Village Horror Stories Collection
Human-Headed Horse Ghost Part 1

...Chapters IV...

...Human Headed Horse Ghosts...

That time after the completion of Isha Prayer. I retreated from the first shaf to sit down to the rear shaf, so that my body was right under the fan. When reading the letter with the priest. I heard two teenagers behind me. Curious, I tried to look at them.

“His eyes are crossed there is a ghost sighting of a human-headed horse!” Fazri.

“Loh! Is it true Zi?” pihan replied in disbelief.

“Totally! he said near the bridge that we often cross!”

“I heard from Akmal who told me this evening, while he was shopping in my stall. He said, the incident was only the night of Jum’at yesterday,” continued Fazri assured.

“Akmal jar sapa garang? (who did Akmal say?)” tanya Pihan still seemed to have doubts.

“Akmal told by his father. His father said the man who saw it was not far from the bridge. It was already hours of sleep, probably around 12 or 1 pm. This man woke up from his sleep because he heard a loud voice like, thud, thud, thud, so.” Fazri.

Hearing him talk thump-thud makes me want to laugh, but I hold back because I'm reading the wiridan.

“Ha ha ... What kind of sound is that!” Pihan laughed and immediately closed his mouth because he realized it was too loud.

“Well like a horse's footstep! Well the person who heard this earlier tried to see the window, because curious from the voice that was loud suddenly silent. Then suddenly loud again like a man running to and fro.”

“So I used to see noh tuha kah anum? (wait a minute, the person who saw it is old or young?).”

“A grandfather! Well fitting seen from the glass, he said it looks like a horse and-”

“Lah! look at Grandpa, most people ride a motorcycle. Dengerya aja thump-thumped when the voice knows his pot who shot aha ha ha ha ..” Pihan.

“Muyak Han ai! Cut ha tarus! (noisy! from earlier on answer!)” fazri replied angry and left immediately.

“Loh Zi has not finished the story, pray first just came home,” reply Pihan, but not answered Fazri. He kept walking towards the exit.

Hearing their conversation, instead of being curious about the story was even made to laugh with their behavior.

•••••

When finished praying. I also immediately came out of the breach along with the others until I reached the place of sandals.

“Tuh why is the priest left alone?” I asked a friend of mine named As’ad and Jamal.

“So the priest here must be mentally strong, if left by his teachers,” replied As’ad make me laugh.

“If not so can not be a priest,” said Jamal.

“If I am the priest of his lab that I have left,” I answer.

“The father became a priest, not until the day had already raised his person (If you are a priest, not until hoarse when people have gone home),” said As’ad.

“Namely well,” sahut Jamal.

“Mbah, read the Verse for ha ha ha ..” I replied laughing and followed them.

Channel my name Hidayat. People usually call Dayat. I'm 18 years old and I'm in third grade Aliyah.

Usually, if after Magrib I and As’ad always help teach children in this village until Isya arrives. After Isya we usually hang out at Fazri stalls for shopping and chatting.

Like tonight. Me and the others stopped for a while to just have a casual conversation. “Mang fried noodles one,” my door.

“Tomorrow night how to be married?” ask As’ad.

“Kalo can later help decorate and make a welcome note,” replied Jamal.

“Nih Mang the money,” said me while thrusting money at amang warung.

“Can be later, Sunday night not going anywhere,” my mouth and those who are sitting nodded.

“Have heard it said there were ghost horses crossing near the bridge?” ask Pihan.

“So I heard a little bit of your talk in the back. What is the story?” ask Jamal.

“The human-headed horse ghost was seen by an old man living near the bridge. He heard like the sound of horse footsteps pacing in front of his house. Curious that Grandpa was looking at her through the glass window."

"Truely, he was made to be shocked when he saw the front and back legs resemble a horse. While the upper body of the human body from the head to the waist. The ghost ran towards the bridge and disappeared.” Pihan.

“Lah nambahin. Eh but instead cool story,” I thought.

“Great addition, which I heard from Fazri was not until there the story. He was in a hurry and kept cut by you,” said As’ad and he laughed as if admitting his lie.

“Kitu pang when saw Pihan bakisah nih. Asik ha then looked at him (That's when Pihan told me. Always cool to hear it),” replied Jamal.

After a few conversations, we decided to go home. I took her home first because my stomach was hungry.

•••••••••

Next day. I went to school as usual. My school is not far from home is only about 1.5 km away.

When I delivered it in class, it turned out that the time had shown at 8:00 and the first hour was almost started. Usually I go to school is slow, so that the time until it has begun to enter the first hour. That way I won't have to wait much longer to learn.

Without feeling the time of rest has arrived. I also moved from my seat in the middle second row to greet my friend who was in the first row the biggest.

At that time my friend named Hafi first greeted me. “Yat! said there was a sighting of horse stealth in SD near the bridge Km 12,” said Hafi wanted to tell a story.

“Loh not that you live far enough away from it. How can you know?”

“That saw the sightings of people from where we handil Sinjung. Said he'd come home from all over your place, have you heard his story or not?”

“I've heard about the sighting.”

“Then I won't tell you.”

“Eh. This is a different story. The person who saw the sighting, the grandfather who had a house near the bridge.”

“Oh .. This one is different, he said he saw from the bridge derivative. He deliberately stopped by because he heard the sound of running footsteps.the sound was loud enough that he knew the sound was coming from the SD page."

"That's afraid of the children who are running wild at night. He decided to move in and to rebuke. Uh... pas disemperin, it turns out even a human-headed horse. He's driving around the flagpole!” said Hafi telling a story.

“Not just that. People from nearby had also seen in the SD was wandering to and fro,” he continued.

“Emang its silhouette is rich how?” my many.

“Yes, from the neck to the head of a human body. From head to waist. The rest of the horse's body with four legs,” he replied as he moved his hands to form the one he mentioned.

when Hafi and I were talking. Suddenly my friend who was in the local came to say hello. “Yat napa diulah (What else is it?)” ask Mujahideen.

“Eh Yes. Nih the Hafi horse ghost story on the bridge crossing our area,” I replied.

“Thursday night yesterday I actually saw it live!”

“How to tell the story until you can see directly,” said Hafi.

“Thursday night there was an assembly event at the mosque km.16. Now that I had something to take, I decided to cross the bridge. Then, when I put my bike on to ride that high incline."

"Suddenly something quickly flashed on my right side. I almost took it by surprise. Lucky I can still control it,” he said.

“Emang what's Ja?” I'm curious.

“At first I saw like a brown horse, but the neck was even colored like human skin. Even have hands like ours. The sound of his steps was like the horse's running steps I heard on tv-tv."

"Well, when we get to the bridge. I looked down and walked around, but there was nothing. I thought it was a bridge-waiting!”

“Not the bridge guard, but the SD guard near the bridge,” said Hafi.

“Injoint waiting. Already many have seen the appearance of being bridged!”

“But, people from my place often see in SD!” reply Hafi.

They both argue about. “Then it is so. There is a possibility that he is waiting for the area, maybe from SD to the bridge,” my intention to break up.

Hafi looked dissatisfied. “But-” said it stopped because the sound of bells sign ended break heard.

The mujahideen soon came out and rushed back to their classes. “Nah kaasatkan our story, until I remember again handak shopping (Lah because keasasi tell me, so forget to shop),” said.

“Ha ha ... Later just go home,” replied Hafi.

Because the teacher has arrived. I rushed back to my seat. At that time the teacher taught something that was very fitting with what we said earlier.

He said that the ghosts that people see and often hear, are none other than the Jinns who deliberately appear to resemble certain creatures.

If we see the apparition do not be afraid, but try to be brave and ask for protection from God.

Teachers also say that creatures like them are like fish that we put on land or land. At least one minute the fish will die. His words made us all laugh.

••••••••

When it was late afternoon, I joined As’ad and Jamal in the usual post, but this time it was not as usual. Where usually many fathers relax.

This time only Amang Agus and Laxative Roni were playing chess. From the dirty laxative of Roni it looks like he just finished working in the rice field.

“Dayat, As’ad, Jamal,” greet amang Agus who always wear Hajj and gloved kupiah.

“Mang's uploads! Want to watch TV first,” answered me while sitting next to jamal and opposite As’ad.

While Agus and Laxative Roni are on a large floor, connected with the long bench.

“Loh, 'will be home more comfortable,” reply while thrusting remote.

As’ad took the remote. “Asik here can gather together,” sahut As’ad and amang Agus laughed. While Laxative Roni seems to focus on his game.

“There is a message from the Precedent on TV. He said be careful if you want to cross the bridge Km. 12 Anjir Concur Middle,” said Laxative Roni.

I thought there was a way to start telling stories. Even so I was made to laugh. "Why be careful?” tanya As’ curious.

“Well, don't know the story about the appearance of a horse stealth bridged!” answer the laxative Roni.

“From yesterday evening until school was discussing the sighting of horse stealth continues,” I whispered to Jamal.

“Well, did the school discuss that too?”

“My friends are close. Si Hafi same person from handil agree Mujahideen.”

“Ha ha .. already bored yes.”

“Ya so dah,” answered me while Laxative Roni continued to tell As’ad.

“Indeed he was the bridge guard huh?” ask amang Agus.

“Most people see it bridged. Some of them even have to wait a long time because it is thought there are many motorcycles that want to cross, they are afraid to cross in case it hits,” said the laxative Roni.

“Ha ha... great also yes ghost can fool people like that. If I'm a direct breakthrough than a long wait,” whispered to Jamal.

“Well you dare? later when his beloved ran away.”

“Alah. Take the race!”

“This is what he will meet. Be careful about you later.”

“Ha ha .. impossible person-”

“Kak! mama call!” my brother shouted from far away.

“Well, dikiyau kuitan had been told bulik (Nah, it has been called the parents were told to go home),” said As’ad.

“Introduction. Later that night we gather again,” my answer passed away.

••••••

Arriving home. Turns out my mom sent him to work across the street. He said, pick me up around 10 p.m. Got an order from my parents immediately prepare and deliver it to the destination.

After reaching the destination he again warned me. “Say I take my mommy sharp sepuluh tuh (remember, later about ten pick up mama),”ucapnya warned and I agree.

When I got home, time was almost dusk. It felt like it was only five o'clock. The atmosphere is now a little dark. I thought maybe because the tree was a little thick.

Suddenly the sound of running footsteps sounded faint when I got pampered by the bridge. I pulled over for a moment to clarify my hearing.

The sound came from the SD that was nearby. The sound grew louder and sounded like it was running towards me. At that moment, fear began to envelop.

I'm afraid that the sound of footsteps I heard was the stealthy footsteps of the horses they told me about. I don't even dare look back.

Feeling very scared. I immediately put my bike to escape. Suddenly, a group of well-dressed children ran past me. Lucky with sprightly I immediately brushed to save myself and them.

“Huh gosh I almost hit them. Because of my uncontrollable fear could be wretched,” I said stroking my chest to see the children kept running away, not surprising what almost happened to them.

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