Angker Village
First Death

Morning Day....

I was hanging my clothes in front. Before long, the sound of footsteps surprised me. It sounded so clear in my ears, by the time I turned around, there was no one behind me. I started to get scared, my hair stood up.

Tak...

Tak...

The sound of footsteps rang out again, I remained focused on sunning. I try to ignore that strange sound. But one hand slapped my shoulder. I was reminded of yesterday's incident, where I saw a piece of hand sticking up.

"Well....." I screamed even though I didn't see it first. I've been scared enough.

"Freak, what else are you doing?" Ask a man who made me stop screaming.

I looked back and saw my neighbor's son right behind me. My mind started to calm down, the fear disappeared.

"You're surprising me. Why do I pat my shoulder immediately, I should say hello first" I said in annoyance. The person in front of me looked relaxed and smiling.

"I'm here, just wanting to see how you're doing. Are you all right?" He looked at my body.

I started to get confused and embarrassed, the intention of wanting to help him yesterday, even I bothered him. Not feeling good, I screamed at his house too.

"I'm fine, thank you for driving me home yesterday" I said, looking down in shame.

"Good then, my name is rian" he said gently as he extended his hand.

I looked up, this man immediately invited me to meet. Though he just said I'm a freak, a man's mind can't be guessed.

"Thank you rian" I said as I carried the clothesline in. It's not that I'm arrogant to meet him, it's just that I'm not so familiar with men. Let him say anything about me, I don't care.

"Your name is luis, isn't it?" Shouted rian. I just nodded while entering the house.

Just come in, the door sounds on tap. Added screaming sounds from outside. I approached in a hurry.

"Luis, where's your father?" Ask Mr. Ali, our neighbor.

"My father hasn't come home from uncle's rice field. Maybe soon" I said kindly. But ali looks worried and panicked.

"Yes, if your father comes, tell him that the priest is dying" Ali said before leaving.

My brain began to digest, the feeling of unease came. What does Mr Ali mean?

I took my phone and called my dad. Early in the morning, my father left for the rice fields. He said he wanted to give fertilizer. Fortunately, he had a cell phone with him, so he could call.

"Hello father, uncle Ali came here, he said the priest was dying" I said.

I ended the call and rushed to the Imam's house. When we got there, a lot of people were crying. There was also a pacing back and forth looking panicked.

I can't go in, it's full inside and I'm taking the priest. I saw Anna sitting under the mango tree.

"Ana, did you come here too?" My toot.

"Yes, Mr. Ali came to the house" Ana said.

That's how life in the village, a little sick already stirred. The sense of help is too great.

Ana looked at me fixedly, I just furrowed my brows not understanding.

"You've never felt anything strange either day or night?" Ana asked back.

"Yes a little bit, but I think it's just my feeling" I said, dismissing all the strange happenings. Not wanting to make myself think.

"All residents also felt it, Mr. mus had seen the figure of kuntilanak who walked by every house in our village. Mr. Mus had just returned from the mosque with the imam"

"Does this all have anything to do with the kuntilanak that Mr mus saw?" I said while guessing.

"Of course, I can't see anything. The negative power in our village is already enormous. I don't know since when" said Ana who had given up. His face looks sullen.

Not long after, the sound of crying broke out from inside the house. All the citizens including me and ana ran inside.

"Innalillahi wainnailaihi rajiun" said everyone inside.

The cry of the wife and son of the priest broke, they tried to wake the body of the priest hoping to live again. But there is no power that can do it except Allah. We as humans can only surrender and sincerely accept the test of life.

I came back out with Ana. If I continue to be inside, I might cry too. Not strong to see those who are lost. I felt it when my mother was gone forever.

"Luis, where's your sister?" Said Ana instantly.

"Astagfirullah Al-azim, I forgot my sister" I just remembered my sister who I live in the house. Didn't tell him if I left.

"Oh my goodness, sister can be forgotten. You senile what amnesia?"

I did not heed Ana's words, I ran as fast as I could to get home. Only the sound of wind was heard. Just in front of the house, I saw someone I didn't know was at the entrance wanting to enter.

I walked quickly, my feelings were bad. Moreover, the person does not see his face. Long hair covered all of his face. Plus the clothes are all white.

not being too focused, the foot accidentally hit a small rock, making me fall. I held my leg and forced myself to stand up. And strangely enough, the figure no longer exists.

I began to be confused, there was no way kuntilanak banging day and day, usually night.

My mind grew more and more chaotic as I searched for my sisters but did not find them inside the house. I was not calm, panicked and worried.

I only left my sister for a while, but it was no longer there. My youngest brother is already six years old so it is no longer a child who goes without permission.

I came out of the house looking for my sister, maybe she went to her friend's house or something. When wearing sandals, black shadows are clearly visible on the ground. The shadow is like a human being but not me. Long hair and high body. There's no way I.

Despite the fear, I forced myself to look back. I wonder about his face. I turned my face back and the unsightly sighting looked right in front of my face.

A person with long hair, white eyes and a face full of blood everywhere. Even dripping. And open mouth surprised me. Screaming while covering my face so as not to see it.

Not long after, someone held onto a leg like he was hugging it. I screamed and asked for help. But the person still hugs the leg unwilling to let go.

"Big brother why?" A voice that is not foreign to me.

I opened my eyes slowly and saw my little sister hugging my legs. My heart is still beating. Like jumping from his place.

"Where are you from?" I ask with emotion. My sister left unbeknownst to me, of course taking me up the tension. What if something happens to him?

But something strange, my sister's clothes were not like the one she was wearing this morning. The shirt was white, and slowly the fingernails turned sharp. His face became dull I looked at. Moreover, his laughing voice sounded terrible.