Pocong Terror in Rejo Pakis Village

Black Figure On The Leg

This dinner was quieter. My Mom and I sped up dinner without any chat on the sidelines. I want it to stop immediately and immediately go into bed and fall asleep until the next morning.

Krraasshanaakk .. blug ...

I stared at Mom, and so did Mom. His face looked pale, but still looked stiff. Mom put the food back in her mouth. So did Father. They try to behave appropriately. But I know, Father and Mother hold the same fear and worry as I do.

"Not to be noticed, Nduk. You just continue eating it. Cepetan." ordered the Father in a soft voice. I'm nodding. I'll finish my dinner soon. I must be strong in the face of terror tonight. Especially considering that someone dared to dismantle his tomb. I imagine that creepy pocong figure will terrorize blindly because his tomb in broken irresponsible people.

Cartridge ... dug ... dug ... dug ...

The sound of someone hitting the cage softly. Mr. shuffled, walking towards the window to peek out through the crack. I approached Mom, holding tightly to Mom's arm. Mother who was still trying to calm down hugged me tightly. But you can't lie. My heart rate feels really fast.

"We'll stay here." ordered the father. The living room is the most comfortable. Hoping that Mas Samsul's pocong did not enter and suddenly appeared before us. All our lives we never messed with him.

"What's up, sir?" ask the Father who is still peeking out.

"Some are standing in the middle of the cage." replied the Father.

"Pockmarks?" many spontaneous. Father shakes.

"It's not clear, Nduk. You still see, the fear of people who have evil intentions is the same as us."

"Most?" I guessed - Nebak said Father.

"It could be that way." replied Mr. Slowly.

"That's a pocong, sir. No one could have dared to go out the night since there was a pocongnya Mas Samsul." I argue.

"It could be, Nduk. His name is a man of evil intentions, nothing will deter his intentions." now I'm starting to make a sound.

"So you asked Mr. Kusno, he said it was true that the rumors were Minah story." said the Father again sat with us. Mom had finished tidying up the food marks and put them in the kitchen without washing them.

"Who did it, sir?" ask Mother.

"It's not known yet, ma'am. It's just that according to witnesses who saw, there was a large tall man seen walking through the tomb."

"Someone see that, sir?" timpal.

According to the story of the Father, Mbah Tomo saw a suspicious person walking around the tomb. He thought it was just someone who happened to pass by. But after thinking about it, since this pocong terror incident there are no longer any residents who dare to cross around the tomb after night comes. Even if only other villagers pass by, it is impossible to also pass by the road near the tomb. The road is just a small and quiet path. There is still a village main road that is wider and brighter because there are not many large trees covering the road. After all, the village has been given electricity and small lights for street lighting. Although not all residents are able to install electricity, but our village already has lighting in some places as a village facility.

Tonight we rolled out a mat and coated it with a cotton mattress in the living room. The three of us slept together tonight. I heard no more mysterious beats like that.

"Yu Siti how are you, ma'am." I muttered to Mother who seemed to have closed her eyes. But I know that Mom hasn't actually slept.

"It's improved, Nduk. I ate this afternoon."

Thankfully, Yu Siti was already progressing. Given that we have heard stories from parents before Mom if we meet the figure of the pocong and we get sick, most likely we will not live long. Moreover, the pocong included a fierce demon figure and was willing to chase after humans. Even the pocong was willing to spit on the human caught by him. Even if until we are exposed to spit pocong, our bodies will smell rotten that is very rotten and can not be removed until death pick up. I don't know, I hope it's all just a myth.

It feels so peaceful tonight. Even until I fell asleep was not heard the slightest of disturbances that usually have appeared bertubi disrupt the comfort of our rest. Until I finally gasped when I found a cold object touching my feet. I screamed with all my might as I saw a jet-black figure sitting under my feet. He pulled my body into his arms. My mother tried to calm me down.

"Don't look, Nduk." said the Father, holding my body tightly and trying to reach my head deeper into his arms.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim." I heard the wife repeatedly and prayed to God to ask for His protection. The stench was still strong. Unceasingly the Father and Mother read the best prayer and the verse of the chair over and over again. Gradually the foul smell that had disturbed the smell began to fade. From the crevices of my Father's arm I did not see again the black figure that had touched the skin of my feet. My cry is still heard, but my breath is beginning to stretch.

"There's nothing, sir." said Mom to Dad. Slowly, I let go of his embrace. I still keep sobbing. My mother hugged me again, and my father gave me water to drink.

"I can't figure it out to show up here, sir." mumbling to Dad. He just shook his head, his hands were busy pinching my feet. Slowly my crying began to subside. Fortunately, I did not see his face. It was just the shape and the cloth that wrapped around his body had blackened.

"It's a charade, sir." I said softly.

"Have, don't remember." said the father.

Until the morning between us no one fell asleep. The wall clock is at half-three in the morning. My father repeatedly persuaded me to sleep, but I insisted on refusing. I don't want this to happen again. I can't even imagine that I suddenly slept hugging a pocong.

The sounds of the night animals are no longer heard from each other. Some roosters belonging to neighbors have also started crowing. Hope the morning will come soon and put an end to all our fears tonight.

Mom went to the bathroom, went to the kitchen to prepare hot water for the three of us. It feels quite soothing to sip hot tea when the atmosphere is gripping like this.

I stopped sipping the tea that I was enjoying when I saw Mom's figure passing through the kitchen door smiling at me. How could there be two Mothers, while one Mother was right in front of me holding a hot tea cup like me.

"B ... Mommy?"