Pocong Terror in Rejo Pakis Village

The voices at Home

Until the sun rises, the activity of burying Mas Samsul tomb has not been completed. Though not a few residents who intervened to help re-animate the juggrug tomb. Atun said, several times the tomb was justified, the tomb will return to jugruk when residents began to step foot to leave the location of the tomb.

"I was there from morning, Nah. Not finished until now. Tired of me." he said as his hand twisted the end of his slightly muddy shirt.

"Who are you there?"

"Sama My Father. He also helped the tomb. But now it's home."

"You're not done yet?"

Atun grinned, "capek it, Nah. Change with the others."

I honestly wonder what happened there. Burying a grave takes so long. But what takes care of the people is not a little. Moreover, the soil in the tomb is classified as loose and not rocky. So it is impossible if it takes a long time to dig or hoe the soil.

"Where are you going, Nah?" I waved at Atun hinting him to follow me.

"If you want to come, come." take me.

From a distance, some people were resting. There were also those who stood while shaking their waist. His head looked as if he was astonished by something. I invited Atun to look at it from a closer distance.

"Hey, kowe cah do ngopo nang kene? on the way home." Get rid of one of the residents who was in the tomb. Finally we ran away in a hurry while laughing joking because it felt funny because it had to be kicked out because of wandering in the tomb.

"Campaign ..."

Deg

I instantly stopped the splashing of fresh water onto the body and clarified the hearing. It was very clear that I heard earlier, the voice of someone with a heavy and stammering voice was clearly heard inside the bathroom.

"Yes..."

"Moeuu..."

I screamed as loud as possible to call Mom.

"Opo anyway, Nduk? You look at me." Mom grumbled whenever I was noisy in the shower.

"Why run around." I saw Mom's irritated face watching me rush out of the bathroom.

"Mom, Mas Samsul at this hour has come out" said I who made Mother throw a small pinch into my hand.

"No need to worry about talking." I always didn't like it when I talked about Mas Samsul.

"Yes, Mom. It was in Minah's bathroom that someone asked to come home." I said in a fiery voice.

"Already, already. There you go to the dressing room." Mother pushed my arm to hurry to change clothes.

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The clock clinks ten times. It means it's been a very late night and I should have been asleep. But I don't know why my thoughts and thoughts were in the tomb.

" Can you take care of it again? Is there any other way to cover it?" curiosity rages in the mind making the head feel heavy but the eyes are still fresh. I saw that Mom and Dad were sleeping well.

Prong ...

Neapat ...

A loud noise was heard in the back kitchen. Apparently there were rats in the house all along.

I grumbled at the sound of plates and spoons after they clashed.

"Why does it sound like you're eating?" gradually I realized there was something different about his voice. Water rattles also sounded. Impossible, it is impossible for rats to wash dirty dishes again.

And I can only listen to it all collide. Even the gurgling of water sounded loud like it was being poured and poured into an object.

"Mayhhhh ..."

Suddenly I was surprised when suddenly Mother who was asleep immediately shouted.