Village Horror Stories Collection
Pocong on the Moon Tree
...Chapters I...
...Pocong on the Moon Tree...
My name is Amin, I am almost 18 years old and I am still in 2nd grade High School, currently I live in Anjir Village while in the middle. Desaku is located in Kuala Kapuas district of Central Kalimantan. If you want to go to Banjarmasin city then you will definitely pass through this village.
Right now I want to tell you about my bad experience when I met two ghosts at once. The story begins when I came home from the boarding school that was held every day after Ashar, my home from that place was quite far maybe about 2 KM, or so, it was coupled with the place of my house that went into the small street, we called it Handil.
Handil is Banjar language which means agricultural area that comes from the same area, in this village there are many handils, and the road to my house is called handil Mantat.
That evening I went through the house of my father's family named Uncle Arif, he I used to call Amang Arif. As I was cycling home, he suddenly told me to stop and tell me something.
“Amin stop first,” call him wave at me.
I stopped too. “Why amang Arif (what is uncle Arif)?”
“Tonight, amang no tahlilan event, ba’da Isya event. So you can come and stand up, yes,”, he asked me.
“Iya Mang, later I go after Magrib.”
“Why not wait here alone, rather than having to go home, right? soon Magrib.”
I want to refuse because I don't dare to go home at night, what else must be alone. The plan was, I wanted to go with my father on a motorcycle, but I felt bad to refuse the offer, so I chose to keep it.
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Not long after Magrib arrived, I immediately went to the break to pray. When I finished, I met my friends, they lived not far from Arif's house and I knew them well because we were in class.
“Taking a wait Isya how do we chat on the terrace of the house Amang Arif. tonight after Isya there is a tahlilan event, right? so we can relax there first,” said my friend named Ahmad who we usually call Amad.
“Nah pas banar there is Amin, so we kawa kasana (nah pas really there Amin, so we can go there),” exclaimed my friend Khairul.
“Who knows we are given the same coffee cake,” said Amad.
“Waduh don't .. You guys just make you ashamed," I said.
“Ha ha ha .. just plant it! Your uncle is a good man,” replied my garden again Lana.
How many times have I taken them to other places, but they continue to insist that there is no other way I can do it but to follow it.
Then when they arrived at the amang house, it turned out that many people were sitting on the terrace with him, they seemed very cool to tell each other about the rice field.
“Come here we sit telling a story together,” call amang Arif tell us all.
Me and my three friends accepted his invitation. At that time we chose to sit far away from him because the topics they talked about were not in accordance with us who talked more about young people.
“You know not the same moon tree in handil mantat?" amad asked suddenly about the tree, I did not know about the tree like that, so I chose to listen.
“Oh that right, whose tree is opposite the yellow flowers,” replied Khairul began seriously.
“Tu tree said a lot of ghosts, although the tree is still small already there are waiting.” Si Lana.
“Makanya is still small already haunted what else is a big tree,” said Amad replied.
Hearing their conversation about it made me start to get curious. “Loh is the whole thing huh?”
“Do you not know Min, have seen many ghosts in the tree, they are most disturbed by the pocong,” replied Khairul seriously.
“Hiih longitude banar (yes it is true)!” Amang Arif suddenly joined the gathering with us, a loud voice made us sepontan shocked.
“Lately there was a person she was bumping into, on the road near the tree. At that time, he came home at eleven o'clock in the evening after finishing from the frog's nyari, he went home on a motorcycle" he said
"Well he wants to pass near the tree, suddenly the motor broke down, then smell a stinging stench. He said at the time he thought the smell was only coming from the carcass of an animal carried by the river near the road, so he stopped by and saw what the damage from the motorbike was,”.
“Tuh very brave people yes, if I mah than a stopover mending herded aja tuh motorbike up near the houses of citizens, than to stop on the road that there are only rice fields and rubber trees.” Khairul spoke up.
“Lalu ... how does it go?” manya curious.
“After that, the smell of it grew stinging, making him say rough. 'Hiss! what a carcass smell is this, make you nauseous!' he said while angry."
"At that moment the sound of something falling was heard across the river. He's surprised! immediately direct the sinter. It turned out ... it was just a dead monkey ha ha ha ha ..” he continued laughing loudly.
We were very curious about her story, but she did. Some of my friends were upset and some were laughing loudly. For example, Lana and Amad couldn't stop laughing.
"Handering .. the original broom of that stench, really a pocong jumping around the moon tree, the stench came from his smashed face," he said it made Lana and Ahmad immediately stopped laughing.
"I just don't want you guys to be afraid to go home alone, so I made the auction he he he.." he continued with a laugh.
"But it was dismantled, now we are really afraid to go home alone," Amad replied making Amang Arif increasingly laughing.
“Oh yes, Amin will go home through the tree. Aha ha .. be careful you Amin ..” Khairul scares me, I just laugh at him.
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After they left we both went to gather with the adults while listening to stories about their rice fields.
It is very not felt, Isha prayers are finished people began to arrive to meet the invitation of Amang Arif to carry out tahlilan.
“Anu Min, tell those who come to enter the house immediately,” pinta amang Arif, I also do it.
At that time the guests were almost no longer coming, until one of the people who sat back to the windshield told me to sit next to him, I refused because I wanted to be able to joke again with my friend, but because I kept being told to accept and sit with him against the glass.
Because the show had not started yet, my friends were laughing together, I was curious and saw them from behind the glass, then I turned back to face the front.
I thought about going out and sitting with them, but I hesitated.
Then their laughing voice sounded again, making me look back again from behind the glass, they were getting cool, I turned again forward and looked down, I looked down, start convincing yourself to go out and sit with them.
I looked back again, and this was the third time I had to convince myself. However, what I saw was a rotten face leaning against the glass right in front of my face. His horrible face with crumpled fists and purulent eyeballs made me even more wide-eyed, my body shaking, feeling so heavy.
Worse yet I could not even move, my eyeballs kept staring at that creepy face. I kept trying to move and managed to immediately turn my head down instantly. I felt like I wanted to scream out loud, but it would only make people look at me strangely.
The face kept on my mind, the very broken face really scared me to the point of only being able to go silent without a sound. My friend's voice still sounded cool, but I did not dare to turn back to look at them. Until the event was over, I could only bow languidly holding back the trembling hands.
•••••••
When the event was over people started eating the prepared dishes, they were very good at eating, whereas I could not eat at all, because when I want to bribe rice the ghostly face that is still imagined it only makes me nauseous. Some people ask me why I don't eat, I just answer I'm full.
People have started to move home, I still don't dare to look back, when everyone in the house is out, and there are only three people, I stepped forward a few steps to get away and then looked out, but there was no one, my friends seemed to have gone home and there were only a few dirty dishes there.
I had time to help clean up the dirty dishes before moving home, it was like to spend the night at his house because I was afraid to meet the ghost again, but I was more embarrassed.
“Amin, take this side dish and rice home for your mother and father, it looks like they can't come,” he said, handing over a black plastic bag.
“Oh yes Mang thank you very much, if so I immediately go home afraid of kemaleman, after all it's half ten,” I replied while looking at the wall clock.
When I wanted to go home he lent me a flashlight tied to my head, and I immediately accepted it. This sinter she used to nyari frogs at night.
•••••••
In the middle of the trip, suddenly my bike chain was dislodged, even though it was very dark, lucky I had a flashlight given.
For some reason, when I fixed the dislodged chain, the stinging stench made my stomach slightly nauseous, even when I was breathing with my mouth, the stench seemed to be in my sense of taste.
I unintentionally turned and saw the yellow flowers on the other side, and it was very close behind. At that instant, I plucked and squeezed it, then stuffed it in both nostrils.
Grateful the foul aroma was slightly eased, because the fragrant aroma of the flower. I had a chance to think, maybe this is the smell of carcasses from Warik (monkey) which was told by Amang Arif, considering it even makes me laugh.
However, my laughter stopped at once, remembering the story and my friend about the moon tree, Khairul mentioned the yellow flower and it was next to it, and the rubber tree was also behind, too, amang also said that it was a pocong and not a monkey. I looked down at the road.
At first glance I saw a white object hanging across the middle, the stench increased. I don't know what's on my mind, I even replexed forward, then, the flashlight was right on the face of the ghost pocong hanging from the trunk of the moon tree.
His face was rotting black, from his nose there was blood and pus pouring out, one eyeball was dislodged. Suddenly seeing the horror made me run off the ridge, dribbling a bicycle that I had not been able to fix.
This time I could no longer hold the screams as I saw in front of the glass, I screamed as loud as I continued to run away from the place, until I reached the area of the house where I lived.
I stopped under the headlights of people's houses to fix the broken chain, cold sweat pouring in the temple, I was still very afraid it felt like I could no longer run, he said, even the flowers that I plumped the nose were still there.
I took it off and immediately went home. After finishing fixing the bike. Arriving at home lucky father was sitting on the floor smoking his cigarette, I also handed over a plastic bag given by Amang Arif. Dad seemed confused to see me, but I immediately said I wanted to go to sleep before he could ask.
When I got to the room, I locked the door and covered myself with a blanket because my body was hot, until I finally fell asleep until morning exhausted.
••••••••
The next morning the sun was shining brightly, from the wall clock I saw already showed at 7:28, I immediately got up out of the room and wanted to take a shower and wash the clothes, when I got to the kitchen I asked something with my mom.
“Why come home from tahlilan even bring empty plastic?” asked my father with a look of wonder.
“Loh instead of the same side dish rice from tahlilan event,” replied me to be surprised.
"No you enter fresh leaves into this plastic and offer with them.”
Hearing my mother's words made me immediately understand who she called them, it's true that the plastic bag I brought was empty, even though when I ran at all it did not spill because I fastened, it was true, not even a little bit of a punch.
But for sure it was taken all by them because my sass brings food night-night, but no offer.
I also told my father and mother about me being bullied by the two ghosts. They answered that it happened because of my wrong behavior, from not praying to just wanting to joke instead of reading tahlilan prayers.
From then on I never dared to go home again except with friends, and also no longer make the same mistake.
- Finishes