THE MYSTERY BEHIND THE SPIRIT

Weird dream.

Last night I had a strange dream. His name is Adi sir, we are indeed quite familiar. That night Adi and I were at the patrol station. He said that he was no longer able to endure the pain he had suffered so far. He expressed all the anxiety and pain he felt. After enough he expressed his heart, I let him go home first. I returned to the post with food. From a distance I saw faint Mr. Adi tied a clothesline to a durian tree that was behind the patrol post.

I was still watching from afar, my legs were heavy to get near the post. Mr. Adi climbed up the tree, and then hung his body there. Pak Adi's neck was tangled in the rope, the throat sound sounded very creepy. For some reason at that time my tongue complained, I could not scream, run, or even try to help Mr. Adi.

My body seemed to be stuck on something, I could not move at all even scream.

I woke up, and I was grateful that it was all just a dream. I saw the clock, still at 2 in the morning. I'll get the drinking water that's on the nightstand. I noticed Lisa's face was sound asleep. I went to wash my face in the bathroom. After I felt fresh, I chose to sleep again.

The next day, I woke Lisa up. Lisa told the shocking news that Mr. Adi was found dead. I shut my open mouth, this is impossible for me, I just dreamed, and now Mr. Adi is really gone. It was exactly the same as what was in my dream.

"Pa... Why daydream? and why does papa look so shocked?" lisa asked in surprise, and while wiping the sweat on my forehead.

"Ma, last night I dreamed of Mr. Adi killing himself by hanging himself behind the patrol post." I said to Lisa.

"Whata..??? how do you know that Adi sir was found behind the patrol station?" lisa asked probing, with her eyebrows fused together.

"Didn't papa say ma earlier, papa dreamed Pak Adi committed suicide behind the patrol post."

"When can you dream like that?"

"Just last night ma, and papa was surprised that the dream was real."

"Istighfar.pa, maybe this is just a coincidence. Yes, it's better to clean up now, then you go to the house Mr. Adi help the funeral." I went straight to the bathroom, and I didn't want to waste a long time I rushed to the funeral home.

There are many people who have come to mourn. I do my duty as a neighbor and a Muslim. I bathed the body, the tongue stuck out, we tried to put it in but couldn't. Finally let the tongue go, I helped until the end of all the funeral procession.

Many ask in the heart, like all this is a game of destiny. I never dreamed of something that could be real. Yes, this is for the first time. I hope what Lisa says is true, that everything that happens is a coincidence.

After the funeral I took my body to the clinic.

I was surprised to see Nia in the clinic. Ever since she came for help 2 months ago, Nia came here today.

"Dok's Jiang." Sapa Nia when she saw my coming.

"Siang Nia, how are you? what was it until you came here?"

"I'm good Doc, I just need to talk to the doctor."

"Ok, let's go to the room." Without the slightest suspicion, Nia and I walked towards the client's room. I glanced at Nia smiling at me. I don't know a smile I can't understand.

" Alright Nia, now you can start the story." I said.

*****

For 3 days I dreamed the same doc, in the dream there was a very terrible thing.

In the dream it was night.I saw Mr. Yusuf just returned from the mosque. Mr. Joseph entered his house, silent I followed him. This was the first time I entered Mr. Joseph's house. The house was cool and shady, I found a lot of calligraphy writing on the walls of the house. In front of Mr. Yusuf's room door I saw his samurai sword and scabbard in the ornaments so beautiful.

In Mr. Joseph's room, I saw a girl who looked like me. He carried a sword in his left hand. When I look at the woman like I'm looking in the mirror.

The woman stared fiercely into the eyes of Mr. Joseph. Very spooky, the woman's eyes lit up with flames. His gaze flared, at the bite of his lower lip tight. Her nose of the fireworks held back anger. A moment later I saw him swinging a sword, cutting down the body of Joseph.

The wuuss!!!!

Craaattttt

Fresh blood spurted profusely from Mr. Joseph's body. And stopped there he also slashed the neck of Joseph, until his head fell several meters from his body.

Jesus, the woman separated the body and the head of Mr. Joseph.

Aaaaaaaa, I shouted.

Surprised to see the terrible sight in that room, Mr. Joseph's room.

The wind blew coldly from outside, moving the woman's hair. I looked at that disembodied head. His eyelids opened as if he still wanted to know who had slashed his head. The woman smiled with satisfaction, and she also smiled at me.

A smile means deep satisfaction and boundless pride. The woman then approached me and said, "Now we are the victors!" I don't understand the meaning of that word. I don't know why the look in his eyes drugged me, without me realizing I was following everything he said.

The woman told me to clean the sword she had just used, right in front of Joseph. Mr. Joseph's stiff head was very disturbing my sight, but I still stole a look at the head that was still covered in blood. Those wide-open eyes kept looking at me.

My heart was beating fast, I was afraid to clean the sharp sword, until my hand was slightly scratched. My eyes were trying to find someone else, but there was nothing. But if anyone sees me, they might think I'm a murderer.

The next day I woke up with my body full of sweat and irregular breathing. Not finished I set my breath, ustadz and ustadzah went into the room and told me that Dad called and told me that Mr. Joseph had died in a very sad condition.

" Do you not have a vision of what happened to Joseph?" ask ustadz, as if I were a defendant. My head's reflexes are shaking.

" Did you say Mr. Yusuf's situation?" tanyaku....

"Your father said that Joseph's father divided his body into three." Ustazah. I was shocked to hear it...

"If you want permission, please. We will not ban you. After all, the deceased is still a brother to your mother.

"Later just ustazah, sorry I still want to be alone first."

"Well then for today you can not follow the activities. Rest." They both finally left my room. I ran to the door, and locked my room. I was sitting limp in the door, I was rolling back my memories of my dreams last night.

"I'm not the killer, am I...!" I was really scared, I kept crying because of that dream.

I didn't tell anyone about my dream. I'm sure, if people knew that I was the one who beheaded Mr. Joseph, I could be killed or even in prison. I can be roasted, skinned, or beheaded alive by them. I still want to live, I still want to see the sun. I don't want to give up my life. When everyone asks, I always say that I did not dream what night was.

My life is normal, but not ordinary. Since Mr. Joseph's dream I have always experienced strange events.

Chief Joseph haunted me and chased me. That head once appeared on the dining table. At that time me and the other students just came home from teaching, we all felt hungry. When my friend opened the hood at the dinner table, Joseph's head was on a white plate. His eyes were wide open and his lips were smiling broadly at me. I was surprised not to get stuck, I ran straight to the room and I locked the door. My hunger instantly disappeared. My friend, knocking on the door repeatedly, "Nia, what's up Nia?open door?" everyone is worried about me.

Suddenly the head of Mr. Joseph was present in my bed. At first I thought it was a ball doll, but when I took it, it turned into the head of Mr. Joseph. His eyes widened, staring intently at me.

Many times, even lately the head often appears. In the bathroom, at the study table, in the mattress, in the kitchen, in the hall, in front of the mosque and various places the head always shows its shape. Sometimes the head floated, flying from one place to another, from the first floor to the second floor. From tree to tree, just keep chasing me.

I'm getting fucked up, my brain's out of whack. I see Joseph's head more and more often. Not only did that head drive me crazy but it kept chasing me. I often see the head perched on the heads of my students. It scared me a lot and I wanted to slash Mr. Yusuf's head many times.

******

I heard Nia's story intently, as if I was involved in the events and could feel what Nia was feeling. I nodded a small nod, digesting Nia's story deeper. Nia's subconscious is very strong I think. It can kill and kill the living, and bring to life the dead. I think there should be special handling for my client on this one.

Nia suddenly snorted, her eyes looking at me with all her facial muscles tensing with fear. Those eyes, those eyes full of fear.

"Head Mr YUSUFFFF!!!! why... do you keep following me?? I didn't kill you!! not ... not me, but that woman. I don't know who!!! But not me, believe me that woman is not me. I beg you TO GO!! GOIIIII YOU FUCKING HEAD!!!! AAAAAA..."

BUUUG BUGG

Nia kept hitting me with her powerful strength. And after a few punches I got, I was lucky to be able to fend off that hand and tightly grip Nia's hand.

We stared at each other intently, my eyes not soft, not calm, but cold. Makes me shiver in fear. Yes Nia is possessed, her body is controlled by supernatural beings.

"Who are you??? get out of Nia's body. That's not your place."

Hhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

A terrifying laughter came out from Nia's mouth. "YOU MUST DIE TOO!!! HAHAHAHHA." The curse demon had entered Nia's body, and the possibility of killing Joseph was the body of Nia that was controlled by that demon. Agus gave Nia an injection, with great difficulty finally succeeding as well.

"DON'T YOU THINK I CAN BE WEAK, O MAN!!!!" Shouted the devil.

Some people were already holding onto Nia's body, and I ran into my room to pick up something.

In my office I tried to find a bottle containing prayer from Pak Kyai. Find it, from my room I can clearly hear the roar of the demon. I immediately ran, and I forced Nia to drink the water. Nia's body was weakened, she was unconscious. I asked Agus to tie Nia's legs and hands in bed. In the meantime I rushed to the boarding house.

Once there I met Pak Kyai, the owner of the boarding school.

I convey the meaning of my arrival.

" It's been 2 weeks now that Nia's been allowed to go home, and she hasn't returned yet." Ustazah Aisyah, wife of the owner of the cottage.

"Nia is now in my place Sir, I really expect help from Mr. Kyai. So I beg you to come with me to the clinic." My full request to Mr. Yai and Bu nyai.

" But before we go there it would be nice if we contact Nia's parents first." Fatimah, son of Pak Kyai.

"That's absolutely right, we better let them know." Mr. Kyai agrees with Fatimah.

Fatimah immediately contacted Nia's parents. And they'll meet at the clinic.

Arriving at the clinic, we were all surprised to see the people guarding Nia earlier all on getting hurt. All over their bodies were injured like they were hit by a wild animal attack.

Mr. Kyai and his two men immediately acted.

AAAAAARRRGGGHHHH, ISTHEY !!!

An invisible battle was taking place in front of me, and it took nearly half an hour to cripple the demon. And finally Nia can return to her body.

Nia, who was still unconscious was taken to the cottage, for a period of recovery.

"Sorry sir Kyai, who are those who are bothering Nia?" ask Nia's mother.

Before replying, Mr. Kyai smiled slightly. "They are friends of Nia's friends, they are not happy if Nia studied religion. That's why they always make a noise, as if Nia would do it."Said mr. Kyai.

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