Village Horror Stories Collection
Km Taluk. 13 Part 1
...Chapter IX's...
...Km Taluk. 13...
Introduce my name Mahmud. I am a teenager in Anjir Village Serapat Tengah Km 12.5 Handil Mantat. More details I live in Handil Mantat in, which is a place that became a farm area.
That morning Friday’at about half-nine. I want to attend the Prophet's maulid event at Al-Fajar Handil Mantat downstream.
“Ooo Mahmud, that rice wrap has been brought?” ask my mom to come over when I drop my bike.
“Kina maabilnya, balum jua tulak (later take it, balum want to go too).”
“Remember not to forget. If the school shirt has been washed?” ask my mom again.
“Already Maa.”
It is common that on Friday’at arrived then all dirty clothes will be washed alone. Since Friday’at is our school holiday, there will be plenty of free time to do so.
Sometimes we like to call Friday’at as National washing day. Not without reason, because it is not only me who did it, almost everyone in our school who “Rajin” will definitely wash his own clothes at that time.
“Not leaving yet?” ask my father to come out of the house with stained clothes mud.
“Ngot come to the maulid Bah event?”
“You alone, abah want to go to the rice fields,” he replied as he went down from the terrace to the rice fields that are next to our house.
In Handil Mantat in, all the houses behind him must have rice fields. The amount of land makes the people in our village become farmers. The quality of the soil is also very suitable for planting rice.
When I was ready I left. “Mud wait!” amin shouted on his porch.
“Baimbayan (Baregan)!”
“Oke quickly put on.”
Amin immediately entered the house, while I waited on the side of the road in front of his house. “Mana Aminnya not ready yet huh?” ahmad asked with his bicycle.
“New to prepare.”
“We have hadangai ja already, if kidnapped narai kina inya (We just wait, later even kidnapped her person),” reply Ahmad.
“There-there you are ha ha ha ..”
Not long after, Amin came out and immediately approached us. “Come first.”
“Nah .. if you know this what we wait for, if the ends tell us first,” reply Ahmad.
“Tu butapih father ti, mun takait in the chain consumam tapuntal (it sagging, if the snag in the chain later twisted,” scold me.
He also fixed it immediately. “Where is your rice pack?” ask Ahmad.
“No need, besides many others also bring to collect,” reply.
“Not that. We join the gathering signifies that we also contribute to the smooth running of this Prophet's maulid event. After all, if we hold this event in our violation, they will also definitely bring rice packs to collect, then in redistribute.”
“Yes switch, mending we immediately leave, before the event starts” reply Amin first.
The two of us immediately followed him despite being astonished. Until we arrived at Al-Fajar, and it turned out that the show had started.
I saw Dayat and Syukri were helping to distribute packaged rice, as well as a place to collect it. “Mahmud, Amin, please help us,” pinta Dayat.
“Quietly, we are ready to help,” I replied.
“Can keep his bohan ni sabukkan surang (don't you guys hide each one pack),” accuse Amin while laughing.
“Come ngaku,”.
“Not another one, there are dozens we keep in the box,” reply Dayat.
“Having mulu from earlier, mending you share to there,” rebuk Syukri.
“Enggeh Mang,” taunted Ahmad to make Syukri take off his kisses about to hit.
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After that the show was over. Many people began to go home together while carrying rice wrappers. Good adults what else children who even give away two to three packs.
we also finished eating, but there were still five packs of rice left. “Wah very fitting, mending we eat again in the trunk while looking at the river,” said Amin.
“Umai kada tulai kah see the river, the days have already seen (waduh not bored what see the river, every day see the river mulu),” reply Dayat.
“Boleh also while waiting Jum’atan,” sahut Ahmad.
Soon after noon, I agreed. After all if we go straight home, it will only make us turn around.
When in the trunk or place deliberately built by the government to facilitate activities to the river. The whole building is made of wood. We ate the rice wrap together there while sitting in a chat.
“You have heard no, about the ghosts that roam in Taluk Km. 13?” ask Ahmad.
“That headless ghost is it?” answer Amin.
Ahmad nodded. “He had many people who saw his appearance, almost every time it appeared must be close to a large train tree wrapped around the yellow cloth.”
“Oh where it was a human repetitive bone burial first,” I said curious.
“Many people who have seen a headless ghost like they are looking for his lost head,” replied Ahmad.
“Hadday first. What does human bone mean (Wait a minute. What does human bone mean)?” tanya Dayat was confused.
“Loh have you never heard?” amin and Dayat asked.
“Then, when this river dredging fit up at Taluk Km 13, they instead found a human skeleton in the excavation. From there, his skull was not found. They searched everywhere, but the results were nil. Then they buried him as he was. Yes, it was without a head,” Amin said.
“So the kawa is blocked, the ghost of the bakapala cada earlier, yes in the grave earlier kahakan (so it can be said, the headless ghost, was the person who was buried earlier),” reply Dayat.
Ahmad nodded. “He said, the ghost was crouching while scavenging the weed grass in Taluk. Someone has ever gone to say hello. It was night out Isya, called-call not answered, ‘You find what Mang’ said the person, no answer as well. The person got off his motorbike and approached while patting behind him,” said Ahmad told me.
“Then what happened?” my many.
“Pas she claps her back. It turns out the back is even sticky, wet. Because it was dark, the man only saw his hands wet in black, and curious he also tried to kiss his hands. Uh even the fishy smell of blood. Suddenly he was shocked, and even more shocked when he saw the person in front of him was a headless ghost, standing upright facing him.”
“Umai membarutannya pang (very scary row dong),” said Dayat.
“Nothing yet,” said Syukri underestimated.
“Loh is there again?” ask Amin.
“I will have a family from Handil Cempaka. Well he often comes to attend haul events at my house. That night my amangku he came home late at night around tenth hour because he kept talking. Said my mother carefully in Taluk Km. 13 it was very quiet,” Syukri told me.
“Ai where is the horror?” cut Ahmad.
“Not yet, be patient. The horror is ja bakisah, there must be an opening first nang kaya bakuda-kuda night-night tu hen (not to mention, wait for patience. His name also tells the story there must be an opening, such as playing the horses of the nights),” reply Syukri.
“Malalain ja seikung this, handak bekam what ikam then taka situ tasambungnya (anything this one, want to tell what you so connect to there),” said Amin laugh.
“Approximately again,” pinta Dayat looks very curious.
“You scary stories, even joking at him,” my words make them laugh again.
“Well after that. When my charity came home, he broke down right on that big tree. Fitting back on the motor, headlights directly on and highlight the headless ghost who was standing, in the middle of the road from far away. Amangku was immediately shocked at the instant hit the gas, but strangely the motor does not want to go for a walk,” Syukri continued back to tell stories.
“Don't be afraid that you even grim unconsciously, so don't want to go for a walk because so shocked,” said Ahmad again
“That ghost is interesting from behind!" answer Syukri instantly.
"So when my amu was scared. He turned his face to the side, then accidentally saw the blood-soaked ghost hand holding him back. Suddenly again my anger looked forward while continuing to pull the motor gas. The ghost was now near her. It is very clear how the blood comes out of the base of his neck to smell fishy stinging,” Syukri said.
“Where to run if the whole,” said Amin.
“Alhamdulillah. At that time there were also people passing by, so the ghost suddenly disappeared. My charity was astonished and looked around to make a feast. Apparently there was another person walking crouching while scavenging for grass on the side of the road. Well this is like you said Mad,” replied Syukri.
“Tuh right, most people who see must be scavenging for grass around there,” Ahmad replied.
“Not wrong again, surely he is looking for his lost head!” amin replied so confident that he accidentally nudged me who was eating.
“Uma Min relax ja pang, tahambur nasiku well. Pina bagagah banar kam nih (waduh Min relax aja times, my nose scattered. Rich thrashing aja this you),” my word just origin.
“Iwak kalo bagagah (indang fish thrashing),” sahut Ahmad.
“I think you're done eating,” Amin replied with a laugh.
“Still not finished also Mud?” ask Dayat.
“Hearing your story so that lu-” has not finished I talk, the recording of people reading Qur’an was played as a sign that the time of Prayer Friday is not long until.
Dayat and Syukri went home first. I immediately finished my meal, then immediately went to Masjid Km. 11 with Ahmad and Amin until Jum’atan was finished. We went back to each other's homes.
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