I Have Come To You


“I have come to you,” I said to the person at the tree. The person was not paying attention by I didn’t mind it. After all, it took me more than a week to arrive but it wasn’t my fault. Every time I wanted to make a move, there’s always something that stopped me and every time it happens, I try to figure out what it was. I was sure the person at the tree was too tired to hear me explain any more about the thing that was always stopping me.

“You know,” I said to him. “Maybe you didn’t call out of me loud enough. Maybe I didn’t hear you call out for me because I was far away and you were merely whispering,” I said to the person who still remained quiet but he nodded his head, signalling that he was hearing what I was talking about. “Many people told me that I was never there when they called out to me. I found it weird because of I when I do arrive, they were never there and I don’t know where they live, what they look like,” I explaining to the nodding man who seemed as if he was about to go to sleep soon.

“Then they concluded that I will never come and that I don’t exist. Well, maybe I’m not real, but what is real?” I continued blabbering, not sure if the person is still hearing me. “Someone told me they died shortly after leaving before I could arrive. That’s a shame. If only they cried out louder and a little bit sincerer,” I explained. “I mean I gave them many things before even when they didn’t ask for it. Couldn’t they at least waited a little longer? I agree I told them they need to do many things in return but couldn’t they wait for another second just as a token of gratitude?” I ranted. “So,” I asked the man who was hanging from the tree, “What is it that you want?”

He never did answered me.


A Love Story (Part 7)


I drove back to the hospital happily, knowing how proud Eleanor was of me. Remembering that I was supposed to be buying some food, I stopped at fast food restaurant before continuing my drive down the empty road, towards the crowded and congested hospital, as if everyone in town is suddenly sick or dying. As soon as I stepped out of the car, the smile on my face vanishes as I pulled on my mask. I walked slowly towards my sister’s ward, secretly hoping that she died but die she did not as I saw that she was very much still alive. While I was eating, the doctor informed me the bad news. “She’s getting better,” he said.

Whatever smile that was still on my face behind the face faded away as soon as I heard the news. I told my best friend that he’s free to leave anytime he wants but he refuses. “I don’t want to leave you alone at this hour,” he said to me. I knew that he was afraid that I was going to kill myself. I would have convinced him otherwise except he won’t believe me due to the fact that tried to kill myself once and failed spectacularly. “I will be fine,” I said repeatedly but he wasn’t buying any of that and I don’t blame him. After his parents died in a tragic accident, he had been alone and lonely for a while until we met each other at the local book club.

“My number one fear is losing,” he told me once and of course, at that time, I had no idea what it meant. However, the tragic incident that I witnessed made me understand the magnitude of his fear so, I gave up trying to make him leave. I was staring at the painting on the wall, admiring it when I heard a voice calling out my name. “Come here,” the voice whispered. I stood still because I know that it didn’t sound like Eleanor. I thought that it wouldn’t stop and that I was going crazy out off boredom but after a few seconds, it did. I felt as cold breeze caressing my body as the hairs on my body stood up. I turned to my left and jumped out of my chair, screaming.

“What’s wrong?” my best friend asked, running towards me. I couldn’t answer him as I pointed to the thing that was in front of me. “Shh,” it whispered. As it got closer and closer, I could feel its hands caressing my face before it ran down towards my neck and began to choke it. It tried to pull off but I couldn’t. Just as my best friend reached me, it disappeared and I was able to breathe again. “What’s wrong?” he asked in a concerned voice. “The…the…” I said, pointing to the wall in front of me where the thing stood. “There’s nothing there,” I was told. “Relax”

A nurse told me that I was imagining things and my best friend said that I was hallucinating because I was still traumatised by the recent events in my life. I was buying none of that. “There’s someone there!” I protested as my best friend drove me home, telling me that I ought to get some rest. After tucking me into bed like a small kid, he started to walk out. “Wait!” I shouted. “Stay here with me!” I demanded and he did. He took some pillows from my cupboard and lied on the ground. Just as I was about to close my eyes, I saw the thing in the hospital that tried to kill me standing at the end of the room. This time, it was smiling. “Nice to meet you again,” it said as dropped to the ground and crawled towards me.

I screamed as loud as I could but by that time, my friend was already dead asleep so he couldn’t hear anything. I desperately tried to move my hands, legs or any part of my body but nothing seems to be working. Out of desperation, I closed my eyes and call out for Eleanor to help me. “Help me, Eleanor!” I cried as I could feel the thing getting onto my bed. I opened my eyes and saw that the thing smiling ear to ear above me. “Eleanor is here,” it said, giggling. “I am Eleanor,”

The Fear (Short Story)

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Note: This is a fictional work

The more I thought about it, the more I started to regret my decision not to surrender myself to the police after accidentally killing the man who was bothering me for half an hour or so. It wasn’t my fault as I had no control over myself especially when I’m panicking. It started when he came close to me and “Good evening,” in a somewhat whispery tone, which sent goosebumps all over my body. “Hi,” I replied, trying not to sound irritated or scared. I had always hated it when I have to start a conversation, especially when it’s with strangers.

“Waiting for the bus?” he asked as if me waiting at the bus stop didn’t paint a clear image of what I was doing. “Yeah,” I said. “I’m too drunk to drive,” I replied, pointing at my car which I regretted immediately. “Where’s your house,” the person asked. “Some 10 kilometres from here,” I lied. “Do you know when’s the next bus coming?” he asked, as his hand reached for his pocket.

Questions flooded my mind, as I wondered what he was about to take out from his pocket. “It’s a gun! It’s a gun!” my mind screamed at me, telling me to run. “He will kill you and take your car, run now you stupid idiot,” my inner voice told me, begging me to just leave already. “Well, you know the public transport in this country is not reliable at all,” the man said, taking out a card from his pocket and say, “Here, take my card,” he told me.

“Thanks,” I said, not knowing how else to react. “Why don’t you come to my office, tomorrow?” he asked me. “It’s a public holiday right?” he asked to which I replied, “Yes, I’m free tomorrow,” which was the third mistake that I did that night. “So, what do you say?” he asked me again, trying to push me to answer his question. My heart started to race as fear of him killing me tomorrow races in my mind.

Since I couldn’t say no, I stood there as sweat ran down my scalp as if I was showering. Then, he came closer, as he reached for something under his jacket. “Run!” my inner voice told me and so I did. I ran into the woods as he followed, urging me not to run away. “I’m not gonna hurt you,” he said but I didn’t bother to listen. I was sure that I outran him, in fact, I was starting to feel confident that I would survive the night. That was when I tripped on something and fell.

“Let me help you get up,” the person said. Panicking, I took a large rock and smacked it towards his temple. I could hear his skull breaking as he fell to the ground, dead. And that was why I am now burying a dead body deep in the woods. I couldn’t go to the police because they would take me to prison where I would probably die of suffocation due to my claustrophobia. I am sure that sooner or later, the man’s spirit would soon come to haunt me but I could live with that because his spirit isn’t only that is haunting me. After all, this is not the first time I murdered someone.

Murder : A Short Story

Note: This is just the work of fiction. 

“Surely many had heard about the world murder but how many of you really knows what murder means? Generally, murder is regarded as the act of taking away someone else’s life without their will,” my English lecturer started talking as the class begins. Sometimes I wondered why anyone would bother to really know what a word means. “Yes, Alex, what’s your question?” my lecturer asked another student that was raising her hand. 

“Does that mean God is a murderer too?” she asked. The whole class started to burst into laughter as the lecturer gave her the ‘Are you for real’ look. As she was someone who would ask weird questions other wouldn’t, I already expected her to ask that question. “Why do you think so?” the lecturer asked. “Nobody wants to die, even when it’s natural death,” Alex replied and it was clear that the lecturer was annoyed. 

Everyone knew that our lecturer is a staunch Catholic so, questioning God would make her furious. “Don’t you want to be in heaven?” the lecturer asked back. “No,” Alex replied. The afternoon bell rang, indicating that the class was over. “Well what do you think?” she asked me after class. “Think about what?” I asked back. “Is god a murderer?” she said. “Who knows,” I answered as we entered the next class. 

In history class, we learned about the First World War which is allegedly the war to end all wars. Ironically, it directly lead to the events that would trigger the Second World War. “All those people,” Alex said. “They were murdered,” she continued. I paid little attention to what she was talking about as usual. “Some people just have another way of viewing the world,” I said to myself in an effort to stop myself from being annoyed. 

“Yes? Any questions, Alex?” The history asked, waking me up from my day dreaming although it wasn’t me who was summoned. “They are all murdered aren’t they?” she asked the lecturer who replied by nodding his head. “Did god murdered them?” she asked him. “No,” he said. “Because God isn’t real,” he continued. That was probably not the answer she was expecting for but at least she stopped asking anymore weird questions. 

Suddenly, she said, “In that case, say hi to whoever that is waiting for your at the other side,” and before anyone could see what was happening, she took out a gun and murdered the lecturer. I was sure that she went along and shot some other people because I heard a few more shots being fired. “Don’t worry about me,” she said to me. “When the police comes, I’ll just say ‘God murders people too’,” she said to me and walked out of the lecturer hall like nothing happened. That was the last time anyone saw her. 

The room Part 2

I started to pack my stuff to leave in a hurry but then I decided to just stay and wait for my friends. “How long can it take them?” I said to myself and sat down. “Wise choice,” I heard someone said but when I turned to look, nobody was there. The mysterious person who stood up was missing too so somehow, I convinced myself that I was just dreaming. 

I heard the door slide open as my friends entered the room. “Who is that at the corner?” one of them asked. “Who?” I said and turned around to see where he was pointing it. And there he was; the mysterious man. The more I looked at him, the more spooked out I got so I suggested to my friends that he should just go to another study room upstairs where there’s more people. 

They seemed shocked because usually, I will be the person who would suggest that we get away from as many people as possible. “Ok,” they said and we moved. To their surprise and to my horror, the other study room was empty. We sat down and started to work on our assignments after choosing the perfect place which is under the A.C. 

“He is coming….He will open your chest…..And rip off your heart,” I heard the mysterious man singing the song. My heart skipped a few beats and my body started to shake. I jumped off my chair as I felt something caressing my neck. Then I saw it.  My friends reflection weren’t showing in the mirror. That was it for me. I took my phone and laptop and stormed out off the cursed room. 

“Where are you going?” someone asked me and I recognised the voice as my lecturer’s. I turned around and saw her. “There’s a ghooost,” I said while my body was shakin badly. It took her a few seconds to comprehend what I just told her since I was shaking so bad. “What do they looked like?” she said, giggling. Knowing what was going to happen next, I ran away. “You cannot leave now, the party hasn’t started yet,” my lecturer said, still giggling like it’s a joke. 

I didn’t bother with what the crazy lunatic has to say as I got to the main entrance. The door was locked and I had two options: Break the door or use the emergency exit. 

To be continued…

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The Night Class (Part 1)


Note: This is a work of fiction

I was walking back to my room after my class ended. It was dark because that’s the way it is. The university didn’t find it necessary to ‘brighten’ up the walkway because it’s a fact that the university is the most secure place in the area with top-notch security guards patrolling every area 24/7. Plus, the lights turn on by censor so, when nobody is walking, it gets really dark.

Nobody really knows why the lecturer wanted to have a class at 9:00 p.m to 11:00 p.m. but nobody dared to question her because almost half of the class failed the first test and it was a day before the semester break. The students knew better than to question the lecturer because they knew that she was very disappointed although she didn’t show it.

Some had noticed that she was acting rather weird for a couple of days but none said anything. They had always regarded her as an easy going person and she still was when they left the class. As usual, I let other people overtake me because I hate being the first to walk to a safe area. Despite being and claimed to be very secure, I was still paranoid because I believed that anything could happen at any time.

After being at the university for 3 months, I had quietly analysed that people who overtake me were either in groups or in a hurry to go and buy something to eat. For me, I take the time to ‘enjoy’ my walk because although it was dark and creepy, the scenery is relaxing. I realised that my walk to my room is taking far too long than usual.

“Ugh I’m so hungry,” someone complained while walking. I was sure that I along my 5 minutes walk, I heard about 10 complaints alternating about being hungry and tired. I decided that after listening to so many people being hungry that I will just go to the store to buy something to eat. As I entered to store, I was taken aback by the unusual amount of people there. Mostly they are my classmates.

After queueing and paying for my food, I followed a group of 12-20 people who were walking to their rooms as well. I sometimes wondered to myself that people are just robots who were programmed to behave a certain way only tonight we were zombies because most of us are tired and hungry but having a good mood because it is the semester break.

I looked to the left and saw someone who I assumed to be the cleaner mopping or sweeping the floor. I paid little attention because it was something normal in the university. I scanned my ID to open the main door and stepped took the stairs to my room. As I closed my door, a sudden realisation hit me. I realised that the cleaner didn’t quite have a head. That was when I heard screaming coming from the lower floor.

Immediately, people started to storm out of their rooms to see what the screaming is all about. Someone was pointing at something and being rather short among most of the people, I couldn’t see anything. I pushed through the crowd of 30 people or so and saw something lying on the ground. The something turned out to be a severed head. I looked in front of me and saw a sillouette of a person walking away. I knew it was going to be a long night.

(To be continued)

3:00 am

It was 3:00 a when I heard the knock at the door. I don’t know how to react mainly because I lived alone in a huge mansion. Having watched lots of movies and reading many novels, I know that opening the door would be something stupid to do. 

However, I have always experienced something that is not paranormal even when I thought it is. I had done everything that I could to see ghosts. I spent hours at the cemetery at night during the weekends, hoping to see a glimpse of something, anything that would make me believe in the paranormal world but I saw nothing. 

The knock persisted so I gathered it might not be coming from the door after all. It’s an old mansion so, it’s obvious some parts might had been broke and is hitting one another. The next day, I heard the knock again. This time, it seems to me that here’s a patern to it. It would always be a long knock followed by 3 short ones. 

That was when I concluded that it might be a ghost after all. Happily, I took my camera and was ready to snap the picture of this ghost, waiting to meet me. As soon as I opened the door, I snapped the photo. The police only managed to find the camera in front of the door. The never found me. Even after 10 years. The only picture in the camera is of a hideous creature with a huge smile and yellow teeth.