Story At Night's
Playing Jailangkung

There were so many questions in my mind when my History teacher told me about the old building. He said, every building must have a history, especially the building has stood for more than hundreds of years. That night was somehow very cold, when I was with my three friends decided to go to school.

Not to learn, but to play. A game I'll never try again in my entire life. Namely, Jelangkung. Curiosity about the history of the school made me determined to make a doll jelangkung from the kemoceng, while the head I made of plastic balls with a sad face. That said, if we draw it with a smiling face, the supernatural will not answer our questions. He'll just laugh. I also prepared a marker and a picture book for the writing media.

Actually, to get into school at night is not easy because there are guards who always keep the school safe. However, it was not an obstacle because the school security guard happened to be very familiar with me. Simply by giving her a cigarette, she let us into the school building.

I, Rayi, Jaka, and Lyas first entered the school hall. Back then, the state of the hall room was very dark, as indeed not a single lamp was lit. With flashlight as lighting, we sat in the middle of the hall. I held the jelangkung and placed it on top of the book, with the marker already attached at the bottom of the doll. My other friend also took hold and we started the game.

"Jelangkung jelangkung here there is a party. Small parties, come not picked up, go home not delivered. Jelangkung, jelangkung here there is a party. Small party, come not picked up home not delivered"

We chanted the mantra many times, until I felt the doll begin to weigh, move, and get heavier. We tried to restrain the puppet's movements together. "Who are you?" The cat started writing. "H A R" "HARJA? why are you here?" lyas continued the question stammeringly. I smiled and felt the game was getting better. "I'll tell you..." Harja is back on paper. He wrote again "TOILET". It seems, Harja told us to go to the toilet. We immediately headed to the school toilet, I continued to hold the doll.

Arriving at the toilet, the doll moved again and wrote something. "REAR". It turned out that this was not the toilet that Harja meant. "Is there a toilet in the back?" ask me to the others. My other friend was confused. We went through the back page of the school, looking for the place that was meant by jelangkung. But all I got was a sports room.

We agreed to leave, but the doll moved again and wrote something down. "K U B U R A N S A Y A" Oh, my God, the Grave? Reflexes, we ran without any cues. That narrow alley made it hard for us to get out. Somehow the toilet door slammed on its own. But, our steps came to a halt when suddenly Lyas just squatted down. I immediately threw the puppet and ran towards Lyas. "Yes, Conscious Istigfar" Lyas was still speechless with a blank look. Me and my two other friends tried to pick him up. However, the body is very heavy.

Strange, the cute doll on the floor twitched. I immediately took it, and the doll seemed to have a very strong power. He pulled me back towards the back toilet. Body's interested. I tried to hold him back, but I couldn't. "Rayi, help me" Rayi my friend directly helped me hold the nettle. I'm trying to get to that head. I took off the head of the stall. Then the doll did not move anymore.

We tried to resuscitate lyas, and it worked. With a hunting scare, we immediately ran away from the school. Fortunately, we all got out. Our fears changed happily. It's like a very exciting adventure.

It was about 11pm that night, when we decided to go home. I also got home. After cleaning up, I got ready to go to sleep. After turning off the room lights, I still play mobile phone waiting for drowsiness to arrive. When I heard the wardrobe door open, I reflexively looked at the closet. I got out of bed, and closed the closet door. After a few seconds I lay down, my closet door opened again. This time, it was wide open. I looked at the closet. Then, I saw a flat white circle from inside the closet. An eye can be seen peering from the sidelines of the clothes in the closet. A face popped out and looked at me. The pale face of a man. "MY CEMETERY" The man said to me like that. I jumped and ran outside. When she opened the door, someone hugged her from behind. His embrace was very strong, making me unable to breathe. I looked in the mirror and there was nothing behind me. As forcefully as possible, I tried to escape, but the voice sounded again.

"My grave".

The next morning at school, I met my friends. We told each other what we were going through. They also have the same disorder as me. We believe the one who bothers us is Harja. I'm trying to figure out who Harja is. But, both school guards and traders who have been selling in the cafeteria for a long time claimed not to know. I feel like they don't know, but they just don't want to tell. However, a parking attendant at my school said that there was a grave in this school. I don't know where it is, he doesn't know himself.