Pocong Assayment Tumbal
seventeen

From within musala.

Without realizing it, a thin white smoke appeared. The smoke was getting longer and longer forming a single figure. Faintly, a shrouded human figure bound to five, followed from behind. The feather bristles as a sign of the presence of another accompanying figure. There was a faint sound of footsteps, as if far away.

Then, his nose smelled a somewhat rotten smell like the smell of flesh that was starting to melt. Samar, but the smell is disturbing. His natural instinct remained to feel fear with things beyond reason. However, he tried not to be affected by the fear. The lips did not cease to speak the name of God, not hysterical with footsteps that followed.

“Please,” now, the sighing voice sounded shivering, rather hoarse and seemed to be tormented.

Ilyaz does not care even though the fear remains, but does not want the fear to become more and more.

“Astagfirullahadzim,” he said softly and kept repeating the word.

The footsteps from behind still followed, the foul smell also still disturbing Ilyaz's smell. Not wrong again, who followed him must be a curious spirit in the form of a pocong.

The doctor did not want to be too frightened by the story that circulated. All of this is not because of the musala. Rather, something else makes this spirit unsettled. The encouragement of his beliefs and theories evoke the courage to face the figure who continues to follow. He stopped his steps, the steps that followed him also stopped. The heart stays stiff and the throat tightens. Slowly Ilyaz turned around.

“Astagfirullahadzim!” surprised mouth.

That figure was indeed Anto, pocong-shaped with a pale and pitiful face. Her eyes were wet with slightly blue lips. It seemed so exhausted, the lines on the face looked withered.

“Please,” his sigh is hoarse.

“What do you want by following me?” Ilyaz asked, dare.

“I do not want to be picked up and taken to the palace Ki Ageng Mayitan, he is a evil demon.”

Ilyaz did not understand the message conveyed by Anto, “who is Ki Ageng Mayitan?”

“Owners of the royal palace pocong. He was very cruel, every day I was forced to work in his palace. I want to go home,” he said sounding stuffing and moaning.

Ilyaz was aghast, only this time there were spirits crying and whimpering. The question implied in the mind, what does it mean to want to go home?

“Are you not dead?”

“Not yet. I-,”

Suddenly the wind blew, the branches of trees around waving, but the wave was very different because something jumped on it. In stark contrast to usual, the trees were as if they were truly alive. Ilyaz felt a greater negative energy attack, his hair forced to stand up and tremble as the energy got bigger and bigger. Like there was the presence of other beings besides, they.

“They are coming, I do not want to be taken to the palace...please,” Anto moans.

However, Ilyaz immediately saw a white shadow numbering two people. The two caught Anto, then turned again into thin white smoke and disappeared quickly.

“Astagfirullah,” again Ilyaz shuddered in horror. The shadow of the two people looks taller with the same form as Anto, pocong.

The cold wind around rippled back, this time counter-directed. Tree branches waving. However Ilyaz watched the three figures that jumped on it, moving away. A moment of silence, those eyes could not blink with the scene just now.

“ What happened? Earlier, Anto? Right, that was Anto. Obviously, he asked for help and then vanished,” murmured.

In the end, many mysteries lured to Ilyaz's cause. The curse of the musala, the wandering pocong and the incident that befell Anto. In fact, according to religious knowledge, the soul of the deceased person has been disconnected from world affairs. They will never be able to return to the world and remain in the grave. All worldly affairs will no longer be able to interfere with the spirit. Ilyaz was confused, it was impossible for religious beliefs to teach the wrong thing.

Along the way, Ilyaz kept thinking about the events that had just happened until the trip was not felt. The house was already in sight, he knocked on the door and gave his greetings. From inside there was no answer, the door was knocked again, still no answer. Slightly hesitant to knock on the door the third time, hands clenched and about to knock, his creaking was already heard.

“Waalaikumussalam,” door open with reply greetings. “Oh, Doctor Sir?”

“Iya, this is my Mak.”

“Ah, Doctor Sir!” yelled Atang hysterically.

“What's up, Tang? Heboh true.”

“Ah, no Mr Doctor, hihi,” lip Atang mesem.

Ilyaz looked strangely at Atang.

“Log in, Mr. Doctor,” said Ijah.

The back door was locked tightly after Ilyaz entered.

“Pak Doctor so also stay overnight, not afraid?” ask Atang.

“What should I fear, Tang?”

“Doctor is not a coward like you, Tang. Just now, you even pushed Mom to open the door,” said Ijah.

“Ya ‘kan Atang afraid, just in case who knocked the door of the spirit of Si Anto. Kapok, Mommy."

“You're still traumatized by the same incident at the lodge, huh Tang?”

“Yes, Mr. Doctor. Si Anto for forty days will continue to run wild, come to the houses, knock on the doors one by one. Therefore, my mother was wondering who came.”

“O, I quickly tapped no one to say,” said Ilyaz.

“That's it, Mr. Doctor. The people here understand it well. If someone knocks on the door at night it will not be opened, let alone someone who died. For forty days his spirit held sway,” Ijah corroborated Atang's story.

Ilyaz's memory scolded him during the trip. Anto with the form of pocong followed from the musala until going to this house. Then, it disappeared eaten a thin fog shaped pocong tall, near the garden overgrown with shady trees lined.

“Hmm, if Anto,” Ilyaz sound pressure is a bit hesitant, between want to tell a story and not. The doctor did not want the story to add to the strong myth that was going on in this village. However, he became a witness with the sightings of pocong almost every night in this village.

“What's up, Doctor Sir?” ask Ijah.

“Once again, true or not. Last time, as I headed to kemari-” Ilyaz paused for a moment to breathe deeply, “I followed Anto, Mak.”

“Hah? Doctor sir, followed by Si Anto?” Atang wild, splashy. “Tuh right ‘kan, Mak! The Anto gentayangan. At the lodge was also asking for help, Mak,” said Atang bernebu-gebu.

“That was also what he asked for. But, what? I'm stumped. He said he did not want to be taken to the palace Ki Ageng Mayitan,” said Ilyaz.

“Ki Ageng Mayitan, Mr Doctor?” mimik Ijah was shocked by the name.

“What's up, Mom? Looks like, Mak is very afraid of that name?”

Ijah ketar-ketir, sweat arises from the forehead, the pupils of the eyes slightly shrink. “Pak Doctor, Ki Ageng Mayitan is the king of stealth, banaspati who likes to ask for human lives. Mak sure, there are allies with him in this village.”

“Mom Means, anyone doing the assignment?” Atang.

“Suggestion, where does Mak know?” ask Ilyaz curiously.

“Mak, got this story from Grandpa Mom. In the past, when this village was still a haunted wilderness, there was a forbidden cave in the forbidden forest inhabited by stealth kingdoms. Well, their leader was, Ki Ageng Mayitan,” Ijah story fishing fur kuduk stand.

“Hmm, I understand now. Anto wants to be helped to escape from Ki Ageng Mayitan. Believe in disbelief, said my teacher, the victim of a loss, his spirit is still in the human realm because in fact, they have not died until the deadline of the agreement is fulfilled.”

“So, yes. Is it possible that Anto is not dead? Mr. Doctor knows for himself, if the body is stiffened,” said Atang.

“Wallahu’alam, Tang, I don't know either. Death is God's secret, and so is the spirit. If it is true Anto victims of the slaughter, it means that in this village is not a curse that applies, but the crime of someone who is allied with the devil.”