Story of Mystery 2

Midnight Revenge

The night was dark. Black clouds cover the moon. From a distance there was the sound of dogs. Adding to the increasingly gripping atmosphere.

In the cemetery area. His silence was piqued with the sound of the ground cracking. His voice came from one of the tombs that seemed not too long ago.

White smoke came out from the top of the tomb. Slowly the crack gets bigger. In the darkness of the night, a dirty hand with clay burst out from inside the tomb. The smell of the carcass is swept away as the cold wind between the leaves of kemboja.

Brushes!

One head appeared! Anyone who saw the sighting must have immediately fallen unconscious. How not, the head that was partially covered in pocong cloth had half rotted away. Maggots wriggled between the ground stuck to his face. The pocong's eyes that had originally closed were open! Overall black!

In one big house. The sound of dangdut music that was originally playing has stopped. The fat man with the thick mustache that killed him. Juragan Suryo's. That's-her-name. A merchant with a lot of effort and owned a large amount of land.

Juragan Suryo just took a shower, at eleven, he came home from business. Relaxed, he entered his room. Surti his wife had slept. Hah, no problem, he will wake up, it's a pity to spend one night without holding his wife's brazen body, he thought.

Still only wrapped in a towel for a while he reflected. Although it looks less pleasant in view because the nose is too big, but Juragan Suryo patted his chest. Which woman does not bend her knees under her feet. Money is everything, with money he can get the woman he wants. For example Surti, a beautiful woman who used to not want to see the trunk of her nose, but in fact now fell into his arms. Remembering that Juragan Suryo chuckled inwardly.

Satisfied in the mirror, Suryo turned around, near him the bed where his wife slept. There was a blanket covering Surti's body. Wow, in his wife's nightgown was so exciting. Juragan Suryo began to nosy groping his wife's body.

Surti woke up, his eyes opened. For a moment he was surprised. But after seeing who had disturbed his sleep he just resigned.

Seeing Surti silent, Juragan Suryo grinned, anxiously he thrust his nose into the face of Surti, the woman writhing weakly.

Cracks! Brak!

Forehead Juragan Suryo shriveling. What is that sound!? The feeling he had locked all the doors of the house? His passion suddenly went down. Need to be sure the voice he heard just now. Put the index finger on the lips, a sign so that his wife does not make a sound. Grabbed his sleeping trousers, not wearing Juragan Suryo's clothes stepped out of the room. The middle room light is still on. He looked towards the living room. Lonely, there's nothing there. The door is still tightly closed.

Cracks!

The voice was heard again. From the back. Immediately, he checked back. A tennis racket lying on the middle room table he reached. The dining room is dark. with lights on. He didn't find anything suspicious. Slowly he continued his steps towards the kitchen.

It was the door that led to the kitchen. Darkened. But what is it? Something white he saw moving in the dark kitchen. Doubtful Juragan Suryo stepped forward, his legs backward.

Something white moved forward. Cold sweat ran down Juragan Suryo's forehead as he looked at his form. A pocong! His hand that was holding the tennis racket drooped limp. He wanted to faint, but his hope did not materialize. The pocong creature was becoming clearer. Jumped right in front of him. That face! Although mixed land Juragan Suryo still recognize! Subarjo!

Surrryoo..

The mouth of the pocong made a pember sound half suffocated. Two rotten hands mixed with the ground suddenly lifted, grabbing Suryo's neck.

There was a sound coming out of Juragan Suryo's mouth. Pocong's hand was now tightly gripping his neck. Makes the fat man's breath sting.

Crews! Suryo's eyes bulged, his neck broken, his tongue outstretched.

Khe Khe Khe...

The pocong looked satisfied to see Juragan Suryo sluggish on the floor. The man who had ordered the mercenaries to finish him off.

In the room, Surti who was waiting for her husband felt astonished. Was that guy long? Curiosity made the woman get out of bed.

Surti and Juragan Suryo's wedding was not long, just one week ago. Her first husband was killed by someone. Because her husband owed a lot to Juragan Suryo and his economic life was relatively poor, Surti did not refuse when the rich man proposed to him.

Akh! Surti glared stifled to see Juragan Suryo lying on the floor. His face was pale satisfied when he realized the existence of a white-clad creature.

Suurrti...

A sullen voice rang out from the mouth of the pocong. Surti's body was stiff, his lips trembled silently. He recognized a face that was partly dirty with dirt. Kang Barjo's! The pocong grinned, He jumped towards Surti with a pair of arms stiffened forward.

The morning. Two men carrying hoes entered the cemetery. Sopyan and Imron. They were both in charge of digging the tomb in the village.

"What do you think caused the death of Juragan Surya, Yan?" ask Imron.

"Don't know Mron, hiii.every imagine the face of Juragan Suryo who died in such a state of delicacy, why do I have goosebumps." replied Sopyan.

"Same, I was also horrified to see it, like seeing something scary before his death" Imron said.

Sopyan. Suddenly his eyes looked at one tomb. "Hey Mron, why that tomb? Like it was exposed," he said, pointing.

Look Imron in the eye looking towards Sopyan's index finger. "Eh right, isn't that the tomb of Subarjo, who died last month?" He forgot his job of digging the tomb, stepping quickly towards the uncovered tomb. Sopyan followed behind him.

"God! Yan! Yan! Look Yan!" imron shouted half hysterically.

Sopyan looked into the tomb hole that was uncovered. His heart is beating fast. In the tomb he saw the corpse of Subarjo with a pocong cloth that had been messy, stinging stench. The body is not alone. Hugging another person. Surti! The woman who disappeared from Juragan Suryo's house last night was stiffened, with wide eyes!

So-called.