Pocong Terror in Rejo Pakis Village

The intention of the Tomb

This afternoon Mr. Sukma asked some people to see where Mr. and Kang Tejo saw the man who was told last night. After talking long and serious enough, finally Mr and Mr. Sholeh accompanied by Mr. Sukma himself scouted the scene where Mas Samsul was found. There are no suspicious movements there. There was not even the slightest sign of anyone in that place.

"Kang Kusno sure?" Mr. Sukma ascertains the truth of the Father's speech.

"That's sure, sir. It was surup." replied Mr. sure. Of course, all this is worth suspecting. Approaching the time of maghrib but there are still people who dare to roam in a place that for the citizens is considered a dumping ground for the jinn child. A place that is famous for being haunted and loaded with mystical things. So naturally if the body of Mas Samsul is stiff when found by residents who will go to the rice fields where the location of the rice field passes through the place. So it is rare for anyone to pass through the place up close if there is no interest.

"High, tall figure. Similar to the deceased." said the father who made Mr. Sukma and Pak Soleh confused.

"There is no way that Samsul himself will be there. Isn't that right, sir?"

They're speechless. It might really be Samsul. If it's really unfortunate the fate of the child, life in the world is full of trials. Mati was still not calm.

"Is there never any knowledge for the deceased at his home, sir?" ask Mr. Sukma. Mr. Sukma shook his head. I don't know, Mr. Dayat and his family have never held a prayer together for the anniversary of his son's death.

"Well, that's it, sir." He pointed to a place that they had already visited. The day is surup. The sky is also starting to change color. Although the view was blocked by the sunlight that began to return to the place of the contest, it was still very clear for them to see a tall figure at the scene. The figure looks like confusion, sometimes looking up, sometimes like a frustrated person.

"Truly similar." muttered Mr. Soleh after seeing the figure.

"Is the funeral time for Samsul all reasonable, sir?" suddenly I asked a question that made me wonder about the answer.

"It's normal, ma'am." replied Mr. Brief.

"Are there no irregularities when handling the body until it reaches the pit?" I'm clucking, it's really upset that I have to talk about this kind of thing at night. Do you not fear that Mas Samsul will come again here at midnight. I pulled my legs and bent them until my knees touched my chest. The cold that has begun to feel because it enters the dry season begins to feel piercing the skin. Even my bones feel the same way.

"As usual, Mom. His eyes cannot be closed. It has been tried many times to close it, keep it open again." said the Father who accompanied Istighfar many times by Mother.

"No, I can do that, sir."

"Mother doesn't know either, Mom. You just take a bath, so you also do not dare to ask questions like-macan marena worried that someone will be offended." said the Father.

"Eye gaze like there is a sense of fear if according to the Father." added the father ended the story. The state of silence returned, the three of us drifting in our respective minds.

"Mom, tonight Minah sleeps with Mom and Dad again, yes." I asked. Mom and Dad smiled.

"Ngooeekkk .. ngooeekk ... "

There was a boisterous sound of buffalo from the cage. I immediately moved to see what happened. Fearing that there would be evil intentions on our buffaloes or thieves who would take our buffalo.

"Astaghfirullah." He quickly closed the back door and went back inside after intending to see what was going on back there.

I think I understand what happened to my father. Mother gave a glass of water and directly in the drink until the toilet by the Father.

"We're just here. Just let the train, later if it has gone it will be silent by itself, said Mr. slowly.

You peek from the back door gap, apparently the figure is still at home surviving there. Seen from the look of the face of the Father who looked anxious.

"We go to bed." Take me to my room. Father also participated. We let the figure stay out there and try to ignore it.

As usual I helped Mom wrap emping for sale in the market. I'm so grateful that figure didn't bother us all the way inside. So that last night I could sleep peacefully and soundly.

"Yu, healthy?" greet Mother when she sees Yu Siti taking a morning walk accompanied by her son.

"alhamdulillah, Yu."

Yu Siti's body looked thin. Much like before I got sick because I often get terror.

"Pity, yes, ma'am." I said.

"Not discussed. There you get ready for school." said Mother.

"Kang, Kang Kusna." Mr. Sukma yelled to Dad that afternoon shortly after I got home from school.

"What's up, sir?" apparently you were taking a nap when Lak Summa came.

"Oh my God, when, sir?" suddenly, I screamed in shock. Mr. Sukma said, residents asked to dismantle the tomb and see if there was something that threw it away should repo-repot disturb the villagers..

"How should? ask the curious.

"Pak Dayat does not approve. What his son looked like after a month in the bury.

"It's only natural that Mr. Dayat disagrees. No one wants his family's grave to be dumped again for something." said Mother who is justified by all including me.

I followed you to the tomb.I wanted to see for myself what happened there. Usually Atun will also be there because he is classified as brave for things like this.

There was the sound of crying roaring from the direction of the tomb. A woman's voice. It turned out that Bu Dayat was crying over the tragic fate of his son who had to accept this kind of ordeal.

"What son of mine? Why do you wish you could do all that pepper my son." cried Bu Dayat echoed. Some residents tried to give understanding, but Bu Dayat remained in his stance.

"I don't allow my son's grave to be opened again" he cried as he continued to cry.

"Then I tell her son to stop terrorizing us. We're tired, ma'am." shouted one of the residents. It seemed like that person was very upset by the terror that had occurred during this time, Abu Dayat fell silent. Not one bit he bad response tie people.