Pocong Terror in Rejo Pakis Village

Something was found

Mother sat quietly in front of the furnace. His hand held the glass cup and sipped it several times. Sometimes I hear him breathe a long breath. Her face looked cute, maybe I was tired of having to stay up all night because I was scared and crying continuously. So you have to be on your guard and calm me down.

"Mom." call me shrewd. He looked and smiled.

"Maem, Nduk" he answered, standing at the table to get me breakfast.

"Which father, Mom?" I asked because I didn't find you this early. Usually you will sit in the kitchen while sipping hot coffee before leaving for the field and looking for grass.

"To the tomb, Nduk." replied Mom briefly.

"Ndak be all night?"

"So, that's why it's over there again." Mom gave me breakfast and told me to hurry up because I had to go to school.

"Well, now to the tomb, what else?" manya curious.

Mom took a deep breath. The look on his face changed. I know there must have been something that happened at the tomb last night. But I don't want to scare me any more.

"Which was hidden by the man Minah saw yesterday, met?" my question is getting curious.

"Sir, but that guy doesn't know that Minah's there?" mother asked looking worried.

"Why indeed?"

"Evening Mr. Soleh found out what Minah said to you." I closed my mouth in disbelief, it was true what I saw. A piece of hand from finger to wrist was stored in a box and hidden not far from where I was hiding. Why is that guy hiding there? Maybe so panicked he was without a second thought immediately throw and leave it just like that in that place. The tomb in your village is indeed quite far from the settlement of residents. So the atmosphere is quite quiet during the day, and very quiet at night.

"Then you went to the tomb for what?" manya curious.

"Help some of the citizens who were asked to dismantle the tomb." My eyes glared in disbelief. It was then that finally the tomb that was a month old was dismantled again. This is not a tomb in general. But the tombs whose inhabitants often come out to approach the homes of residents one by one. I shuddered in horror at what would happen later that night if the inhabitants did not deign his tomb in the abrak abrik.

All the way to school I thought of things I shouldn't have thought of as a busy student. I who should have thought about the lessons or homework given by the teacher to us, I was busy thinking about the demolition of Mas Samsul's tomb. Surely later in school will be many children will tell stories about terror, pocongs, tombs and so on.

"Minah." a clap hard enough to land on the shoulder. Who else would have liked to have surprised me then if it wasn't Atun. It was fortunate that I met him in the middle of the road like this. I can talk and forget for a moment Mom's story this morning.

"Well, you know that yet?" ask Atun to me.

"Yes not yet, have you not said anything to me" I replied casually.

"Isa. Mas Samsul's body and his ears are gone." whispered Atun right in my ear to give me goosebumps and screams.

"Don't be noisy. Why are you yelling so." Atun hit me hard on the shoulder. How not to be surprised, it turns out that what I saw yesterday really belongs to Mas Samsul. I wish I had just seen it wrong and what I told you was wrong. My body was limp hearing Atun's story. Apparently when Mas Samsul's tomb was dismantled several times, it turns out that residents only returned to card him without checking the condition of his corpse. Residents think only the grave was dismantled and did not get inside because the condition of the protective board still looks neat and invisible no one ever took it.