Pocong Terror in Rejo Pakis Village

The Midnight Knock

Tonight is getting worse. Especially in addition to the story of Mother about Yu Siti who has been in the same colony as the creepy figure I had met at that time. Let alone to meet again, just imagining his form alone has made me shudder in horror. I buried my face deep in the pillow. Mother's soft snoring voice was already heard. While both of my eyes unfortunately do not want to be invited to work together.

Dug ... dug ... dug ...

There was a blunt knock from the front door three times. I clarified the hearing to ascertain where the sound came from. Silent. No more knocking sounds. I tried to close my eyes for the umpteenth time.

...Dug ... dug ... dug ......

This time his voice was clear. The sound of crickets that had been heard was now suddenly quiet. Not even a lizard, not a single one clucked. My heart was racing, blood was rushing faster than usual. I wanted to call my mother who was sleeping next to me. But my mouth feels locked. Even the throat felt very dry and was unable to let out a word.

I ventured to move my hand slowly. I touched my mother's fingers, which were right next to my hand. Mom clasped my fingers tightly. Apparently, Mom also woke up. I didn't realize that the snoring voice of my mother I heard was no more. Could it be that Mother woke up and also heard that knocking sound?

"Mom." I whispered. Mom looked at me. His hand signaled me to be quiet. Apparently, I heard the knocking sound too.

Dug ... dug ... dug ...

I tightened Mom's hand. Slowly my body inched, docked to my mother's body.

"What is that, Mom?" many fear. My mother hugged my body tightly. I heard Mom's irregular heartbeat. It seems like Mom feels the same fear. It's just that I tried to be strong and stoic to protect me.

"Kowe meneng wae nang. I'm arep ndelok Father." (You stay quiet here. I want to see Father.) said the mother I answered with a headband.

Where could I stay alone in my room. I don't want that time to happen again. Finally, Mom allowed me to follow her from behind. We peeked into the living room where Mr and Kang Tejo fell asleep. Because Kang Tejo refused to sleep in the room, finally he held a mattress wide enough to sleep both of them. It seems that Father and Kang Tejo also woke up. Seen Kang Tejo who sat on a mattress with a pale face, while the Father peeked out of the wooden gap of the window that was slightly hollow.

"Astaghfirullah." I was shocked when my mother's hand held my shoulder. It seems like you are not aware of our arrival, so the touch of your hand makes you surprised in such a way.

"What's up, sir?" ask Mom to whisper.

"Pocong" said the father, pointing to the door.

"Astaghfirullah." My body trembled at my reply. But I can still handle it. Unlike Kang Tejo who looks very scared and looks empty. His body curled back to us all. We're approaching her.

Dug ... dug ... dug ...

This time his voice came from the side. Because your house is semi-permanent, the bottom is made of brick, the top still uses wooden planks that are neatly arranged and colored with chalk. So every one who knocks must sound loud.

No one's making a sound. We all fell silent. We just sit together to reduce anxiety and fear because the knock that turns out to come from the head of the pocong that is on tap - tap on the wall of our house. I hugged Mom's body. The cold snap to the bone. I don't know where all the animals of the night went, his voice vanished just as it swallowed the earth.

I cried in fear, while Kang Tejo seemed to be shaking violently. Mother hugged me tightly, while Father tried to calm Kang Tejo.

"dw, Kang. Ojo koyo - ngono." (Remember, Kang. Don't be like that.) persuade Father to Kang Tejo who still muttered to himself because he was so afraid. I who saw him became even more afraid of being made.

"Come on." Mom took me back to the room. After giving me some water to drink, we both moved to Mother's wider room.

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

"It's okay, Nduk. It's gone it's the pocong." said Mom.

Mom peeked out of the window. Because our house still uses wooden boards in the brine, so it's only natural that there are still gaps between the joints.

"Astaghfirullah."

"What's up, Mom?" I was curious when Mom tiptoed back as she peered out toward the cage.

"There's nothing." replied Mom, covering something up. Not Minah's name if not full of curiosity. Soon I get out of bed and come with Mom peeking out there. The figure I had met in the room was standing upright between the central cage posts. The house of my father has two. The figure stood in the middle between the two cages. His face was invisible because it seemed to be facing his back. My breath goes up and down, the heart rhythm goes back to racing like racing to run from its place. But my body feels stiff. I can't just turn my head or go back to bed.

"Have Mom said nothing." said Mom a little sewot while pulling my body into her arms.

"Minah look, ma'am." I said softly.

Mother did not answer. He was just busy calming me down which at that time was very shocked because of the figure. My mother led me back to bed. Told me to go back to sleep because it was midnight. Especially tomorrow I have to go to school. Mother said, as long as he was out there. That means we're still safe and assume the creature doesn't exist. At least we are not like Yu Siti who arrived at his bed.

"Mom, what about Yu Siti?" I asked because I suddenly remembered Yu Siti.

"There is his sister who in the next village comes to accompany him." replied Mom briefly.

"Back Wito?" ask again. Mother nodded. He forced me to go to sleep immediately. I don't want you to keep talking about that creepy figure.

"Pray, Nduk. Remember, our degrees are much higher than theirs. They're just annoying. It will not hurt us as long as we are never free from prayer, dhikr, eling the same God who gave us life." Mother advised me.

"Mom, is it really Mas Samsul who became a pocong after he died?" my many.

"All the dead shall return to the Giver of life, Nduk. That's not Mas Samsul. We pray that Mas Samsul will be calm in nature. We are different nature with him." replied Mother advising.

"But right, Mom. Mas Samsul died unnaturally." I argue.

"Already, already. Don't keep talking about it. When do you want to sleep?" I started to sew because of my question. Because I'm afraid Mother is getting angry, which is where I will be told to sleep alone. I finally decided to shut up and try to close my eyes.