Pocong Terror in Rejo Pakis Village

Bu Dayat Kesurupan

Dugh...

A loud and hasty blow came from the front door to startle the three of us. The shadow of that creepy figure had also disappeared. The figure that was standing behind us also disappeared somewhere. We quickly moved to the front room to see who was coming.

"Sir Kades, what's wrong?" mr. Sukma's face looked pias when you opened the door for him. His breath was short and breathless. It seems that Mr. Sukma ran in a hurry here. From the sweat that flooded his clothes, as well as his breath that made him difficult to speak.

"I .. That, Ms. Dayat. Miss Dayat." Sukma had trouble continuing his words.

"Bu Dayat why?" Mr. Sukma interrogated because he could not wait to hear the explanation from Mr. Sukma.

"Bu Dayat trance." said Mr. Sukma panting.

"Have you called Mr Kyai?"

Mr. Sukma nodded. She gave him a glass of water to help calm him down.

Me and my mom were at home together. We just dare to sit in the middle room while waiting for the return of the Father from the house of Mr. Dayat.

"The family of Mr. Dayat every day gets terror also ndak ya, ma'am?" manya curious.

"Mother don't know, Nduk."

My mom and I are awake tonight. While waiting for you to come home, we could only lay ourselves in the middle room. Since the terror spread my sleeping hours have been really messed up. Rarely can I feel a good and quiet sleep from the beginning of sleep until the morning. It makes me sleepy at school and messes up my study hours.

"Sleep, Nduk. It's late." said Mother. I'm nodding. I tried to close my eyes. But my mind is far away. Maybe the perpetrator saw me at that moment. My mind raged, various worries made my drowsiness disappear evaporated just like that.

"Kasian Bu Dayat, yes, ma'am."

"Hhhhmmm ..."

"Mother why is it so quiet all this time facing all this?"

"Everybody who lives will die, Nduk. We also never know what tomorrow will be like. The pity that does not exist if it must be constantly discussed."

"Aaaahh... When you come home." I'll switch my questions. I'm afraid that when I talk about this terror there's getting scared and can't sleep. Worse still if the figure appears again in this house.

I squirm when I feel someone touching my toe. I don't know when I fell asleep, and now I have to wake up because there's a cold that's touching my toe. My eyes caught a tall human figure sitting under my feet and slowly touched my feet. I wanted to scream, but the figure stared fixedly into my eyes. Makes everything feel stiff and unable to move. Even my voice was stuck in my throat.

I glanced to the right. The mother with a calm and gentle breath was fast asleep. I wanted to scream to wake Mom up, but it made everything I could not do.

Out of nowhere, I was slowly able to move my hand. I held my hands tightly. She woke up and hugged me to face her. The touch on the leg disappeared. The cold in the room also began to change. Mom patted me gently on my back. While continuing to read the verse of the chair quietly in my ear, he clenched my head tightly.