Pocong Terror in Rejo Pakis Village

Who is that guy

The figure disappeared along with the return of the Father. Somehow you entered, because before the door had been locked all from the inside.

"Minah the same mother hasn't slept?"

"Astaghfirullah." We were both surprised to see you in the room.

"Ba ... Mister."

"Where did you come in?" mother's question represents my curiosity.

"Through the front door. Why not shut down."

Mom and I looked at each other to hear what Dad said. How could it not be closed. While it was certainly earlier after Father said Mother locked it. I waited for Mom to lock the door next to Mom.

"Mother was the key, sir." I said refuting what you said.

"Yes, it's okay. The important thing is that you're okay." said the father, laying down right next to me.

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Atun was waiting for me earlier. Tumben once, he usually never waited for me at home to go to school. While I woke up late because last night I could not sleep because my feet were touched by cold hands and pale face.

"Well, have you heard what yet?" atun asked as we were on our way to school.

"Already, Tun. I heard this too." I answered briefly.

"Sound what?"

"Listen you're talking, Tun. Listen to what else." Atun patted his forehead hearing my answer which I deliberately answered like that.

"You want me to tell you something?" he blinked his eyes as if teasing me.

"Kok you know?"

"Atun that loh." while patting his chest in a puff.

I instead imagined the figure that was under my feet last night when Atun told me about the possessed Bu Dayat. The pale face and cold hands that came into direct contact with the skin of my feet made me unable to forget.

."Hhiiii.." I was made to shudder to myself as I remembered it.

"Kowe ngopo, Nah?" Atun patted me on the shoulder when I found out I wasn't focused on listening to the story.

"Well, have you ever seen the form of Mas Samsul right after he died?" I asked Atun.

"Hahaha. I don't want to see him either."

"Every night I look, Tun." I said as I stared fixedly at Atun's eyes. He was silent, even stopped laughing.

"Guilt bye, Nah?"

I nodded, Atun glared.

"What does it look like? tanyanya.

"real form. Mas Samsul's face, it's just that his skin is very pale, and.." I didn't continue my words. Atun was waiting for me to continue the story. With a funny face, I couldn't help but laugh.

"And, what, Well? Mbok if the story is not half-and-half." he said sewot I laughed seeing his expression is funny and full of curiosity.

I stopped joking when I saw a man in a hat looking at us. From his posture it seemed like I had seen him, it was just that I had forgotten who and where. I noticed the figure, and vice versa, making you feel afraid and choose to turn my face to not keep staring at the man.

We decided to speed up the pace. The distance from home and school was quite far away so we had to leave early to walk to school. Plus the steep village streets and many rocks, making us have to be careful not to fall and slip by the scattered rocks. There was no more chatter between me and Atun about the terror issue, the one who met me last night even about the possessed Bu Dayat. Atun seemed to understand the way I felt. So that makes him to choose silence and continue walking to be able to get to school soon.