Horror And Mystery Stories
MYSTERY OF A SHROUD

This story actually happened in 1998, where experienced by my neighbors in the village.

*****

"Mother, that's enough! I was ashamed of the neighbors whispering. We are muslims! What does it mean that you go on Hajj to the holy land if you are still a leech like this?", I asked the mother who again counted the money.

"Shut up! Already, you don't have to interfere in mother's affairs! The important thing is that you can go to school with your sister! Your father is also paralyzed and like an undead! Can he give us a living?", my mother snapped in the morning blind.

"O Allah, guide my mother, open the door of my mother's repentance", this is the lamentation of my heart that I continue to do.

*****

"Huft, it's so hot today, the atmosphere of the campus is really boring. Already a lesson that had racked the brain, not to mention the lecturer who is super killer! It was really an atmosphere that made me feel saturated!", whispered my heart.

I set my foot on my foot to the house, hoping to eat with the side dishes that were already available at home. But huft, again the sound of breaking in broad daylight, especially if not my mother who quarrels and ruffles with people who can not return the money borrowed, especially if not my mother who fought and ruffled waist with people who can not return the money borrowed, plus the flowers I feel are strangling my neck. This atmosphere was never foreign in my house, so I never felt at home. But only one is still heavy I left in this house, my father and my sister. All their needs I fulfill and prepare.

I myself feel surprised, why the maid in our house has never been at home for 3 months? Come in and out. I'm not surprised, because my mother is cruel and super-critical, arbitrarily commanding and yelling helpers.

"Dad, take some medicine first!", I said to the pensive father.

I never forgot to take the time to always go to my father's room, the room that was exiled by my mother, even though my mother thought our father was no more. My father was completely paralyzed, and no longer could talk. All that looks is old wrinkles and melts of tears, as if a signal he wants to immediately take his life, to lighten my duty to always take care of the needs of the father. But as a child, it was my duty.

*****

I looked at the clock at 12 p.m. For some reason this feeling is not good, thirst strikes in the throat. I woke up my body with heavy steps towards the kitchen, but my steps stopped suddenly because I saw a large number of people heading towards my mother's room.

"Who is it?", I whispered. "Did mom put a guy in our house?", negative conjectures kept raging in my mind.

With a slow step I approached mother's room. I heard moans with bad whispers there.

"Astagfirullah! I heard like someone was making love! Is my mother adulterous?", I whispered in my heart.

I opened the door to the room which was unlocked. I screamed loudly. "Yumuu...!!! What are you doing in this house? I am so disgusted to see the behavior of the mother pattern...!!!", I shouted at him.

But what do I get? "Children don't know manners...!!! Just go to the old man's room...!!!"

Plaque... Plaque... A hard slap landed on my cheek.

I ran to my room. I cry, I am ashamed of my mother's depraved behavior. Apparently unbeknownst to me, my mother often brought men into her room. Finally, the whispers of the neighbors also make the ears itchy.

"It turns out Bu Lastri besides a loan shark is also an adulterer, even he said he was also a worshiper of shetan. Many young men are dated but tomorrow the young man will be like an old man, withered and mute!", whispered my neighbor.

I walk at a fast pace. I was ashamed of my neighbors as if they were also hostile towards me, even though I never knew anything about any of this. I saw the house in a quiet and deserted state. On this occasion I ventured into the room where it was always locked by my mother. I don't run out of sense, I open forcefully in various ways. Anyway, I need to know what's in that room, where my mom always spends a long time in it.

Uh! My efforts were not in vain at last. I saw that the room was all black. Starting from the sheets, the color of the walls, and there was a mirror that looked old, as well as the smell of incense and a mystical aroma that immediately ambushed me. My eyes accidentally fell on the closet in the corner. With a little bit of fret I opened. By Allah! Apparently money with piles I saw there, as well as plates of gold and diamonds. "So much is my mother's treasure?", I whispered in disbelief.

I continued to walk through this room, and now my attention was on a small table. There was a small jar that turned out to be like hair and hair. But I don't know what that means. In that room I kept chanting the asthma of Allah and the verses of the kurshi, because I felt something seemed to be watching me. I also found a white cloth that was stored in an old box. Whatisthis? I noticed, it smells really bad! I took the cloth out for me to wash. Maybe it's a shabby mess that I need to clean, considering my mom didn't have time to wash it.

I came out of that room and I brought the white cloth. I soak it in the tub first, hoping to make it easy to clean it.

Cring... Cring... Cring... The house phone rang startling me. I directly grabbed the phone.

"Hello, good afternoon!", asked the caller.

"Yes, noon too"

"Is this really Lastri's mother's house?"

"Yes right, I'm his son"

"We're from the police, informing your mother of the accident and death. Come to the hospital, we'll wait!"

I'll get the car back soon. I saw the police waiting for me. He took me to the morgue to make sure it was my mother?

O God! It's true, she's my mother! His condition was broken and his head was crushed. Mother's car collided with a truck that was both speeding in the opposite direction. I'm strengthening myself. My sister kept crying, and I even saw my father shed his tears.

The funeral procession will take place soon, but there are irregularities when the mother's body is bathed. Sorry, from the hole******* mother seems to be constantly removing the white liquid. We cleaned it over and over again, but it still came out again. And there was an ustadzah who told him that it might have been God's will. After I observed, it looks like the white liquid is the liquid ******.

I continued to follow the procession after being bathed. I also follow the time of repentance. By Allah! There are other events that amaze me. His mother's face and body also released that white liquid. Even a new shroud to be wrapped, in the smell of people like the smell of carrion. I kissed him myself. Finally we bought again until the fourth shroud was not much different, after sticking to the body of the mother, the smell of the shroud immediately turned rotten. I kept crying, between asking God for forgiveness for my mother's behavior, and I was also ashamed of the neighbors who took care of my mother's body.

Finally the body was buried, and an ustadzah followed me home. It was there that I told her all the events I experienced and the rooms I found.

"Where is the cloth you washed?", asked the ustadzah.

"There's mom. I'll take it for a moment" I replied.

"This is the fabric ma'am", I gave the cloth that I had ironed neatly.

"Hm... Oh, God, son! It's not an ordinary cloth, but some kind of amulet that your mother somehow obtained and who your mother had studied with. Okay, I'll tell you a little bit I know. This shroud can bring wealth by worshiping the shethan and can launch all efforts. But this shroud will lose its efficacy if found and washed, and that's where the beginning of the disaster for the devotee!", the story of bu ustadzah.

"Oh Allah, forgive my mother!"

As time went by, the Ustadzah maamitan and gave me encouragement so that I would be strong and thickened my faith. Later in the night he said he would come again with kyai who would help me, because the mystic scent still enveloped our house.

*****

I dare to enter that room again. I opened the cupboard with the money. I was reluctant to take it at least. I opened a small drawer and I found an old book. Looks like a heresy book written probably by my mother's teacher.

I brought the book and I read what was written there. "With you having sex every Monday and Thursday, you will be young and your wealth and dignity will increase. No one will dare to fight you or oppose you. That was the aura of the shroud. Therefore, when you have sex, ask your co-star to throw a little sperm into your body, then you take a little and you rub it in front. Wipe it with the shroud you have obtained from me. And from their*****, you have sucked the aura through the shroud, then your co-star will appear withered because the aura you have taken"

O God! So disgusted I was to read the book. This is what my mother has been doing all this time!

*****

The night has greeted, tahlil reading echoed in my house. After the tahlil event was over, I ventured to speak to the neighbors who were present at the event. I apologize on behalf of my mother, and release the debt and pay off the debt if anyone still has debt to my mother.

One by one the guests say goodbye home, now lives Pak kyai along with bu ustadzah. I showed you the book I found and the shroud I gave to Mr. Kyai.

"Astagfirullah hal adzim! That is how the curse of the devil plunged humanity thin faith. Even though your mother had Hajj, apparently only in the guise. I still smell the heat and mystique in this house. All right, I'll start reciting prayers and perfecting your mother" said Pak kyai.

The atmosphere is really gripping. I was overwhelmed with a feeling of extreme fear, but my fear was smelled by the madam. He took my hand, and told me to read the holy verses of the Quran as I could.

We gathered in the middle room. I, ma'am ustadzah, my father and also my sister, we were all gathered and circled by my asthma. And if there is any sound and sound, he asks not to go beyond the limits set by him.

"Bismillah, let's all read the prayer as well!", pinta Kyai.

I continued to read the kursyi verse while cross-legged, all looking solemn. I saw my little brother sleeping next to me. Suddenly the atmosphere turned gripping and the door to my mother's room suddenly opened violently. I'm surprised! By Allah! I was afraid when I saw my mother wrapped in a shroud come out of the room with a torn condition collapsed. It was as if I caught his whisper. "Son, come here! Get that shroud! I need that!"

I'm getting scared. Pocong's mother kept getting closer to us. Mr. Kyai continued to pray and I heard him say, "Don't be pinched by his words, and don't approach him! She's not your mother! She's a demon that resembles your mother!"

I continued to pray with fear and compassion, because she was my mother after all. I wanted to hug her, but there was also an overwhelming feeling of fear. The pocong continued to approach, yet there seemed to be an impenetrable wall to approach me. The pocong kept calling my father. "Mas, help me! Where's the shroud? Give me!". The pocong tried to get close to my father, but failed as well. Maybe this is what is called already fenced by pak kyai.

"O demon that resembles a human being, return to your form! Or I will burn you with His verses.!!!", cried Mr. Kyai as he continued to recite prayers.

And by Allah! The mother pocong suddenly turned into a circular and hovering flame but continued to say asking for the shroud. But Mr. Kyai quickly burned the shroud I had given him and the heretical book. Finally the circle of fire seemed to shrill scream and turned into smoke and continued to disappear somewhere. I heard the voice of my mother, who asked me to look after and care for my father and sister. Now there was a burning smell in the room. Yes, the shroud and the book have become ashes because it was burned by Pak Kyai.

Then I took Mr. Kyai to my mother's secret room. Apparently the jar containing hair and fur was smashed scattered no matter who broke it. I showed Mr. Kyai where my mother's money and possessions were. And mr. Kyai himself wonder why the money is not scorched? Usually if the treasure of worship, if the devotee dies, his property must follow the ludes.

I finally forgave all of my mother's possessions to orphanages and nursing homes and orphans. I leave it to them all and only wish their prayers to my mother, so that her sins may be forgiven and her path paved.