Pocong Terror in Rejo Pakis Village

Mas Samsul Back

That night, the once sunny weather suddenly became cloudy and felt colder. Me, Mother and the healed Budhe Siti were sitting on the porch. It has been a week since the death of Mas Udin, the terror of the pocong has not appeared again in our village. Residents have also begun to dare to leave the house at night even though it is just sitting on the porch of their home. Illuminated by the dim light of the moon which was currently large and round, able to illuminate the darkness of the night.

Kraasaanatk ... Bluugghhm ...

We tiptoed to hear the sound of falling objects making loud noises. The father who was at the time in the house ran out of the house to come to us.

"What's that sound?" ask the Father suddenly.

We looked around, traumatized by the terror that struck us for almost two months, making us often feel anxious when we hear loud noises at night. Mr. walked to the buffalo cage because suddenly the buffalo belonging to the Father became a storm and did not want to calm down. I see you working hard to calm his buffalo back.

"Bappaaakkk .." call me hysterical.

"Ppaaakkk .." but apparently you are focusing on the car that continues to be noisy like seeing something.

I finally ventured to call you up close.

"Ojo narik-narik anyway, Nduk?." I'm impatient because you walk too leisurely, finally I pull your hand to immediately return home. Mom and Budhe Siti who don't know just dumbass looking at me like that.

"Look at that, sir." I pointed at a tree not far from the cage.

"Astaghfirullah." Sontak made us all disperse the road and go back to the house. So did Budhe Siti who entered our house for fear of apparitions standing near the tree behind the buffalo cage

The three of us gathered in the middle room. While sipping the tea that Mother made for us, there was no chatter between us. Everyone was pensive to think that terror would return like yesterday..

Early in the morning the neighbors were excited and gathered at the Siti budhe house. It turns out they're talking about terror that's starting to unsettle.

"But we are dewe."

"Hooh, my nanggon too"

It turns out that not only in my house did that figure appear. The entire population discussed about the re-emergence of terror which some time it has not appeared again.

"It looks like we all want to say goodbye." said one of the residents.

"Waahhh, yes, it could be. It has been disturbing all along. So maybe it's quiet now so be willing to say goodbye."

I just listened to their conversation. Indeed, the figure that last night did not show a broken and disgusting face, but appeared with his real face but looked pale and sad. That's what I observed last night. The figure of Mas Samsul is still burdened, not yet calm and still somber when it appears near the buffalo cage.

"Tun, do you believe that Mas Samsul has not finished his business and there is still something about his death?" I asked Atun. Atun who I asked just shrugged his shoulders while continuing to pluck the guava belonging to his family.

"She came to my house again. But only behind the house. He's not interrupting, just staring at us." I said.

"He also came to my house, Nah." said Atun lightly. It could be that the child is acting lightly to face a creepy figure.

"Looks like the police found a bright spot, well. I saw a lot of police cars in Mr. Dayat's house, Atun said, making me wish the case would end soon.