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Strange Occurrences of Bin Ghoib

The night was so late that the evening showed his stature blackened everything in the Pondok Pesantren As-Salam area.

Tek....

The sound of a wall clock that sticks lazily above the main office room of the cottage adds to the impression of the horror of the night that already looks very dark.

In recent days there have been many strange events that have happened to the santri As-Salam there is news of birds or news of the intersections of the mouths of the santri, he said, that Pondok is being attacked by ghoibs from people who are jealous because of the rapid progress of the hut.

They took the opportunity when the chairman of the As-Salam foundation who had been protecting the cottage, Abah Wachid, was sick.

By sending demons and jinn to disturb the santri not to feel at home in the cottage.

Some days there is also a strange phenomenon around the cottage. Thick fog that usually does not appear around the cottage now appears freely around the cottage. Makes the santri become very frightened at night, especially the santri their daughter is afraid to come out of her dorm at night.

Jaka and Ustad Khotib looked as if they were walking around checking the hut carefully. Perhaps there is something suspicious or maybe to a more severe stage of appearance and they can meet when controlling the atmosphere of the cottage.

So that they can overcome and expel the subtle creatures or demons that often interfere with santri lately.

“Allow Dik Jaka in the cottage if the night is so scary now. Hawanya ilo different now the more the night the cooler, what else plus the fog that is out of nowhere,” said Ustad Jaka while continuing to shine a flashlight to some corner of the cottage building.

“Liswhat is Mas Ustad..?,” said Jaka while hiding behind Ustad Khotib.

“Huwaaa.., what Dik?,” said Ustad Khotib instead sat crouched over his head with a glove of shock mixed with fear.

“Hahahaha...., It's nothing Mas, Just a tree branch I think ghost,” said Jaka teasing Ustad Khotib.

“Ah.., you ilo Dik Jaka likes to work people if my heart is dislodged how?,” said Ustad Khotib.

“Ya install again, hehehe.., already yuk further again we check the other part Mas,” said Jaka.

“But it's been a really good night Dik Jaka, it's been 00.30,” said Ustad Khotib while looking at the clock on his HP.

“Oalah Mas so Ustad kok coward, what the santri said later if you know Ustadnya timid,” joked Jaka while passing away leaving Ustad Khotib.

“Loh.., even left how this anyway, Dik..., Dik Jaka wait,” shouted Ustad Khotib ran after Jaka who was a bit far away.

Meanwhile, in the dormitory of the cottage, Ustazah's daughter Ratih was chanting the holy verses of the Qur’an on her bed. A mandatory activity for him before going to bed, so as not to have nightmares he thought.

He was also assigned by Abah Wachid to look after other santriwati, because he was the most senior among the santriwati.

Suddenly his eyes were fixed on the window of the room right in front of his bed. He deliberately took the front bed just a few meters from the door so that he could watch the other students he thought.

A shadow flashed from outside the window making him stop to continue teaching. He quickly took a veil to wear it, because when he slept he only wore a kerpus or a small veil that fit the head to just cover his hair.

By walking slowly he approached the window to ascertain whose shadow it was that stopped right in the middle of the window as if looking and looking into the room.

“Mas Ustad Khotib, is that you.?,” his chirps tried to ascertain whether the shadow was Ustad Khotib who was checking the princess dormitory but there was no answer and the shadow seemed to just stand sculpting.

“Mas Jaka, Don't joke Ah..!,” said Ustazah Ratih back to make sure this time whether the shadow is Jaka, Jaka, because this afternoon Ustad Khotib told me that Jaka was going to spend the night in the cottage but still there was no answer.

Ustazah Ratih's heart rate is getting firmer as if he wants to be dislodged because he is so afraid. Understandably in recent days there are strange incidents of strange bin that occur in the cottage one of which befalls santriwati who are under his supervision.

He knew the incident of sleep but could not wake up is called Lindihen and he also knew it was caused by a subtle creature or a demon.

“Yes Allah protect your servant,” Ustazah Ratih muttered as he continued to pray and recite the verse of the chair in his heart.

The longer you see the shadow does not go and just peck in the middle of the window. Ustazah Ratih then took the broom that was lying beside the door.

Holding it tight, maybe the shadow of the bad guy he can directly hit him with the handle of a broom.

He quickly turned towards the shadow while holding a broom he held directing the broom handle to hit the shadow but undo it.

“Eh Mr Malik kok night-night here why sir?,” asked Ustazah Ratih who knew the shadow was Mr. Malik Satpam Pondok.

“Anu Ustazah I was told last afternoon nak Jaka to accompany the vigil tonight, and he said that the socket at the dormitory of the princess was broken so I am fixing it now,” said Mr. Malik.

“Oalah the socket that fits in the window handle anyway, Huffftz.... I guess whose father was?,” said Ustazah Ratih stroked the chest of relief.

“Hehehe...., Surely Ustazah Ratih thinks I'm a ghost huh?,” said Mr. Malik.

“Ia Sorry yes Sir,” said Ustazah Ratih.

“Nothing Ustazah, indeed Lately somehow being something with this cottage, why the more here feel more scary?,” said Mr Malik.

“Ia, yes Sir,” says Ustazah Ratih.

“Good Ustazah I beg yourself the outlet is correct. It can be reused, Assalamualaikum,” said Mr. Malik passed away.

“Waallaikumsalam,” said Ustazah Ratih as he re-entered the princess dorm room and closed the door again.

Jaka and Ustad Khotib who was walking around cross paths with Mr. Malik who just finished fixing the socket at the princess dormitory.

“How has Sir been sorted out?,” said Jaka.

“Now Jaka,” replied Mr. Malik.

“Oh he, son Jaka last father met Ustazah Ratih, pity he became very anxious mixed with fear of the night,” said Mr. Malik.

“Ia Pak hope that the cause of strange events in this cottage will soon be revealed yes sir so that we are all calmer here,” said Jaka.

“Alright Nak Jaka I want to go to the front guard post first,” said Mr. Malik.

“Siap Pak, if there is anything directly notify me yes Sir?,” said Jaka.

“Ia Mas,” said Mr. Malik passed away.

“Mas Ustad Khotib let's continue?,” said Jaka invites Ustad y to continue checking other parts of the cottage.

In another part of the cottage, precisely in the dormitory of the son there was a commotion in the room. One of the santri who was asleep had convulsions like ayan.

Other Santri also tried to wake him some also began to read prayers so that the santri was quickly aware. But the more prayer is chanted the firmer the convulsions experienced by the santri.

“Quick call Mas Jaka and Ustad Khotib,” shouted one of the senior santri told his theme to call Jaka and Ustad Khotib.

Coincidentally Jaka and Ustad Khotib were walking towards the dormitory santri putra.

One of the santri who saw the two of them then shouted, “Mas Jaka was hit by lindihen, “ Jaka and Ustad Khotib rushed to run into the dorm room santri putra.

Up in the room how surprised they found the santri in question was in a state of creeping on the ceiling of the room with his head turned back from his body with eyes widened abnormally.

“Astagfirullah, this name is not overlapping anymore, this is already a trance category,” said Jaka.

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