Creepy Stories Of Eszed
MOM #1

"Today I heard Panji yelling, what's up, Ma'am Tita?" asked Ma'am Iyut who passed in front of the house when I was watering the plants this afternoon.

"Oh yes, Ma'am. I locked her in the bathroom because she was naughty" I replied.

"How did it go, Mother?" Ma'am Iyut asked again.

"Fragal, Ma'am," my smile was bland. "He went berserk and said there was a ghost. I couldn't bear it and opened the door immediately" I said.

"Hahaha, all the kids are, Ma'am. They always say there are ghosts when there are none. It was just their delusion," said Mbak Iyut before saying goodbye and leaving passed.

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BUGS, BUK!

"Please. Open the door, Panji is scared!" The hysterical scream that came out of my son's mouth behind the door, I ignored. 

"No, until you know your mistake" I snapped from the outside.

My tears flowed along with her crying of pills. I wanted to hug her tiny body, but I couldn't.

This time Panji must be taught a lesson. If yesterday she cried and tried to fight back with all her might, this time I can't let her.

Maybe he was playing jumping on the living room glass table until it cracked while I was bathing Keysha. If he gets hurt in the leg, how?

BUGS, BUK!

"There's a ghost!" The moaning of the Panji trembled so heartbreakingly.

"There are no ghosts in this house!" my snapping. "I'll open it, if you know where your mistakes are."

"There! He doesn't like me. Open door!" The banner was hysterical and tried to bang even harder.

Over time, her crying grew slower, slower, slower and disappeared. Thirty minutes already, I struggled against my own feelings, until Panji started to calm down.

"You know your mistake?" ask me from outside.

"Yes .. I'm sorry," replied Panji limp.

Immediately I opened the bathroom door and hugged my son who was sitting curled up in the corner of the bathroom, with his body soaked with sweat and tears.

"Sorry, Son. But you can't do that anymore" I said, gently rubbing the hair that covered her face. I looked at the eyes of my son who looked at me, then kissed his forehead.

He just nodded slowly, hugged me, then replied gently, "Yes, Mama."

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Ma'am Iyut is a next-door neighbor with three young boys. While visiting her home as a new neighbor, I recounted the admiration of seeing her children who were so calm and manageable.

At first, I thought that Madam Iyut was a hard and strict type of mother when educating children, but after talking, she gave tips that are often done if they do misbehave.

Not by hitting, pinching, or yelling, but Ma'am Iyut will lock them a few minutes in the room, when they are difficult to control.

The bathroom located deep inside the house I deliberately chose to be the right place because I did not want Panji to destroy the entire room, or scream until it was heard clearly to the outside of the house.

And it worked. Tips Ma'am Iyut really succeeded. After passing his sentence, Panji became a very obedient child.

He ate voraciously vegetables that were always left aside, learned to bathe himself, comb his own hair, even trying to be independent by wearing his own clothes. Not only that, Panji even helped take care of his sister when I left for a short bath, or bought some necessities at the stall near our house.

Great gratitude for being met with Mbak Iyut. If only my husband had not moved the task and made us and our family have to move here, maybe Panji would still be unruly until now.

I smiled to myself as I lifted the clothesline this afternoon, while recalling Panji's previous behavior. 

Suddenly ....

"Tolooooooong!"

A loud shout from Panji, heard from inside the house. I ran inside and looked for the direction of the sound.

How shocked I was when I got Mas Hari holding a knife with reddened eyes and looking at Panji with anger. In the corner of the room, Panji was fixated on staring at Mas Hari and crying.

"What do you want, Mom?"

Immediately I carried Keysha, my three-month-old son who was crying at the cry of his father, then approached Panji. We were in a corner of the room.

"You know? He wants to stab Keysha with this thing!" snapped husband. Definitely what is meant is the knife that is being held.

I turned my gaze to Panji's face, as if asking the truth of his father's words. He shook his head slowly to sign that what my husband said was not true.

"Father who holds the knife, not me! Daddy's like a ghost in the bathroom, Ma! I told you, she doesn't like me" replied Panji who hugged and hid behind my body.

I looked at my husband's reddened face, but his gaze remained on the Panji who had taken refuge in me. Just this time I saw a creepy mimic like that.

I know Panji very well. He did not dare to hold a knife or other sharp object, due to trauma because he had seen my finger bleeding due to slicing while preparing cooking.

"Istigfar, Mas, already want magrib. Take that thing off and let us out. I'm scared!" my snapping.

Free. What I say is ignored. He approached and approached us. I was scared and held the hand of Panji who was still standing behind me.

Deg ....

Mas Hari walked forward step by step without blinking with the blade still in his hand. My body went into a tight silence, as if preparing for the next bad event. I think we're gonna die today. My husband is like a possessed man.

Not long ago, Mas Hari was already standing before me. He gripped my hand which held tightly to Panji's arm so firmly, that Panji bounced forward.

My chest wants to explode. My breath was tight to see Mas Hari raise his arm, as if he wanted to stick the tip of the knife on my son's skull. 

And ....

"Let'soooooohh!" Hysterical pennant.

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➖ Sarah Eszed ➖