Pocong Assayment Tumbal
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Atang wants not to ignore all the sounds that make uncomfortable. But it did not work, the eyes were reluctant to close and even the heartbeat was getting faster. His instincts caught something that made him anxious and felt a sense of tension. So does the ear, re-capturing other sounds after heavy objects move away. The voice that was heard this time, the footsteps of the person who jumped at night. He knows exactly what he is hearing.

Sweat is getting colder. The body as if stiff so trembling, the more anxiety makes it difficult not to wake up. Jumping legs sound odd, close, being next to the bedroom. Not knowing where to get inspiration from, Atang just realized the position of the bedroom. This roar is right on the side, behind the musala.

He remembered the coffin storage place of the corpse which was famous for its peculiarity.

Ah, shit at a time like this, why even remember that coffin? I remember, the coffin could move on its own even fly without anyone controlling it. The whispers of Atang's heart are reflected in the mind. And now, the sound of feet jumping on a blind day? He must have understood that the footstroke was not a human footstep. Where there may be human activity in the morning blind. Moreover, when realizing that the village is not a crowded place, it is certainly not also a visiting citizen, considering that this village is completely isolated.

“Tang, please...cold,” a voice calling from outside. Atang was familiar with that voice, though, a little changed a bit on his nerves, but was very familiar with it. The owner of the voice, just buried this morning. Atang's eyes were forced closed, still unable to sound. The ears clearly caught the voice of Anto who died last night, calling his name and asking for help. “Tang, please. Cold,” again, same voice calling. He was shivering even more as a knock was heard from outside.

Tok..tok, the window echoed.

Atang did not dare to answer or confirm who called and knocked on the window. His head had been consumed by the horrors that whack. He did not want to have to deal with the person who had just risen from the grave, very shock. It felt like quickly meeting up early in the morning in order to immediately escape from the gripping fear.

Atang stay awake.

The voice that called out his name vanished, completely teasing. However, another leg-jumping rang out, moving backwards. Towards the kitchen adjacent to the location of MCK musala. He knew exactly the location of the village hut. Step her leap towards it, then stop. Atang's sweat is not constantly flowing, anxiety and fear are increasingly controlling.

The sound of steps stopped, changing with the creaking of the door from behind the lodge. Kreeetttt, the distinctive tone of the open wooden door, Atang more and more darkened with that voice. The back door is certainly locked, and where there are guests who will enter from the back of the house. Propagate? Ah, the most stupid and reckless who would break into the lodge near this cursed mustache. This lodge doesn't hold any valuables. So, surely entering this hut is not a thief or a guest, Atang believes his thoughts.

When the back door slam rang out, Atang almost jumped off the slash. The boy's heart was actually made to jump. The leg stomps, re-sounding and getting closer, leading towards this room.

Atang hurriedly pulled the blanket to cover the entire body from head to toe. With that idea, he hopes to avoid visiting guests who have never been wanted. The heart is still beating hard, nervousness cannot be hidden. The ears were very light that morning. The young man caught the sound of a smooth step approaching, his steps were the same as the steps of the figure that followed on the way to the hut. Closer and closer. Wanted to scream hysterically, but everything seemed locked. Throat seems to inhibit, difficult to make a sound and survive not to scream or it will even provoke the attention of the step owner, as much as possible does not provoke his attention.

The owner stopped.

A cold sensation penetrates the skin of Atang. Slowly, the cloth covering the body of the poor young man was revealed from the direction of the feet. He felt a fist clinging to his ankle, cold. The hand that was clinging to was completely cold, holding a strong and smell of the distinctive oil of a corpse.

“Tang, please. Cold,” the same sound is heard again, shrill and raucous. Atang is getting shaky. “Tang, please. Cold,” back he whispered in his ear.

Atang had to open his eyes. He could not survive to continue hiding behind the cloth that covered the entire body. The cloth continued to unfold on its own. Slowly the eyes opened. Although, with a roaring breath, it restrained all fear, it ascertained who had drawn the cloth. Eyes wide when they know who is in front of them.

“Tang, please. Cold,” Anto weld.

However, that did not make Atang feel pity. Fear is more controlling of him.

“Po.. po.. poc pocong,” screams Atang then his body limp because it was shaken violently to unconsciousness.

The shout awakened Ilyaz spontaneously, he jumped from the fall. “Astagfirullah, Tang?” his screeches.

Then quickly checked the state of Atang. His eyes widened and were glued for a moment as his consciousness caught the white figure wrapped in a shroud, disappearing from the front swiftly. Ilyaz examined Atang's chest, ears affixed.

Atang's heart rate is fast beating. Then, both eyelids were opened, the eyeballs were almost on the white side entirely. The doctor took a small bottle of eucalyptus oil. “Tang, wake up,” call him while kissing the bottle.

The roost showed a reaction.

Eyes that are bleached and closed, begin to open. Somewhat surprised, confused by what happened. Her facial water shows both curiosity and panic.“Doctor, where is it? Where's the pocong?” Stringing with ambient conditions.

“Quiet, Tang. There is nothing.”

“But but, earlier pocong. Anto's spirit came and....,” his eyes glanced in horror, “Pak Doctor, Anto is still here? The curse turned out to be true,” the face was completely pale and tears were drenched in fear.

“Tang quiet, nothing. It was just a shadow of your fear. Before you go to sleep, you tell me about the curse, you forget to pray. Now, we better congregate in circumcision prayer while waiting for dawn. You are too late with fear,” both hands Ilyaz holds the shoulder Atang.

Atang's fear diminished a little, he began to calm down. Then think, what the doctor said has a point. His mind was too focused on the horror stories of the curse of the musala before going to bed. The young man had forgotten the power of God that would guard him from demonic interference. “Maybe, Mr. Doctor has a point,”.

“How about we take wudu water and congregate?” Ilyaz asked, trying to relax and assume that nothing happened. In fact, he had seen a figure wrapped in a shroud with five ties when he woke up clearly, right next to Atang. However, the doctor will not make everything very scary and chaotic. The doctor was calm enough to control the situation so as not to be too creepy nuances. Enough just now with Atang's hysteria that made him unconscious.

Do not let the curious spirit feel victorious with terrifying terror. Ilyaz believes that the position of humans is more noble than the spirit of curiosity which he considers only slander spread by the figure of the devil. There was no way a dead person could roam the human world. They have nothing to do with the living.