Pocong Terror in Rejo Pakis Village

Voice Ask for Help

"Minah." said Atun who was suddenly in my house. That afternoon, I don't know why it felt so lazy to go play. I prefer to sit in the bale and enjoy the afternoon breeze from home Maybe because it was Atun looking for me to get home.

"Where from?" my many.

"No." Atun simply pointed with his finger at a street. We sat together on the front bale of the house, under a shady tree overlooking the courtyard of Yu Siti's house.

"empty, Well?"

I just nodded, then took a deep breath.

"Where?" ask Atun again.

"Go back to her husband's village."

"Oohh ..." Atun only ber oh ria.

There was no more conversation between me and Atun, until he finally started telling stories first.

"Do you know that Mr. Dayat is crazy?" atun's words made me aghast.

"Ssttt .. Don't do that, Tun."

"Really, Well. Mr. Dayat is like a depression. And now he's crazy, lost his mind." Atun said, making me half-believe. But knowing all this time the story of Atun who was always right made me curious to hear the next story.

"Pak Dayat every day is guilty of killing his wife. Even he was often angry and cursing as if there was his wife in front of him" said Atun.

Atun told a long story about Mr. Dayat's dire condition. Pity indeed, but what power. He also has to take responsibility for what he has done.

"Who did we say, Nduk?" suddenly, she appeared from behind.

"Eh Budhe Sumi, Atun heard himself from Mr. Sukma. He discussed it after returning from the police station to see his condition." replied Atun confidently.

I just nodded at Atun's explanation.

"Keep you if the night still like to go to Mas Samsul ndak, Tun?" I asked Mom to hit my arm until I complained of pain. The Atun I asked just smiled.

"Gnp ... Paternityakk ...

Sayup-sayup heard a raucous voice calling out .

"Jahhaaattt ..." lagi, suara itu terdengar lagi. Kali ini suaranya lebih lemah dan dekat membuat bulu kudukku semakin berdiri.

"Ppaaakkk .. please, Paakk Help me." a voice called out again. This time with a request for help.

Tok ... tok ...

The front door on tap slowly made me and Mom aghast.

"Ssiii ... who?" You dare to ask. There was no answer, all went back to silence as before. You walk ahead by stumbling. He wanted to know who was calling and asking for help.

"Samsuull ..." The answer from outside the house made me and Mom hug each other. He walked slowly towards the door and began to peek out from behind the door to see what kind of figure had disturbed these nights.

"Astaghfirullah." clearly seen the face of the Father who was surprised after peering from the gap of the door.

He asked me and my mom to stay in the middle room.

"You guys just stay here, yeah. Don't mind too much. If you can just sleep first." ordered the Father. Mom took me to my room. Follow what you ask. Mom just kept quiet and according to what you said to take me to sleep in the room.

"Minah is afraid, ma'am." I said to Mom.

"Minah don't be afraid, yes. There's a Father and a Mother here." persuade Mother while hugging me.

The clockwork sounded loud. Seconds by seconds were so clearly heard at night.

"Pulaannggg .. I want anywayanngg.." again a strange sound from outside the house.

I closed my ears hoping I wouldn't hear it. But it seems like the annoying figure deliberately let out a sound so I could hear it.