Pocong Assayment Tumbal
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The roost is not entirely wrong. The doctor also felt a gripping night mood. As strong as possible, he thought calmly so that the fear of the village youth did not get more serious.

“Ah, stop. Don't think a no-no.” Try to relax and think positively.

There's not gonna be anything. Tonight the sky is beautiful with the full moon shining brightly. However, it was quite cold and a little gripping. It was nothing, nothing and nothing. Atang strengthens themselves not to get carried away by negative thoughts.

The night was bathed in a full moon with the howls of dogs that came out of nowhere. Damn, Atang was carried away with a dog's howl that sounded faint in the ear. He was sure the sound was coming from the burial ground. His instincts say so. Ah, bad omen, the bristles of the boy's lashes. He increasingly felt the pressure that made him increasingly unable to calm the existing anxiety.

Tap.. tap. tap, footsteps sound faint, but close. It's not like people walk or run. The jolt was similar to a person who was jumping, night-night.

“Pak Doctor heard that?” atang asked somewhat in fear.

“Hmm... no, Tang. Already, you just keep going. We'll be at hondokan.” soon Ilyaz did not look at Atang at all. Unlike the previous, the doctor would definitely look at his interlocutor.

Atang felt suspicion with the attitude shown, unusual.

What happened to the doctor?

The sound of a leg jumping still sounded right from the back. The child felt very interested and curious by the sound that sounded. He can't wait to be sure.

“Do not look back, Tang!” prevent Ilyaz, “just focus ahead.”

“What's up, Doctor Sir?” Atang did not look. Ilyaz's ban turned his head to ascertain who was following them.

“Nothing, Tang. Musala is near,” the doctor said that Atang kept his attention focused forward.

What Ilyaz did was not without reason. At a glance, before Atang realized the footsteps that followed them, he caught a white shadow. The way the road jumps up and down, tied to five ropes, typical of a corpse that is ready to be buried.

The village is visible. The clattering of leaping feet still followed them.

“Pak Doctor kisses something?” ask Atang.

The nose of this village youth is sensitive. The smell is disturbing, faintly foul-scented somewhat fishy.

“Already Tang, do not be ignored,” said Ilyaz did not want to comment much.

Not because the doctor is insensitive, the same smell is also sensed in the smell. The person who follows them is the cause.

Cold sweat flows along with a tight heart beat. Atang was more and more unwell with the doctor's answer, there must be something he did not want to know. An unpleasant mood strengthened his behavior. He could not hide his suspicions, especially as they got closer to the village musala.

Nervous and trembling made Atang's knees feel weak. Want to escape as soon as possible. If you have to, just disappear from there and a moment has arrived at the lodge. His head was very small to pass through the village musala which increasingly felt scary when the eyes could not be separated to pay attention to the situation. It was gloomy, dark and spread a thick mystical aroma. His eyes could not help but look at the state of the place of worship. As if hypnotized not to turn away, Atang was at home looking at the quiet and gripping musala.

The footsteps that followed also stopped as they momentarily fell silent in the musala courtyard. The smell that accompanied them, faintly drifted away and grew even more unscented. However, everything did not make Atang relieved. Instead he caught another fear, his eyes wide open, almost out of place. The mouth was completely stiff and only words were broken out. “Po... po.. poc...pocong!” yell Atang.

The figure that followed them jumped into the musala. Atang only regained his senses as the figure leaped high, half-flying.

“Tang!” call dr. Iliaz.

Atang pale with the appearance. A heavy blow to his guts made him unable to do anything. He was stiff with trembling knees, his heart completely gasped with a figure that followed.

“Pak Doctor?” sahut Atang is confused. His eyes glanced towards the back then the musala courtyard. The fear is still there, but not as great as it was.

“Nothing, Tang. It was just a kind of illusion, a picture of your subconscious.”

“Tadi? That was.. Really Mr. Doctor, surely that was not an illusion,” rebut Atang sure true to what was seen.

“You're too scared, Tang. Excessive fear causes your brain to continue imagining the figure you see.”

“Ta..but but,” Atang can not explain anything.

“Already! We leave this place and rest. Tomorrow you accompany me to convince residents to clean this musala.”

Atang could not comment. The figure that followed was gone, his breathing was relieved. Although, in the heart still feel misgivings.

Ilyaz caught two shadowy figures from the direction of the musala, they were sneaking around. Who's sniffing? Ilyaz's target is rising. He is sure, if the shadow that is seen is not a friend of the figure who followed them during the trip earlier. His instincts believe that. He can distinguish, even if only briefly see the figure earlier.

The difference is, they do not jump. Surely, the figure seen this time was not the undead that made Atang experience great shock.

“Tang, briefly. It seems that in the musala there is someone,” said Ilyaz.

“Pak Doctor don't scare, ah.” The doctor confirmed the truth of his instincts. “Pak Doctor, where to go?” Atang began to feel frightened as Ilyaz stepped up.

He's not bullying. His feet were steadily stepping towards the musala.

Atang had no choice but to go wherever the doctor went. Like the subtle movements of a cat, they also settle down to catch who is in the musala. Target can't escape from ambush.

Just as Ilyaz was about to enter, two known people came out from inside.

“Lho, Mr Lurah and Mr Ismat?” ask dr. Ilyaz.

Atang was happy to mix in wonder with the presence of Hamid and Ismat.

“Pak Lurah is here?” Atang asked.

Hamid looks nervous. His eyes showed that he was searching for answers to explain the existence of those who had not yet been thought of.

“Oh, we are checking the musala. Said Mr. Lurah, musala want to be functioned again.” Ismat responded with Hamid's confusion.

“Pak Ismat, not afraid? I saw him, sir. Hih sinister, pocong into musala,” said Atang heboh coupled with body shake, shudder.

“Definitely the lewd ustaz spirit. Yes, it must be, not wrong anymore. Many residents witnessed that this musala indeed holds the curse of his spirit,” with fiery, Ismat assured.

“True, Sir. Really spooky,” said Atang again.

“This cannot be allowed, Mr. Lurah. Especially if the musala is re-enabled. The spirit may be angry. Mr. Lurah still remembers with his curse oath ‘kan?” ismat's rant changed Hamid's expression.

“Iya Pak Lurah, Atang still remembers. Before ust. Aslam depends, he said if one day this village will get a punishment from Allah,” he said.