Village Horror Stories Collection
Keris Carrier Final Part Catastrophe

I kept it in a wooden crate and put it on top of the wardrobe in my room. When I got home, I immediately picked up the kris and looked back at it. Now I think about throwing it away.

“What are you doing, why haven't you taken a shower. It already wants magrib,” said my wife surprised.

I quickly put it back into the closet. “Nih pang handak shower well. Take a sip (this is me taking a shower. Just wanted to get a towel).” I lied and immediately walked past him towards the bathroom.

Because over time I took a shower, I did not have time to go to the outside of the house. The people also prayed Magrib.

On the eve of Isha, I went out to gather with the others, sitting relaxed on a roadside bench. Count on the wait for Isya to arrive.

On the bench are Amin, Mahmud, and Ahmad, they are young men here. “Why is this predicted? (what are you talking about)?” ask me to say hello at once.

“As usual Julak,” replied Ahmad.

“Where was the fishing a lot can not fish?”

“Less rame Julak. It was a windy day. Try if the heat must be rame,” replied Amin.

“There can be at most twenty ikungan gin (Most twenty tails we can),” Mahmud said.

“Not fretting if you want fishing,” Ahmad said to both.

“Later tomorrow try again fishing,” replied Amin.

“What's July?” ask Mahmud.

“Alhamdulillah enough two meals,” I replied and they nodded.

“Have heard. Said people handil cempaka nemu kris when menurih (tapping rubber),” sahut Ahmad.

“There is tarus nang saikung story (you always have a story),” replied Amin.

“Oh people whose home is near the mosque yes,” Mahmud said.

Ahmad nodded. “She said she squirms that keris is placed in a tree that is open. Even the hole is filled with rainwater. Because of curiosity, he was about to look closer, but just stepped tuh kris even suddenly disappeared,” said Ahmad told me.

“Loh, how to get lost?” tanya Amin looked very curious.

“Yah do not know too, suddenly lost in plain sight," replied Ahmad.

"Well, just as you turn. He was even immediately shocked by the blood-soaked face of the female ghost. The ghost's face was so close to his. His eyes glared sharply, one of his ears breaking blood on his dirty yellowish white shirt."

"Contactably, he was shocked to fall. When he looked in front of him, the ghost was no longer there,”.

“Say too, the man tomorrow even got a fever,” said Mahmud.

Hearing their stories I was again frightened. I really want to return the kris back to where it came from. “Anu ... why aren't you azan?” I deliberately diverted the conversation.

“Kan still want azan,” connect me.

“Oh yes forgot. Let's all,” replied Mahmud invites us immediately to the breach and we immediately follow him.

•••••••

When finished praying Isya, one of the residents here walked out first to go home. Suddenly, he shouted to all of us.

I thought there was a fire. It turned out, we were all made to have goosebumps when we saw a big black shadow, standing on the roof of my house.

“What creature is it?!” shouted the person who came out earlier pointing.

“Ngintu above home pian Julak ai (That's over Julak's house)!’ yell Amin.

"Where. Should we call the citizens?" mahmud asked so panicked

"We're just yelling after him!" Reply Ahmad.

But not to mention we were about to chase, the creature was slowly gone. Without a second thought I immediately ran home worrying about my wife. I heard them warn me to go together, but I ignored them.

When I got to the door I immediately pushed hard, and even surprised my wife who was eating while watching TV. “Loh what's up?!” tanyanya.

“Cada papa ai handak lakas narai bulik (not papa, just want to go home quickly).” He looked confused, but I immediately closed the door and met the worried citizens and caught up with me.

“Kayapa nang home well ja lah (where is in the house, is it okay),” asked Sidiq Mahmud's father.

“Alhamdulillah is fine,” I replied.

“Emang what a creature Mang,” asked Ahmad on Sidiq.

“That must be Jin. Mngkin he just hitchhiked through,” his answer made the others start to calm down a little.

“Handak bulik ha again I well (i want to go home ah),” said Amin scared and ran home.

Seeing Amin running first Ahmad followed him. Then the others decided to come home. I'm starting to understand what happened, most likely it was the keeper of the keris.

I immediately went into the house and took the keris, then put it in the back of the house, hoping that tomorrow it would disappear by itself. Because I was used to sleeping after Isya I immediately went to sleep.

••••••

After that, I woke up to the sound of chickens. I did not care about it and tried to go back to sleep by changing my sleeping position sideways.

But all of a sudden, my whole body couldn't move, there was nothing I could do to open my eyes.

My mind is in revolt to want to be free from this restraint. But my body cannot answer. I kept trying to open my eyes in panic. The sound of chicks getting loud, sweat began to wet my body, goosebumps became the peak.

I managed to open my eyes and was instead startled by a long-haired woman. His clothes look dirty white. He sat holding both his legs at the end of both my legs in a mosquito net.

At such a moment as well, he grinned with a face that was not so clearly visible.

"Yes ...!" The shrill voice of the woman constricted my eardrum.

I immediately dabbled behind my arms, but the ghost of the woman was gone.

At that time, I was so scared that I had trouble breathing, and when I saw my wife next door, she wasn't around.

In a state of panic I immediately came out of the mosquito net and instead found the keris back to the place of origin, which is on the top of the closet. But this time, I didn't care about that kris, which I thought about my wife's whereabouts.

I ran to the kitchen and called out to him. Suddenly, I stepped on something that felt sticky and also made me stumble to fall to the floor.

When I saw it, I stepped on a crushed face, with a long-stretched tongue to his stomach.

His body was clearly lying down, obstructed in the middle of the room wrapped in a muddy white cloth. With a rotting black face, she opened her eyelids looking at me laughing. I also screamed to run.

“Astagfirullah! Napa ngini kuciak-kuciak teach me ja (why are you screaming make a surprise)!” my wife shouted as well when she came out of the WC.

“Are you delirious?” he asked a little angry and astonished.

“No! Hurry back I want to go to the WC too,” reply me back to lying.

He did not answer and just walked past me feeling confused. I was so grateful that she was okay, and when I saw her the ghost was no longer there.

A moment after that, I remembered about the keris that returned to where it came from. I want to make sure, too, by walking to the back door of the house to see.

It turns out that the kris is still there. I thought that what just happened was because I was willing to put it outside the house. So, I brought it back to put it on the closet again.

When I got to the front of the room, I was surprised again with a keris in the wooden crate that was also on top of the closet.

When I saw what was in my hand, it turned out to be a headless baby, covered in blood pouring down on my hands. Surprisingly again the headless baby thrashed with the sound of a crying baby heard.

“Astagfirullah!” I shouted while throwing it.

“Lailahillah! Napa go home ngini bakuciak! longitude Maigau ngini (why else are you screaming. It's a ngigau basis!” he said it was again surprised by me. He seems angry.

“Have not thought about it, we better sleep again,” said I immediately entered the mosquito net trying to calm down, but in fact both my hands do not stop shaking.

I tried to hide everything because I didn't want to scare her. “From earlier, handak guring ikam tu nang bakuciak tarus (From now on I've wanted to go straight, you're the one who shouted constantly)!” angry reply.

“Already silent,” reply me and he was back trying to sleep.

I looked down from inside the mosquito net, and again the baby's figure had disappeared, while the chest containing the keris on top of the closet also disappeared. This time I decided I no longer wanted to get out of bed nets, so as not to meet them again.

I also recited the verse of the chair and blew it out of the net, hoping that by the blessing of the verse our seats were protected from them including the kuntilanak that made me tired.

••••••

That night I could not sleep anymore. For some reason, suddenly Tong's voice appeared ... Tongs ... Tongs ... Echoing like a man hitting an iron in the back of my house.

When I asked my wife she heard nothing, and when I heard the voice, it disappeared.

The day is starting to light up a little. I immediately prepared to go to the rice field as well as return the kris to the place of origin. I'm really made a hatchet.

I immediately picked up the keris which was still behind the house, right where I had put it before. After that, I immediately put it in the basket, then immediately leave.

I had stopped by to take the banjur (taut, a tool for fish that is usually left behind). “Ngambut banjur yes. Can many nih can haruan fish,” greet Zainal who also want to go to the rice fields with his motorbike. He stopped by my bike.

He immediately looked at the kakul I left hanging on the motor. I was also a panim. “Eh jang-” I'm late he's seen it.

“Hanyar saikung jakah (new one tail huh?” his tanyanya astonished me.

I immediately walked over and saw it for myself, and the keris was still there. I also realized that Zainal saw the kris as a haruan fish. “Ha ha .. new one banjur taken,” reply I pretended.

“Oh yes. This is about the keris Hj told me about. Sabran yesterday. It turned out that the person who got it had returned it to where it came from, but the sheath had already disappeared somewhere. If I manage to get it I will definitely sell,” he told me.

This time I realized there was a high chance that the keris was the same keris that I had and brought home.

“Mun kawa don't let your tattoo. In fact, in our lives we have the hope of farming (If you can not find the rich. For sure our lives will not be quiet).”

"Yes anyway, what else with the incident that he experienced up to his side."

“Yes I want to continue again,” my connection immediately go.

“I-iya” reply looks doubtful.

•••••••

By that time I had reached my field. I still remember where I first found the kris. With a feeling of confidence I plug the keris to the place of origin.

“Gimana ... deterrent no!” a man's screams clearly mocking me.

I immediately turned to look around and there was no one there. When I looked again, the kris had vanished into nowhere.

I don't know who warned me from the beginning and mocked me now. For sure my heart at that time had felt very calm. I feel free.

Now I realize things like that can't be taken lightly. Never associate with them through certain things.

If you find it, it is better to return it or give it to the right person. Or trying not to care about it. Otherwise, it would just be a real disaster.

I remember a story I heard, too. About people who are allied with such creatures.

It was sad before his death. His body has died of rot. People were cementing his long-dead body.

now the remaining head is alive and intact. He really cannot die completely. For the creature that is an ally has taken possession of him.

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