Village Horror Stories Collection
New Terror Grave Part 2

The sound of an ambulance was heard coming, we who were resting at that time immediately went to Zainal's house. It is also seen that many people have gathered waiting to sholatkan.

As we walked along the bridge handil, our friend named Fardi came over. “Where to smooth?” tanyakanya.

We all stared at each other. “Let us tell you,” answer us simultaneously.

“Ha ha ha ... really compact.” She laughs.

“Ahmad, Fardi! please help here,” call teacher Subhan.

At that time I also wanted to help. “Handak kamana kam, hibak calimut ni kana kina people, guhannya handak worshipyangakan (Mau kamana you, a lot of land covers your body, will hit people, they will sholatkan), and,” hold Ogi while pulling my shoulder.

“Oh yes forgot.”

Ahmad, Fardi, Jolak Olim and Zainal helped lift the coffin. “Mari others also helped bring him to Langgar (Moshola), we both immediately mensholatan,” pinta guru Subhan.

“Don't be violated, we sholatkan in my house only,” hold Zainal suddenly make them stop.

“Ai right? good at breaking real broad ai (Loh, why? better to be violated, wider),” Fardi said.

“True Fardi said, so that everyone can sholatkan, if your home will not fit,” replied teacher Subhan.

“Gak papa Guru, let alone at home,” said Zainal made others wonder and wonder at each other.

I saw Julak Olim approaching the family of the corpse, consisting of his wife and child. “How about Mom, want to be home or in Moshola only?”

They both were silent thinking. “Home already? so as not to pollute Moshola,” says Zainal.

“Loh littering how, instead of the corpse has been bathed, let alone ready to be buried. Should have been able-” said teacher Subhan looks a little angry.

“It's okay Master, if you can just buried my father's body, because there we have also sholatan,” cut the child from the family of the corpse.

“Tapkan people who sholatkan only sedu-” said the mother.

“It's okay Mom, if we just buried it?” cut it again and the mother just nodded.

I think the child has a point, because maybe the father is very eager to finish from all business with this world, including the matter of the body.

“Alright if it's family will. If so, we take it directly to the funeral,” said teacher Subhan.

When I got near the excavation, I saw both of them look unhappy with the grave we dug. “Why dig here, instead of there can be closer than other graves. Thisan is at the end,” said the late wife while looking at me and Ogi.

“Sorry Cil, we have tried manabuk handak there, but many old tombs in his pocket. Tuhuk we can find the right here and (Sorry Mom, we tried to dig around there, but it turns out there are many old tombs. It is very difficult for us to find, and it can only be around here),” replied Ogi.

“Iya Ma'am we're really sorry, we've tried,”.

“This is also look! why is the grave watering?!” angry continues.

We both can only be silent and confused about what to answer. “Not that I want to mengebela them, but the land in our area is redah area or marshland, so it is naturally watery. You can also see your own grave here next to Handil (small river),” replied teacher Subhan while pointing the handil.

“All residents in our village, never mind it, because indeed the state of our land is like this. This will not complicate or slow the burial of the corpse. Who asked to make tabala also me, so that the position of the corpse does not change during the burial process,” continued teacher Subhan.

Both are very attentive listening. “Again dry or watery will make no difference, because it is just an empty body, so what we do is pray for his soul so that all his deeds are accepted.”

“True said Guru Bu, the most important thing is to pray for father,” said the child also helped calm down.

Although the two accepted, but when I looked again they still looked sad. “We submit how good it is Teacher,” the door.

“Ahmad says. Come, can immediately Azan,” pinta guru Subhan.

Ahmad immediately chanted the azan in accompaniment with us who slowly drowned the tabala. I, Ogi, Fardi, Zainal, and Julak Olim pressed the tabala with our feet to sink into the grave.

While some others, along with hoarding the chunks of soil from the excavation to be used as ballast, so that the tabala immediately sank to the bottom.

The sound of water entering the tabala made me feel a little horrified. You can certainly imagine it yourself, how the sound of each coffin cavity was entering the water, to make bubbles arise surface very quickly.

I'm sure those of you who saw it must have been scared. Moreover, I continued to press the chest with one leg, which continued to imagine how it would be if a hand caught my leg and pulled me into it. You also know what I am.

Now the water that pooled in the cemetery has been abundant around. Some people who stand around immediately look for another foothold so as not to get wet. After the Azaan, Ahmad immediately led to read Yasin and continued Tahlil until the burial was completed.

All the soil from the excavation was exhausted to seal the grave tightly, to form an elongated earth mound. Everyone squatted down while listening to teacher Subhan reciting Talqin. Everyone seemed very excited to listen.

•••••••

The people who participated in the funeral procession have now returned, all that is left is me, Ogi, Fardi who is cleaning himself in handil.

“Jaka bulik ha, real comfortable showering you at home with soap (mending home, obviously easy to clean at home can use soap), and,” said Julak Olim on us looks still covered in soil.

“This is only temporary so it is a bit cleaner, rather than there full of soil,” replied Fardi who was soaking in the handil with soil that is also still attached to his nose.

We both laughed at the behavior of both. “Iya-iya, if so first,” reply smile then leave.

“Umaaa raminya balumba (waduh cool swim),” said Ahmad on his motorbike also want to go home.

“Come come here, while remembering a childhood that likes to bathe in the river, until the smell of the moonak (Lay),” invite Ogi.

“Eh no ah, moonak smell later!” his reply made us laugh at his amused-looking behavior.

“Ahmad!” Suddenly Zainal called.

“Go to the others also come here soon, there's something they want to talk about,”.

“Tuh listen, Come sneak,” pinta Ahmad on us.

We soon followed him. “This is a little gift for you, we are very grateful for helping to bury, to be willing to get dirty and also pray for the deceased. Please accept yes,” said the child gave the envelope to Ahmad and Fardi.

His late wife also gave it to us. “Sorry I said a little harshly to you guys, I am so grateful to you both.”

“No papa Ma'am, we are also very grateful,” I replied.

“May the deceased be quiet in nature there,” Ogi said. The deceased just nodded and smiled.

At that time I accidentally turned to Zainal who was also being given three envelopes. “Well later I will love them both,” he said.

I thought maybe it would be given to teacher Subhan and Volak Olim, but the only one I was confused as to who. “Yo Sir we are also returning home. But seeing that Ahmad and Fardi were going home,” called Ogi surprised me.

“Oh Yes of course,” answered me while walking by it.

But I accidentally saw my feet which turned out there was still soil attached. “Gi go first! I'm going to handil for a minute!” I said turn away immediately.

When I wash my feet, I look at the new grave, just look around if anyone is left behind, but there is nothing.

*tik! Suddenly the sound of water dripping sounded so loud in my ears, I somehow even sepontan looking towards the new grave.

Something faintly black was standing right above the grave. Something that looks like a shadow.

*tik! the voice again sounded loud, but this time I saw something dripping from the black shadow. I tried to squint my eyes to sharpen my vision.

*tik! the voice just gets louder.

*tik! I saw it, something red-colored constantly dripping from the shadow.

*Tik Tik Tik!

*kraks! Suddenly a piece of hand fell onto his headstone in a burst of blood.

“Akhh!” I screamed for a moment.

“Sir! Sir!” yelled Ogi calling me.

“Eh what!” I was again shocked.

“Why not answered, already called from earlier called even bengong see tuh grave. Now why try even ngosan.”

I gasped consciously, my breathing was irregular, my mouth was dry trying to swallow saliva that had almost no water. I don't even remember where my mind went a few seconds ago, until I don't realize my own body condition.

“Sir, what's up?” tanyanya again looks anxious.

“Huhh hahh ... Quickly grab the motor and we go home soon,” my door rushed to him.

“This is me sitting in the motor, what are you doing?” the answer is wonder and curiosity.

I didn't even realize he was ready to go home. “Let me tell you!” I said immediately piggybacking.

“Yaudah it's up to you,” reply immediately tancap gas.

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