Pocong (English Version)

Chapter 1: The Tragedy

Ali had always been an easy target for bullies. With his small frame and quiet demeanor, he never stood up for himself, preferring to avoid confrontation whenever possible. This made him a perfect target for the more aggressive kids in the village.

The bullying started out harmless enough, with name-calling and teasing. But as time went on, it escalated to physical violence. Ali would come home from school with bruises and cuts, and his parents became increasingly worried about his safety.

One day, the bullying went too far. A group of older boys cornered Ali in a dark alleyway after school. They taunted him, calling him names and pushing him around. Ali tried to run, but one of the boys grabbed him by the collar and threw him to the ground.

The boys began kicking and punching Ali, ignoring his cries for mercy. When they were finally done, they left him lying there in a heap, bloodied and battered.

Ali managed to drag himself to his feet and stumble home. His parents were horrified at what they saw and immediately took him to the hospital. But despite the doctors' best efforts, Ali's injuries were too severe. He passed away in the hospital a few hours later.

The news of Ali's death spread quickly through the village. People were outraged that such a senseless act of violence could occur in their community. But even in death, Ali was not given peace.

Rumors started to circulate that Ali's spirit had returned to haunt the village. People reported seeing a figure dressed in white wandering through the streets at night, its face obscured by a shroud. Some claimed that the figure had Alis' face and that it was seeking revenge on those who had wronged him.

As the days went on, the sightings became more frequent. Some people reported feeling a cold breeze and hearing strange noises in the middle of the night. Others claimed that the figure had entered their homes, leaving behind an eerie chill and the faint scent of death.

Despite the fear and uncertainty that gripped the village, there were still those who refused to believe in the supernatural. They dismissed the sightings as mere hallucinations or tricks of the mind. But for those who had seen the figure up close, there was no denying the truth.

Ali's tragic death had unleashed something dark and malevolent into the village, and nobody knew how to stop it. As the days turned into weeks, and the sightings continued, the people of the village began to realize that they were facing something far beyond their understanding. And that whatever it was, it wasn't going to stop until it had exacted its revenge.

Chapter 2: The Pocong

As the sightings of the figure dressed in white continued, fear and panic spread throughout the village. People began locking their doors at night and avoiding the streets after dark. Parents kept their children close, warning them of the dangers that lurked in the shadows.

Despite the unease that gripped the village, there were still those who remained skeptical of the supernatural claims. Some believed that the sightings were simply the result of mass hysteria, while others thought it was a ploy by someone seeking attention.

But the truth was far more terrifying than anyone could have imagined.

One night, a group of young boys decided to investigate the rumors of the figure dressed in white. Armed with flashlights and courage, they set out into the darkness, determined to uncover the truth.

As they made their way down the narrow streets, they saw a figure in the distance. It was dressed in white and appeared to be gliding along the ground. The boys froze in fear, unsure of what to do next.

The figure drew closer, revealing a shroud wrapped tightly around its body. Its face was obscured, but its eyes burned with an otherworldly glow. The boys stood rooted to the spot, unable to move or scream.

Suddenly, the figure lunged forward, its arms outstretched. The boys scattered in all directions, running for their lives. But the figure was too fast, catching up to them in a matter of seconds.

One by one, the boys fell to the ground, paralyzed by fear. The figure loomed over them, its shroud billowing in the breeze. Its eyes locked onto theirs, and they felt a cold, numbing sensation wash over their bodies.

And then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, the figure vanished into the darkness.

The boys stumbled home, shaken and traumatized by what they had seen. They recounted their story to their families, and soon, word spread throughout the village. The figure dressed in white was real, and it was hunting the people of the village.

As the days passed, more and more people reported sightings of the figure. They described how it would appear out of nowhere, gliding along the ground in its shroud. They spoke of how its eyes would lock onto theirs, paralyzing them with fear.

And then, one night, the figure appeared before a group of villagers gathered in the town square. Its eyes burned with an intensity that seemed to pierce through the fabric of reality itself. The villagers tried to run, but the figure was too fast. It caught them one by one, dragging them down into the darkness.

The next morning, the villagers awoke to find the bodies of their loved ones scattered throughout the town square. Their eyes were wide open, staring up at the sky in horror.

It was then that the villagers realized what they were dealing with. The figure dressed in white was not a mere apparition or hallucination. It was a Pocong, a vengeful spirit that had been unleashed upon the village.

The villagers knew they had to act fast if they were to stop the Pocong before it claimed any more lives. But how could they stop something that was already dead?