It seems like I want to give an answer that is easy for a child like me to understand.

"All who die will return to the giver of life, Nduk. So it's clear that it's not Mas Samsul." said Mother assured me.

"There are those who say that Mas Samsul became the victim of black magic, Mom" I said to make Mom immediately stop her activities.

"Astaghfirullah's. Sopo sing kondo, Nduk?"

"Many, Mom. He said Mas Samsul was deliberately made dazed to end his own life."

"So that means Mas Samsul is used?" looks like I really didn't know about the bird.

"Yes, Mom. He said Mas Samsul was made dazed, frustrated because he was left behind by Mbak Ayu." I continued to make Mother mangosteen.

"Mother remember ndak? Before Mas Samsul was found to be a corpse was already another appearance. Tangled, unfocused every one who chatted, even like a young man who already had no hope." continued I then made Mother think hard.

"Yes, yes, Nduk. Mother remembered. But is the news really that? Then who would have made Samsul like that?"

I shrugged both shoulders and passed. I just want to play with Atun. Because when I'm with Atun, there will be more news that I will hear about the current rumors of terror.

"Night someone dug up Mas Samsul's grave." Atun chirped suddenly as we were busy chewing on the ripe fruit series. Usually we children often climb and collect series fruit to eat. The shape is round small-small similar to ciplukan but the color is red when it is mature. It was sweet, the tree was tall and lush.

I heard Atun's words. Even the fruits that I had chewed canceled me swallow and stopped in my throat.

"Guilt" he said again convincingly.

"Who did it?"

Atun shrugged his shoulders. He shook.

"For sure also adherents of black magic" he said lightly.

I do not understand, there are only those who can dismantle the tomb that has not even forty days.

"Tali pocongnya says." Atun added making my tongue accidentally bitten.

"Do you know where, Tun?"

"So many mornings, well. I even looked there. His grave has been excavated, and buried again with origin. The wooden stakes are also removed and only placed in any place." he said at length.

There is no fear of this friend. Even he dared to come to the tomb to see the grave that had been terrorizing the villagers.

"Keep his grave remains in such a place?" manya curious.

"Yes ndak toh. Mr. Sukma asked for help from residents to repair the tomb of Mas Samsul. His face was black, and it was beginning to rot. Smells, just like the rumors are going around." he said.

For a moment I was pensive, recalling the figure I met at the end of my bedroom bed. A figure who stood firm with a blackened and rotting face, his eyes fixedly staring at me. With a shroud that already looks shabby filled with body fluids that seep. It gives off a foul scent that cannot be expressed.

"Is Mr Dayat there?" tanyaku later.

"Is. But Mr. Dayat looks tough. There wasn't even the slightest cry at the sight of his son's body."

"Maybe he's sincere" I said chimed in.

Silent. Atun did not continue his story. We are caught in each other's minds. What will happen tonight. Is the terror of the pocong will increasingly become. Especially now that the strap has disappeared. I can't imagine how it will be the night that the pocong goes around and around looking for the straps that are taken by people who intend to be ugly. I shuddered at the horror he made.

"Fear. But I'm not alone. After all the villagers also experienced." he replied lightly with a smile. I smiled wryly hearing it. That's right, not even just me and Mom saw it. Father, Kang Tejo, Yu Siti, even almost all residents have seen. Including sataymen who used to pass on the streets of the village now seems to never sell again.

I rushed to take a shower when the big clock that belonged to the Father showed at four in the afternoon.

"Tumben's been in the shower?" say Mother.

"Sumuk, Mum."

Mom is still busy wrapping emping into plastic.

"Which father, Mom?"

"In the cage." replied Mom briefly.

"Sir." called me when I saw my man busy feeding his buffalo. Since there was terror, you always gave a lot of feed for his buffalo for stock overnight. Unlike before, you always refill the feed every night when you see the grass has begun to run out.

"What's up, Nduk?" answer gently while occasionally throwing grass that starts to dry in the feed container.

"Have you heard the story this morning?"

"Challenge what?"

"Mas Samsul's Tomb that was dismantled by people" I said softly.

Father stopped his busyness. He looked at me and sat down beside me.

"Who did you say?"

"Atun, Sir. Even Atun also came to the tomb and saw for himself." I said.

"Try me later you don't find out. Now you come in. Close the windows and all the curtains. In the check not to let anyone not be locked." ask me.

Maybe just like me, you are worried that later tonight there will be more severe terror than usual. Especially with the dead.

"Ono opo anyway, Nduk?" mother asked when she saw me busy closing all the windows and curtains at a clock like this.

"Father told me, Mom."

"Tumbens. It was still afternoon." he said.

"Mom, have you heard the story?" I approached Mom.

"Mas Samsul's Tomb was dismantled by the same people." I whispered. Mom was surprised, it seems like Mom and Dad did not know about this news.

"Say the pocong rope is also gone." I continued to make Mother even more surprised.

"Who did you say? Don't make it up."

"Atun, Ma. This morning geger. Even the wooden stakes are also removed and placed in any place" I said telling what I heard from Atun.

"La Atun knows where?"

"Atun saw for himself, Mom. He's coming with his father to the grave."

"Astaghfirullah's. How is this." Mother looked agitated and confused.

"Mother looking for Father?" my many. But I did not answer, Mother was busy here and there confused.

"Father to the neighbor, ma'am. Again find information about the story earlier." I said to make Mom stop the confusion. Like me, Mom rushed to take a shower and finished all her work. Not to forget, I have prepared all the food inside and washed all the cooking utensils that are usually washed when we all finish eating.