Village Horror Stories Collection
Km Taluk. 13 Final Part

That afternoon at 17:30 was approaching dusk. Me, Amin and Ahmad went back to Handil Mantat outside. Precisely in Handil Mantat upstream to the local hangar to stop by the prayer magrib, before returning to Mejlis Km. 16.

Cycling together. Suddenly my bike wasn't working properly, so I slowed down.

“Woi waitin!”

They also stopped. “What's Mud?” ask Amin.

“Well, the chain is dislodged!” I also fixed it immediately.

“Try you guys see to sebrang. That's where Amin saw the hanging pocong,” pointed Ahmad.

“Aduhai in the comments again,” Reply Amin.

“There is nothing to fear anymore, the tree is already there.”

“That's right, but are you sure the ghost is gone. If you know he even moved to the salak tree,” pointed Ahmad again.

“Ha ha .. even good if he moves to the tree of salak, let thorns on nancapin him.” Amin laughing.

“Ai woman, want it to fit we bulik in the face (ai dare, we want to fit back later in his guard),” reply Ahmad.

“Originally with you guys, who got no papa,” reply Amin again.

“Haduh ... wrong who got who.” I immediately approached them.

“Have Mud done?” ask Ahmad.

“Already, yo depart.”

We finally reached the headwaters to perform the Magrib prayer. When we finished we relaxed for a while sitting on the outdoor terrace with Khairul and Lana.

“Emang where are you going?” ask Khairul.

“Ke mejlis km. 16,” Amin replied.

“Loh dare to go through Taluk situ?” ask Lana.

“We are also three, so there is nothing to worry about,” reply me.

“Trainer taruskah fierce ghost (indeed ghosts appear continuously)?” ask Amin.

Lana and Khairul looked at each other like they wanted to tell you something. “You know not yet, how did that headless ghost begin?” ask Lana.

"Have you known for a long time that the discovery of repetitive bones was?" answer Ahmad.

Lana shakes. "It's long before it happens."

"Well, is there more?" I'm very curious.

“There was once a fight between motorcycle taxi drivers, they drove passengers from Kapuas to Banjar. Both of them said they were not our village. Well one of them got more pay, and this friend envied asking for a share. Of course this person did not want until finally there was coercion, until the requested had fallen and his money was taken forcibly all.” Khairul.

“Kerna upset his money was taken. He also immediately stuck the key to the motorbike neck of the person who was careless to count money. The key pierced through the flesh of his neck until it released a lot of blood. It turns out he also carries a small folding knife in his pocket, until slitting slowly until his head is broken,” continued Lana gave me goosebumps.

Amin and Ahmad were surprised to hear it. “Then, he buried it in that Taluk?’ my many.

Lana and Khairul nodded. “But, said Julak Roni, his head was he brought home and dumped out of nowhere,” replied Khairul.

“Waninya pang maangkang kitu head, kayappa garang inya maandak sakira kada katahuan (dare to carry the head so, how to slow so as not to be caught)?” ask Amin.

“Not knowing is also possible in the crackle,” replied Lana making me shudder in horror at imagining it.

“It was originally until finally found during soil scraping. Then re-buried more properly despite the potluck,” said Khairul.

“After the story, we better leave before last night again,” Ahmad said.

Me and Amen agreed. “Loh 'kan ends you will also go home the night after the end of the event,” said Lana made me realize immediately, but Amin and Ahmad did not hear because they left first.

“They also go to the desk demanding knowledge, not to play games,” reply Khairul replied Lana.

Hearing that, I felt calm and soon followed Ahmad and Amin.

•••••••

After that, we finally went through Taluk Km 13. “Woi woi,” call Amin slowly.

“Try to see above there are dry twigs,” he continued instead stop by.

“Maapa ikam even lay-stop here, this is fitting gatah tree balilit yellow cloth tu (Ngapain even stop here, this is right in the rubber tree wrapped around the yellow cloth),” Ahmad reprimand.

At that moment I looked at the dry twig that Amin had pointed at. There it looks like a round black shape. “Anu may kite Min,” I replied.

“Emang there is a kite shape round not karuang that,” object.

“That's kalayangan pagat Min ai sanggat there, (it's a kite break Min stuck in there),” said Ahmad.

When our eyes were all on that thing. Suddenly what we call a kite fell quickly, and even made a loud noise when it hit the ground.

“I told you not to kite!” yelling Amin drove first until we soon caught up with him quickly because of fear.

At that time we arrived at one of the stalls away from the houses of the people, people called the stall was a Jablay stall.

“Bawa batanang first buhannya (we take it easy first),” call Ahmad.

“We menjablay first while making coffee to be fresh,” he continued.

“Min quin if your teacher tattoos, we ask that banyu ja hagan nang saikung this (Min later if you meet the teacher, we just ask for water for this one),” my answer.

“We leave Mud, heresy,” reply Amin until we completely leave. I heard he was just laughing and immediately caught up with us.

Thank goodness after passing through the Taluk, we did not approach strange things that disturbed the mind or something scary to arrive at the destination.

•••••••

After the event, we immediately went home and have now reached the ulin Km.14 bridge. I feel sure nothing happened again.

When I was on that bridge. I looked down to see the view of the moon in the river. It was very clear, because the water at that time looked so calm.

Twice I took my eyes off and twice again I was curious to see the view of the moon. Until the moment at the top end of the bridge, I wanted to tell Ahmad and Amin, but not so because they had started downhill.

Again I look down. Now ... I'm wide-eyed. My whole body immediately shuddered in fear. My feet are shaking, it doesn't feel bad.

A figure of a black-haired creature also came looking from below, hanged stand with me. His eyes reddened with sharp fangs poking out.

I was scared and looked away slowly. Walking slowly down the ramp while dribbling my bike, until it began to drive ahead of Ahmad and Amin who had almost taken to the road.

“Mud just relax, later it falls,” rebukes Amin.

I didn't deny it. They both got scared and ran their bikes down the ramp. Ahmad even rode it to make it faster, while Amin hesitated.

“Ikam nih scares us ja (you scare us only),” said Ahmad ngos-ngosan.

“There are ghosts under that bridge.” I pointed right where I saw it, and it was very clear when we were downstairs.

“Mud Truth is there?!” Amin looked on and so did Ahmad.

“Yang must have been lost. That thing is hairy!”

“We have to discuss, isuk ja, which is panting until home first (have not been discussed, tomorrow only, the important thing is we get home first),” said Ahmad immediately advanced his bike.

“Come Mud.” Amin and I followed him behind.

I'm sure they're scared too, even if they don't see it in person. But they try to forget to be calm.

It seems that the calmness did not last long. We all stopped when we started to enter the road that started a lot of grass and weeds, which is Taluk Km. 13.

I felt so scared and took my bike first quickly, that I went back to knowing Ahmad and Amin so that they were left behind.

But it did not last long, they were provoked until the three of us continued to go quickly, now even I was a little behind.

“Woi tugguin!” They don't listen.

I try to shake quickly. Suddenly my bike stopped suddenly making me almost fall. My chest almost hit the wheel of a bicycle.

I thought the chain was removed again or there was another damage to make my bike crumble suddenly.

“Wait Min! Madam! My bike's broken!” I shouted again and thank God they heard until they stopped even a little far away.

“Corrupted why Mud?” ask Amin.

“Lack of tau also suddenly grim suddenly.”

“Quick check first! the problem is we are right on the rubber tree wrapped in yellow fabric!” sahut Ahmad made me stare and panic

.

“Lakasi bahi Mud! (quickly fix Mud).” Amin looks scared.

I was very surprised when I saw my bike was fine, there was not the slightest damage.

“Where is Mud?” ask Ahmad.

“Nothing is broken at all, but my bike won't even run!”

I didn't know what to do but push hard on a bike that didn't move.

“Mud fast Mud! There's someone in the bushes!” showing Amin makes me even more anxious.

When I saw it was true. There was someone who was scavenging for grass, walking slowly closer. “Leave your bike to Mud, kina isuk noon maambil (leave your bike Mud, let tomorrow afternoon we take),” told Ahmad.

“Iya Mud leave it!” sahut Amin was getting scared.

“No way, if anyone takes how!”

“Quick do something or just leave your bike here! that guy's getting closer!” answer Amin.

I went back to trying to pull and push back my bike, looking around every corner thinking of finding a cause.

However, no matter how many times I looked at it, there was still nothing, we were all really desperate. I even tried to lift it to run, but my bike was very heavy.

“Stay can't!” I shouted at them.

I was shocked when I saw the faces of my two friends were so frightened, looking right behind me, they froze. When I looked into the bushes, the man was gone somewhere.

“What uwaaaaa ...!”

I screamed loudly, as I saw the headless ghost was right behind me. His dirty hands were covered in blood, even some of his fingers were upside down clasping hard on the back seat of my bike.

My hands even instantly refliks closed my nose when the fishy smell of stinging blood smelled. The blood was sticking out of every base of his neck that was cut off, slashed apart flooding his filthy body.

Until his right hand that seemed upside down fumbled to catch me. “From Mud!” yelling amen and Ahmad made me instantly pull back my bike hard.

What I did was obviously completely useless, there was only making me panic more and more and do other useless things. Amin and Ahmad kept yelling at me to run away from my bike, but I kept it.

Thank goodness I remember my God. At such a time I immediately read the verse of the chair while closing my eyes not daring to look. Until at the end of the verse I take off my cake and hit it in his direction. But all I hit was the air, the ghost disappeared first.

I immediately pushed my bike and rode it which can now be run. Back pedaling quickly followed Amin and Ahmad who had been waiting kept shouting at me for faster.

Along the way we all had nothing to say or say hello to, other than staring intently at the road and pedaling the bike very fast, now I have arrived home safe even though fear still shakes me.

I immediately locked the door and went to the bathroom to pick up the wudu. I went to bed trying to forget everything. But I'm sure, it will continue to be imagined in the next few days.

•••••••

The next day I was told by my mother to buy cookies in every house. I saw on the usual roadside bench where we were hanging out, many of whom were gathered very crowded.

“What is it Bah pina abut-abut, hemp banar (what is it Bah looks noisy, crowded sakali)?” ask him who is preparing to go to the rice field.

“Lacking to know too, mending you there to join the gathering is still a holiday,” he replied and I nodded.

I was curious and immediately approached and bought a cake. “That's Mahmudnya. Mun babuhan pian kada believe, takuni ja inya (nah it's Mahmudnya. If you don't believe me, just ask him),” said Amin suddenly pointed at me.

“The truth Mud last night you guys bullied that headless ghost?” ask Salihin.

At that moment I just nodded. “Where is Amin, usually has been gathering hours this way?”

“His mother said she had a fever,” replied Ahmad.

“Ammun dah, until Amin sick because of the sight of ghosts,” Salihin said.

“Oh yes Julak, what is the story of the ojeker's defeat is true. Said Khairul and Lana, they told Julak?” ask Ahmad.

“Actually it's just a story spread in our village, whether true or false everything is clearly still in doubt. It used to be that the rubber tree also had absolutely no such yellow cloth, what more a headless ghost."

"Well, in recent years, many people have come to the place to seek a gift, or a gambling interest. Of course this will only invite the infidel jinn who want to appear to be feared.” he replied.

Hearing that we all nodded in agreement. I also really understand, if it happens definitely because of the mistakes I have made. It is better to look for my own mistakes and try to improve.

“But I think what you're meeting is not how much. Actually, a few nights ago I saw and met two unusual creatures. One of them is a human-headed tiger. Worse yet I saw it around the street where we live!” salihin said that made us all surprised.

“I've also heard of someone who has seen wandering the streets where we are, but he said part of the back of his body is human!” roni's reply made us even more astonished.

No matter what the actual form of the creature, what I realized at that time was that the frightening threat was very close around us all.

- End-of-the-peak