In the hour of death, you donโt meet peace. You meet what you buried.
In the deepest hours of the night, when breath falters and silence grows thick, there exists a moment no man escapes โ sakaratul maut, the agony of death. Sakaratul Maut (2024) is a spiritual horror thriller that burrows into the soulโs most terrifying journey: the thin line between this lifeโฆ and what comes after.
Set in a remote Indonesian village, the film follows Rania, a skeptical medical intern sent to assist at a rural clinic where patients die mysteriously โ eyes open, hands clenched, mouths whispering in languages no one speaks anymore. But it's not the deaths that disturb her mostโฆ itโs the fact that they all seem to see something โ or someone โ before they go.
Drawn to an ancient house at the edge of the village, Rania encounters an old woman who speaks only in Qurโanic verses, and a child who hasnโt spoken in years. Night after night, Rania begins to suffer sleep paralysis. A black figure sits at the foot of her bed. Doors open to nowhere. She hears the whisper: "Youโre next."
The film weaves Islamic eschatology with supernatural horror in a style reminiscent of The Medium and Hereditary, immersing the viewer in layers of folklore, guilt, and spiritual reckoning. As Rania digs deeper, she uncovers that the village was once a site of forbidden exorcisms โ rituals interrupted mid-prayer. And now, the souls left behind want someone to finish what they started.
Terrifyingly quiet and unnervingly spiritual, Sakaratul Maut is not just about dying โ itโs about what refuses to let go when you should already be gone.