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Pervaded

*POV Author

Mr. Ustadz who came looking around, felt a strong aura that was so dark. Somewhere around, but he knew that this energy came from just one figure.

He shudders, although an ustadz who used to possess and clean places filled with subtle creatures, but he does not have the expertise to see supernatural objects, he is only able to feel it.

Just starting to read basmallah, this ustadz sir felt something strange. His entire pore was bristling, even he was sneezing lucky in this room. Quite a lot he did rukiah, but only this time he felt daunted to face this kind of situation.

He closed his eyes, shaking his head. Somehow he had trouble focusing because of the misgivings on his body. Sweat poured down along with his lips that continued to speak. Both of his hands began to tremble, and his teeth were grinding like shivers of coldness.

He kept on cursing, trying to fight against the strange aura that kept trying to suppress him even urging him. A sense of heat and cold gathered at his nape, making him feel like a fever and he could not stand it. His slowly moving lips came to a halt, as if controlled by someone. But really, this is only a suggestion of its own, no one dares to touch it, not even supernatural beings when the name of God has been mentioned.

The longer, the tremors in his body felt more and more, like holding a bite and rolling like shaking. The policemen glanced at each other, looking around the place as they felt something start moving at an undue condition.

Canvas in the frame began to vibrate, as well as the contents of the masterpiece in the closet. The policemen stood stiff, staring at each other as a white shadow seemed to be perched on top of the closet.

"Sir ustadz?" greet them in doubt, but the ustadz sir did not budge at all.

The vibration around them was increasingly felt, even though the surrounding items had stopped moving. They felt fear, because this kind of event had happened before.

Among the efforts made by Mr. Ustadz, the police began to feel creepy and scared. There were a pair of eyes that seemed to observe and look at them closely, but there was nothing there. They just feel it without ever seeing it.

They gathered in one row, right on the left and right of the unmoved ustadz sir. This is not a case of fear or cowardly police, but it is different from when they face armed criminals. It's something invisible, and they don't know when this thing will shut up or attack. Even police weapons will not be able to face supernatural beings.

In their silence, one of the policemen felt an oddity. His body seemed to be hit by a hard object from behind his nape, making him pushed and fell in a kneeling position on the floor.

He was growling in pain, without a sound. The other policemen approached him, seeing him who suddenly just pecked on the spot.

"Oi, Joko, why are you? Just ngagetin!!" whispered his friends, but really, the look on their faces began to panic.

Joko whispered, but there was no sound at all. It was like mumbling or gargling with water. On top of that, he kept his eyes closed, as if feeling sore when he was about to open them.

"What the hell? Don't want it!" complained another police friend, while continuing to whisper and occasionally staring at the sculpting ustadz sir.

"Sickness suddenly hurts" said Joko in the end, making the other policemen squat around her.

"illness?" they murmured asking, frowning. They were surprised, because Joko is a policeman who has a good body and strong physique, rarely do they hear Joko complain of pain to something that hurts his body. In fact, they never heard Joko complain.

"Yes, suddenly it hurts" he continued, keeping his eyes closed. He held his stomach, saying he was in pain. Actually from here also the police have realized, if it seems. who is near them, is not the Joko they know.

"A.. will anyone help me?? It hurts." said Joko while preparing to lift his head. Hearing this, his police friends felt uneasy.

"What the hell are you doing?!" another policeman complained, while watching ustadz who was still busy in his prayer. Hope that Mr. Ustadz can help them.

This strange policeman began to stretch his body, while catching the hand of one of the police officers who was nearby.

The deg!!

The policeman whose hand was caught immediately gasped, even the grip of his friend's hand made him creep all over his body.

"O.. Oi Joko, what are you doing?!" lamented trembling.

"So I said, if it hurts to know.I read that prayer." he whispered with a grin, looking at a policeman with his sharp eyes.

This stared cop fluttered, he gasped and glared both eyes when he saw the strange gaze of his police friend, plus again when he heard this strange whisper from his friend.

The deg!!

"Aaaarr!!" a shrill cry rang out, just as he sensed a strange aura permeating into his body. In addition, after knowing that the eyes of friends who gripped him turned green.

The members of the police then panicked, they ran in disarray leaving two friends who were acting strangely.

When he approached ustadz, the footsteps of one of the police stopped. He gasped, staring at his feet as if they were on the floor. He touched his thigh, pulling it as if it could help him move his legs.

"Whoi!! Help!! My feet.." He groaned, staring at his stopped friends. Although he knew that his friend needed help, but none of them dared to go to him.

"Sir!! Ustadz sir!!" cry them, hoping the man in Muslim clothes will ignore him.

The more rowdy they are, the faster the mouth movement of the ustadz sir. Some people who ran away from their friends were about to head to the exit, but all of a sudden..

Duuum!!

The door of the art room closed just like that. They were aghast, about to yell and scream when they were not members of the police force. Their hearts paused, they looked at the trembling ustadz pack until sweat trickled down his backside shirt. Mr. Ustadz gasped, surprised to see the door closed suddenly.

"Uh, shit! Ustadz sir that can't be relied on!" they whispered, until suddenly...

"Geek!!" mr. Ustadz almost spewed out his entrails while falling sitting on the floor. With the rest of his strength, Mr. Ustadz turned to the police and shouted. "Portify yourself with dhikr, or you will" He stopped, when he saw the police officers jerk and fall in a back position that bounces in turns.

"Well.." The policemen sighed, until the grains of sweat as big as corn kernels came out, as both eyes were almost dislodged from the nest.

"Aaaarr!!" They groaned, until one by one of them joined in shouting and continued to connect until there was no gap. Mr. Ustadz covered his ears that felt ringing, panicking about the situation he was facing.

He trembled in fear, wanting to run away and get as far away from this room as possible, but on the other hand he did not know he had to leave the police in a trance or remain there with a dangerous risk.

"Astaghfirullah!! A'uzubil-"

"STOP YOUR VOICE ITUUU!! YAAA!!" A policeman screeched, lifting a chair and throwing it at Mr. Ustadz.

The man in Muslim clothes was shocked and lowered his head, making the chair dart right past his head with a distance of one cm only.

Duuum!!

He turned his head, looking towards the chair that had been smashed into the wall that was behind him. The other members of the police force began to do the same, grabbing everything they could achieve nearby.

When he felt this possessed police member was about to attack him again, Mr. ustadz began to speak. "Astaghfirullah, stop all that! God is angry at his defiant creatures!" screech, making the members of this police sculpt, but his facial expression still plays.

They glared at his eyes, stuck out their tongues and clenched their teeth. They also scratched the floor with their nails, while continuing to stare sharply at Mr. Ustadz, making this man feel heartburn and nausea in the corner of his stomach.

"Stop that prayer of yours! Ustadz shackle!!" squeal one of the police, make this ustadz sir shake his head while rubbing his chest.

"Subhanallah! I am only a servant of God who intends to assist police officers in carrying out their duties. There was no ill will at all for me, even I was not a self-styled ustadz like you said." This cop fell silent and pursed his lips to hear it.

"You are God's servant, right? It's not worth bothering people here. Moreover, those who are about to perform noble tasks by helping to investigate this case. So why are you ruining things and bothering them, even now you're possessing them? What's wrong with you? Did our arrival bother you?" ask the ustadz, trying to communicate with what is in the bodies of the police.

"My?? I'm not interrupting. I fear your god." said the policeman with a sad face like a child sulking.

"Then why did you interfere with their duties at that time?"

This policeman shook his head, while looking at the other policemen squirming and growling on the floor. "I don't interfere with their duties. They are the ones who bother me." he said.

"Disturbing how do you mean?"

The police face was suddenly angry. "They have no intention of helping the task, they do this task. There are even many victims that they ignore. So you said they wanted to reveal the case, did you?" tanyanya, make this ustadz speechless.

"Then what did you come for? Help them clean this place?? Kihihi.." This policeman laughed out loud, then the next split second, his expression changed suddenly. "You're the same as breaking our expectations.. We are, killed. But you didn't catch the culprit. Don't you? We're dead, we're dead." he said over and over again.

"Cleaning this place, is the same as driving us away, driving us away, which means you let them neglect this duty again. We're dead, dead, ." This cop started to sob.

This ustadz sir was silent, on the one hand he was confused, but on the other hand he also felt sorry for the ghost. "Would not ghosts enter the human body, God hated it. So get out, let me help."

This cop is shaking strongly. "No want! Not want to die. Catch it first, don't want to go!" he said, with a whining tone of young children who want toys.

"You want me to do what? Caught what?" the question is bitter, a little careful.

"Bear.catch a rich bear. Arrest him." he said in a high falset voice.

"Bear, rich??" mr. Ustadz paused his sentence when saying. "Who is a rich bear?" ask again.

"He killed us, kihihi.. He was evil, he locked us up, he locked us up and killed us" the policeman said.

Mr. ustadz is silent. He was confused to hear the ghost's words. He used our sentences on his words, while from what he felt, the ghost that possessed all the police, the,

Just one creature.

And he himself did not know, which creature possessed, this much power so that he could not resist the nausea and almost spewed out his entrails. The pressure was enormous, and he seemed to feel unable to fight this one ghost.

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On the other hand, Tamusong stood stiffly right at the end of the school fence while gazing towards the inside of the building. He had come all the way there because he felt a great aura from the ghost of the kuntilanak man who became his disciple.

"Si*lan once! Why is that kid so prickly?? I would ask him to possess one person without attracting the attention of another, now he is possessing not one, but several police officers."

"His strength is great, and it is possible to divide his spirit into several bodies at once."

"Anciently, it was a terrible ghost. I got scared and my feet were shaking. And again, I feel.."

"There is one soul, which is trying to suppress its power."

Tamusong turned his head in the other direction of the building, staring at the large tree that passed through the height of the roof of the building.

"Man, with special powers?" his mind in the heart.

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...Seriate......