Pocong Terror in Rejo Pakis Village

Jugruk Grave

News of Mr. Dayat losing his mind has spread throughout the village. Even the rumour about the terror of his son who always haunts him while in prison is no longer a public secret. Even the police station became noisy because of Mr. Dayat who often shouted for mercy and asked for help without knowing the cause. Reported by only officers, Mr. Dayat often hallucinated and cried out for forgiveness for all his harm to his son and wife.

"Clearly, yes, change the stress of ngono" said one of the villagers who was passing by the road in front of the house. In front of the house which is a public road is often used to pass the residents who want to go to the fields. Although there are still many large rocks, but the road ahead of my house is always crowded in the morning until late afternoon. In the past, before the terror struck our village, the front road of the house was always crowded with patrons who patrolled and gathered in the hoes to just hang out and chat after tired of working all day in the fields and fields. But now all these are memories. Moreover, across the street is a banana garden that is quite lush and dark because of the lack of lighting at night. Our village only relies on light not at night because electricity has not entered all our villages.

"Please .. tulungono me. Umah I'm collapsing."

The weather was pretty cold tonight. Raindrops began to fall causing a gurgling sound above the precarious. Sayup-sayup also heard the voice of someone asking for help. Hoarse and heavy voice, plus broken. It made me shudder in horror and imagine soon that figure would appear around me. I put my face on the pillow and covered my body tightly with a blanket. He also seemed to have heard, and he stood and looked out through the window of the room.

"Sleep, Nduk. Don't listen." said the father made me feel relieved there are still Father who has not slept.

"Who, Sir?"

"Regular. Already, you just sleep. Close to your mother there."

Finally I moved to the wall so that no one would sleep next to me but Mom.

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"Jugruk maneh cemetery. Wes bali ball in benahi must continue to jugruk."

"Kumel, Kang. It's collapsing again. Though not long ago it was also betulin." replied Kang Soleh while fixing the position of the sack containing the grass he brought.

The mother who heard Kang Soleh's words from the kitchen was merely questioning and stroking her chest. While I remain focused on helping Mother wrap emping for us to bring later at noon to the market.

"Mom, did you hear me last night?"

"What?"

"Someone asked for help, the house collapsed." Mom glared at me.

"Yes, Mom. Ask the Father. You also hear." I said while advancing the lips. I know that Mom's lazy to talk about the fucking terror again. I assume it's all done. No need to discuss, no need to assume there if it appears around us.

"No need to talk about it, Nduk. If later tonight you are in the house again do not cry, yes." said Mother.

"Ah, Mother." I passed by leaving Mother and chose to approach the busy Father in the buffalo cage. Mother's words are annoying. It's very talkative like that. The truth was last night I heard it. I just kept grumbling myself making you laugh watching me speak to myself cursing Mom.