Village Horror Stories Collection
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Once upon a time there was a land dredging in the village of Anjir Serapat Tengah to make a river. The workers and heavy equipment had arrived at the land scraping at 12.5 km to the place now known as Taluk Km 13.
“You all! If you can speed up the work here soon. As we see this place there is no house, only grass and field. What else with citizens and children that makes us more careful,” said a foreman at the time.
“Tuh nang trees there tu dusur ja sakira comfortable then tares. Mengangalihi ja (That's the trees that are there just to make it easier for us to pass by. Just bother),” he said.
Hearing the command, his workers immediately worked quietly and deftly. The sound of various engine roars in that place sounded loud towards the residential residents, many of them came, it was just to watch from afar.
“Pak Mr!” shouted one of the workers at that time frightened while tugging at the foreman's sleeve.
“Napa ngini abut-abut surangan, see what kam nih pina pale kitu muha (Is there a storm itself, see what you are, until the face is pale it)?” ask foreman.
“There Sir! In the soil of the excavation there are human repetitive bones!” his yell.
“Honest ikam (really you)?!”
“Mistakeless sir, it's a human bone.”
“Speak show where the place is,” the door and the worker led him to a place where a lot of ground excavation is piled up.
When he saw with his own eyes, the foreman was surprised to walk backwards and fall. “Astagfirullah Sir!” the workers are trying to hold back.
“Please quote all these bones and put them on the roadside there. We arrange it properly and ask for help from residents to bury it back,” pinta mandor was a little difficulty breathing because it felt shock.
The workers pushed each other and retreated. “Who goes home will do buhankam nih (what else do you do)!” angry shouting.
“It's our fault, we have to take responsibility. We did not expect all this to happen, but we also have to do something about this.”
After being advised some of them also ventured to take the bones buried in the pile of land. From the bones of fingers, hands, feet, and others.
Not long after the workers left, the residents approached, from men, women and children were curious about the news. They also help to collect and organize.
“There is still a lot missing from these bones, where was the gal earlier?’ ask one of the people at the time.
“Where did you dig it?” ask foreman.
“It's over there sir!” point them.
“Tabuk Ikam tubuk again in the intang situ, find the longitude, collect it here (you dig it again around there, find the right one, collect it and bring it here),” said the foreman.
They continued to search until everything was gathered except for the head. “The car is not yet together?” ask other people.
“We have dug deep, but absolutely nothing,” replied one of the workers.
“We scrape it, let it quickly at once continue the work,” pinta mandor it.
After dredging up to Km. 14 has not found the skull of the repetitive bone. They have all been helped by the citizens, but still can not go.
“We have been looking for hours, now it is also starting at dusk and the workers are exhausted,” said the foreman in front of the residents.
“Mun rich we resigned already, whether takubur kintang where it is, nang niai nang we buryakan (if this, we have it, whether buried around where, or not, let this be all we bury),” said one resident.
“But, about which side we buried it?” ask foreman.
“We bury it there, it's a piece of land that belongs to me,” point a teacher at that time towards the cassava tree and there is a little field.
“Others quickly dig a grave there?” pinta foreman.
Workers who are still energetic and assisted by residents to dig and bury the repetitive bones as they are. After being prayed together, the foreman pulled out the newly grown rubber tree and planted it on the grave as a sign.
Now this place is still as before, no one built a house, only meadows and weeds, and, a large rubber tree of yellow cloth barlilit.