The Grave....

   One day, my family have a ceremony at our village. We decide to crash the place for the night, after the ceremony ends, we all do our job given by my uncle, me and my cousin have to wash dishes. My brother bring the dishes to us and our me and my cousin job are to wash them cleanly. We wash the dishes in front of our village house, well all were talking while doing their job like a happy family were, and right in front of me and my cousins there was a small jungle near the house, as we wash the dishes we started talking like normal and suddenly in the corner of my eyes i got a glimpse of a people dressed fully white from head to toe, so i kinda bother by it and i take a peek. What i saw was indescribable the guys were drench in blood and i feel it starring to my soul, i was frozen in place. My cousin saw me turn pale not moving a inch, he tap me in the shoulder and ask me what's wrong with you, i tell him to look near the jungle where's the thing is standing, as we turn back to look at it the thing's is nowhere to be seen.

      I told my cousin what i saw earlier, and he say don't joke around bro...i tell him i'm not joking i literally saw it earlier with my own 2 eyes. My family heard i was talking about it and tell us  to stop doing the dishes and go inside, all our family started gathering inside and i told them about it, and my uncle started sweating bullets, he told us this is not the first time this thing's happen. My uncle tell us a story happen to him. Two month ago my uncle was on the way back home from a mosque after praying as he rode he's 20 years old's bicycle, along the way  there was a grave in the right side of the road...this is the first time for this things happens to him there, before many-many time he pass the grave nothing happen, but tonight he started to feel something different from normally before, he started to get scared and he's mind started thinking about scary things while the rode the bicycle. Suddenly the chain of the bicycle breaks, As my uncle checking the bicycle tried to see what happen did he hit something? There was a cold breeze coming behind him from the grave, My uncle was frozen in fear, he too afraid to turn hes back and see, As he manage to gather courage and look back. There was nothing my uncle was so grateful nothing's happen, but as soon he start look back to see what's wrong with he's bicycle. He saw a pocong right in front of him, So he started running leaving he's bicycle behind, and by the way pocong is a malaysian ghost.

      When he got home, he told he's wife about the incident and they started to locked every single door in the house. and tries to sleep. Then my uncle told us before the incident happen, he hears a rumors that are spreading across the village, That a guy was killed brutally at  he's house, as it turns out the dead guy was a serial killer, he kidnapped many children and kill them for he's  own fun. One the parent of the child's that missing found a trace of shoes that been burn near the serial killer house and decided to take matters into he's own hand's. Many strange thing's happen during the time to burried the serial killers. After the incident many weird thing's happen in the village, many of the villager are scared to even go outside during night time. The ghost of the serial killer is hunting village for revenge....After hearing what my uncle told us, we become more scared to finish our dishes outside...so we all decided just leave it for now and wait till  tommorow morning to finish our job...

     We lie down in the hall of our house, we all started falling asleep one by one. I started having nightmare about the pocong, I awoke in sweat and fear, i headed to bathroom to wash my face to calm myself...as i started to walk back for sleep i heard a knock sound at the kitchen window, my head started to cloud with the incident happen earlier, i started to sweat more and more...suddenly the window started to open slowly...as i sit there frozen in fear, i saw the pocong starring at me...it feels like he starring into my soul...i was scared to death to even lift a finger...it started to get closer and closer, i started to run into the hall and wake everybody up. I told them what happen than suddenly the light started turning on and off by itself and everybody started to panic, we all start rushing outside and go to our neighbors house...we start knocking like crazy...our neighbors open the door and tell ask us what's wrong...we tell them everything so they let us all in...but just going to our neighbors doesn't make everything better...so we decided to spent the night at the mosque near our house...as sun goes up everything goes back to normal...we told the people in the village after the incident and we decided to dig up the grave of the serial killer....as we dig it up we saw the grave was full of water... so we decided to dig up the water and clean the grave...after the grave was clean we put the body back in the grave and cover it up...and read yaasin for him...a few month has passed and we started to living peacefully again...no one ever saw the pocong again...