Village Horror Stories Collection
Terror New Grave Final Part

When we arrived, it turned out to be true what Roni's laxative said. His face was pale exactly the rich sick person, he was sitting pensively on his porch staring at the direction of the grave.

“Zainal fast ngaku, who exactly is the new corpse!” yelled the laxative of Olim as he approached.

Zainal was surprised to look confused in fear. “What's the matter, how crowded?”

“No need to be a lot of pundits, be honest and kam (don't talk much, be honest with you)!” Julak Olim stared intently.

“Mang just tell us as you told us yesterday, that it's a distant family,” Ogi said.

But he fell down, not answering. “Mang,” call me.

“Sorry, what I told you is that my family is actually a lie, It's not my family, they're just people I just met from my friend,” the answer left me and Ogi in shock.

“Well, surely this is nothing!” sahut Julak Olim.

“Quiet-quiet. Zainal just tell us everything,” said Julak Roni.

“Actually the corpse was rejected by their villagers because of his bad behavior, even unnatural death. So they sought their relatives to ask for help in order to be buried, but they did not want to get into trouble. So one of Mareka's family called me to help with this funeral,” he told me.

“So right, word circulating that this mayyit was killed?” julak Olim asked and he just nodded.

Julak Olim looks very upset and furious with Zainal, but he holds it all up by squeezing his own hair. “If it is already gini want in what, you should be honest from the beginning let us bury it elsewhere, if gini just in our midst.”

“I'm so sorry about this, but please don't mind me. I already suffered after the burial was over, I kept getting pulverized by the corpse, it felt like I wanted to just leave here!” he said so scared.

“That's where the banar, ikam nang want trouble, ikam nang handak bukah, kam kira ikam ja kah nang visited, I visited last night also know! (it's nice there, you make trouble, you run, you think you're the one he kicked, last night, I just got there too)!” reply Julak Olim more upset.

“You're new once, I've been from kamarin!” angry shouting.

“After two nights I couldn't sleep, my house always got a knock on every corner. And last night ..” He was instantly speechless with a face full of cold sweat, his eyes so empty.

“Mang.” Call Ogi while the talc touches Zainal's shoulder.

His eyes began to wither and suddenly fell unconscious just like that, leaving us shocked.

“Astagfirullah!” Julak Roni instantly restrained his body.

“Loh why even fainted, we have not finished talking,” said Julak Olim.

“There is no need for us to discuss again, now help me lift it," Roni's laxative request made me and Ogi immediately help.

Although a little confused by what happened we helped him to rest at home. Julak Roni also asked us to go home and he will take care of Zainal who looks so pale.

•••••••

On the way home, Julak Olim looks so upset. “Can-can Zainal do that in our village, he should talk about it first with everything,” grutu Julak Olim.

“Indeed if he talks first, are we going to approve the funeral?” ask Ogi.

“Sure, maybe we can accept it, we can bury it far from the settlement, for example in Taluk Km 13. Who cares if we bury him there, surely there will be no gini-rich terror in our village,” he replied.

“Heee .. existing will be 2 tuh headless ghost in taluk km 13,” sahutku shudder in horror.

“Well at least he did not live haunting around the citizens,” reply Julak Olim.

“So we have to what about the corpse as a murder victim, do we have to keep it a secret?” ask Ogi.

Julak Olim was silent to think. “Will I tell Subhan's teacher first and RT sir to ask for an opinion.” Hearing that answer, we agreed.

“Oh yes Gi, who do you think will be kicked again?” my many.

Suddenly Ogi came to a halt from his steps, his body shaking and his gaze blankly facing down. I knew at the time that he realized something, but when I asked him, he was just quibbling with something that had nothing to do.

••••••••

That afternoon it was Magrib. I saw Dayat, Syukri, and Isar relaxing together on the riverbank bench, waiting for Magrib to arrive.

“Why Sar last night Fardi was screaming?” ask Dayat.

“Loh what's wrong Yat?” sahut Syukri's.

“No idea too, where it is late at night again, instead of sleeping he even screams at his home,” Dayat replied.

“I was also surprised to know that, we all went to see him in his room, he said there was a ghost above his slowness,” said Isar.

Hearing Isar's reply I came to them. “Please tell me everything!” my yelling.

“Heh Nasir makes a surprise,” said Dayat. 

“Iya Sar tell us too,” Syukri said.

••••••

By then the entire Fardi family had fallen asleep. Fardi, who was alone in his room, was awakened by a voice that kept calling his name, but he tried not to care and went back to sleep. But the sound also did not stop.

“Fardi ... Fard ... Fardi ..” The voice was very similar to his sister Isar.

Fardi who is certainly half conscious is very lazy to wake up, until the drop of water falls on the face makes it even more unable to sleep again. He had moved, but the water kept hitting his face.

“Hah ... just interrupt!” he said he immediately woke up while complaining with his hands up.

Something sticky and wet held hands that touched the ceiling of the mosquito net. Water flowed soaked his hands up to his shoulders and armpits.

Fardi was immediately wide. The water dripping from earlier and simultaneously drenching his body right now, was the blood from the face he was holding.

The position so close to the face made him clearly see the figure. A black body figure with a face split open the crosswise slash marks from the forehead of the left collar.

“To-lohuakhh!” The blood vomit from the figure instantly flooded his body.

“Aaakkhhh ..!” At that moment Fardi shouted so tersely.

•••••••

“That's how he told us, he really yelled really hard.” Isar said.

Those of us who heard the story felt something terrible. We can't imagine what it would be like if we were in his position.

“What is also part of that new grave terror?” dayat.

We looked at him silently. “I mean you've all heard it, rumors are circulating that he was killed,”.

“From the stories of the people are also the same, namely a black figure, but he always appears with a crushed face always clearly visible,” said Syukri.

“Kata Fardi also seems to be the same figure as the story of Julak Olim," said Isar.

I was silent thinking about everything. If this is a terror that has a pattern then who will be next. If the first is Zainal and the second is July Olim, then the third is Fardi. Then what makes them the first, second and third, and something about what will make them the fourth.

“If true, so who next?” dayat.

I jerked. “Not true! Maybe not true!” suddenly shouted.

“Eh what is not true!” isar shouted in shock at my work.

“Loh then, the turn of azan today Pihan dong,” Syukri said.

I was immediately confused by what they were talking about. “Loh Pihan has what not Sir?”  ask Dayat wonder.

“What are you talking about?” I was more astonished.

“Loh, we were talking about who turned azaan today,” said Isar.

“Already let me, the time has come,” timpal Syukri immediately went to break, then accompanied Dayat, Isar and left me alone who was still silent.

•••••••

After the prayer, we all went home. “Ahmad where ya Ji, how not a kaliatan from this afternoon?” ask Dayat to Hj. Sabran.

“He was sick, already from this morning, kanya kapidaraan,” replied Hj. Sabran. 

“Vehicle, how can Ji, what because of yesterday's funeral?” manya curious.

“It's not that, after all it's been a few days. But ... kaya because of the incident last night,” reply.

“Tnight ago? did something happen?” ask Syukri.

“Don't rich Fardi last night screaming ha ha...” says Isar.

“Emang Fardi why?”

“What Ahmad is also in the ghost yes, because last night he had shouted while slamming the room window. It was so loud that my mother and I woke up. As we were samperin he was just silent and bored sitting leaning under the window. But he doesn't want a story,” Hj. sabran said.

“So now how is Ji, does he not want to tell?” I asked Samakin to be curious and scared.

“Already bapidara and a little mengingan, he also still does not want to tell.”

“Thankful lah, hopefully quickly healed,” said Dayat.

Kapidaraan is a term used by the Banjar tribe for children who experience unusual fever pain, this capitalization usually experiences heat symptoms in only half of the body, for example, the left part from head to foot or vice versa.

According to many people, the vehicle is usually caused by the disturbance of subtle creatures who reprimand or greet, as a result of which someone who is likely weak against such things will fall ill.

Well the treatment itself is called bapidara, the material used is very easy to get, namely janar (curmeric), lime and betel leaves.

Grated turmeric with a mixture of chalk on the betel leaf, or sometimes placed on the side of the machete blade or knife, then applied to the forehead, palms and soles of the feet.

Rubbing it also has a certain way, namely by crossing to form the letter X. When applying it is usually read Sholawat or certain verses.

Our grandmothers were the ones who continue to pass down this method hereditary, because it is quite powerful to overcome the panyakit.

•••••••

And then that night. I woke up to piss. I kept holding him back for fear of what else to come out of after hearing stories about Fardi and Ahmad.

But because it could not be held back, I was forced to open myself to go to the bathroom.

Our uncluttered bathroom was clearly increasing my fear.Thankfully the moon was bright.

When you want to take water, it turns out the water in the bucket is exhausted, or else I have to reach to the bucket next to it that is far enough, to have to try to reach it.

When I managed to get some water, I felt like I was slamming something in that bucket. Sure enough, when I saw something black I thought the shirt was submerged and expanding there.

“Hadeh .. can-can be dirty clothes in enter here,” gruntuku.

I was more disgusted when I saw the water was red, because it was so dirty black clothes. “Whose clothes anyway, until dirty gini, where rich a lot of hair again.”

I had to take that shirt and throw the water away. And when I touched and lifted the shirt, I was surprised, it turned out that what I touched was really a hair and what I lifted was a human head.

The bright light of the moon made me wish that night there was no moon. Because how not, the sticky face, wet, and flowing blood battered with water from every tear of flesh on his face was so clear.

“To ... Long.” The torn mouth was increasingly bleeding.

“Aakhhh ..!” I screamed as loud as I threw that head somewhere. I turned my face and tried to run home.

“Astagfirullah!” my father shouted that he accidentally hit him when he got to the kitchen.

“Why are you running around and screaming like that. Shut up, people on already sleeping!” snapped it.

“Huhh hahh .. no ghosts!” my yelling.

“Ghost? What ghost?”

“Seriously! right there! this must be because of the new tomb! everything has been terrorized, and it's our turn!” my spoken.

Hearing that my father looked surprised and immediately closed the kitchen door that was still open. “We stand guard tonight, lest the ghost disturb your sister and the others.”

I was surprised that he believed in me. “I've heard a lot from others, many have seen the sighting.this does not continue to be left,” he continued and I nodded.

That night we had to keep watch until morning.at some time we always heard knocking from the front door, kitchen and also window. But we didn't care about it and thank God nothing else happened.

•••••••

The next day we were called to gather at RT's house, namely Aku, Ogi, Julak Olim, Julak Roni, including Fardi and Also Ahmad Rifa’i. It seems Julak Olim has spoken the truth about the body, so we are also called.

We were all asked to recount the apparitions and terror that we received. It turns out that last night, Ogi also got the same terror.

The next time Isya when she came home from the river, she saw someone standing facing a butter tree in her yard, she thought that it was Hj. Agus because their house is next to each other.

“Haji Agus, what are you doing there, the tree has not borne fruit yet,” call it.

“Tumben wear black shirt, usually white mulu shirt,”.

The figure also turned to slowly make Ogi slumped, the moonlight that night again showed a figure of a creepy crushed face so clearly, the head continued to look until his face was behind the body.

Ogi who saw the apparition froze until the head came off, falling rolling towards him, very close just below his feet.

“To-long.” The torn mouth spewed blood on the ground hitting Ogi's leg.

“Aakhhh ..!” Ogi flinched unconscious immediately running towards his house.

He said that night several beats were heard in every corner of the house, but he did not dare to look at them.

Ahmad also finally wanted to tell a story, that night he was also made to wake up by the sound of knocking, only the knock was continuous in his bedroom window. At first he had no strange thoughts and thought it was Syukri next door.

Unsuspecting he opened the window just like that, a gust of wind swept through his body and carried such a foul scent. His eyes began to be fixed clearly towards a black figure holding his severed head.

He saw clearly the torn mouth was about to speak, but he immediately closed the window and locked tightly. And that knock was not heard anymore.

••••••

“I had thought that this terror had a pattern, and thought about who would be next. But it seems that it is wrong, the figure of the new tomb just seems to want to scare us,” said Ogi.

“I thought the same thing. The figure clearly just wants to scare us and be overshadowed by the terror of that knock,”.

“It seems only Subhan's teacher did not get that terror,” said Fardi.

“No, I also saw the black figure several times, but only at a glance. In fact, we do not have to think too much and fear excessive in that figure."

"We should always be close to him, many good prayers to avoid all the evils of creatures. Just practice, God willing we will always be awake from their crimes,” said teacher Subhan.

We all agreed to that. What he said was very true, we were too late for this terror.

“Oh yes so how about the truth that the mayit was killed, do we have to tell both citizens?” ask Ogi.

“We should keep it a secret. If you tell that, fear that some residents even ask to move the tomb, it will certainly be a problem later with the family left behind, he said, the problem is afraid it will also concern the problem of the good name of our village,” replied RT sir.

“But how if this terror continues, all citizens will definitely be disturbed peace,” said Julak Olim.

“I think we can withstand that a little bit more, these terrors will definitely not last long. Stories that are not much different we have often heard, but only about a week, it just vanished,” replied teacher Subhan.

“True, it looks like this is the best way, we can let this pass you by,” said laxative Roni.

I see Ogi, Ahmad and Fardi seem to agree about it, while Julak Olim still feels hard to agree.

“Julak Olim, for a while we can accept this proposal, if in the future it still haunts residents, we are forced to move it,” said RT sir.

“How are you guys oneju?” continued.

“Satuju ja we ni (we mah agree aja),” replied Ahmad Rifa’i.

“The best course,” replied Fardi.

Me and Ogi seling stared and nodded. “Well we agree,” Ogi reply.

Master Subhan and Julak Roni smiled and nodded. “Julak Oil?” ask again RT.

“Alright,” the reply was short making us all smile.

“Oh yes Julak, where does Zainal not come?” my many.

“Yes nothing, did something happen again?” ogi Sahut.

“Now he really fell ill, unlike yesterday his face was pale pure fear. He has also told me everything,” replied the laxative Roni.

“Does he still keep getting terror?” ask Ogi.

“I think it's something different.I'm sure this has nothing to do with the new grave terror, this is a much different figure from your story,” he replied very seriously.

“Different?” Ogi looked at the wonder.

“Maybe you've heard this story. Someone who goes to Taluk km 12, dumps (what) and lays offerings looking and asking for something about gambling to the waiting creatures."

"But the one who came was just a giant black creature, just his hand that appeared framing all the rubber trees in the bay, this person had run away in fear and never came again,” his continued made us all speechless given that very creepy story.

“Looks ... that figure was clearly seen, and terrorized Zainal.”

- End-of-the-peak