Followed by the Chaotic Creature
He's Waking Up

He said everyone had a bad day. I wish that from so many days, my unlucky day is not today. Because I have not prepared my heart.

I tried to be relaxed, leaning back on the chair while waiting for 'the two people who had just left casually' to return.

My eyes were fixed on the clock on the wall. I feel anxious and impatient. Why is the clock moving so slowly? It feels like an hour.

Do I just set the television? If I watch a funny show, I may forget my fears, I thought. I picked up the remote lying on the desk and turned on the television.

"Yeah!" my cry was startled as a terrifying ghost-like face appeared on the television screen. Spontaneously I threw the remote.

I felt my heart beating ten times faster than usual. My breath is irregular. As my mind calmed down a bit I looked back at the television screen.

It turns out that it was an ongoing guts test broadcast that was usually broadcast late at night. The scary face was the face of a fake ghost who was in the spotlight, he was preparing to scare his victims. Whether he succeeds or not, he definitely managed to scare me who was alone here.

I grabbed the remote on the floor and turned the television off again. My intention of watching television is gone. Now what should I do to keep myself busy so as not to be afraid?

I wanted to sing to entertain myself. But because someone once said don't sing the nights someone would follow, I broke my intentions.

"Ngeic! Ngiic! Ngik!" Sayup-sayup sounding voice, I circulated the look looking for the source of the sound.

The bathroom door moved slowly making a noise earlier. I got up and closed the door and went back to the chair. But not long ago I sat the bathroom door open and swayed again. I got up again to close it.

Instantly I was restrained. I don't think there's any wind blowing that could shake that door. So why is the door moving on its own?

I shook my head, driving those stupid thoughts out of my brain. I close the door strong. I took a few steps back to make sure the door wouldn't open again. After waiting for a while the door remained closed.

I let out a sigh of relief. I looked to the side and saw my shadow reflected on the black window. The view outside saw nothing but black color that signified darkness. And two red dots.

Red dot? I was surprised to realize that. There are two small circles of bright red visible on the window glass. I looked to the other side of the room. Look for an object that can reflect that red color, but nothing.

whatisit?

I approached the window out of curiosity. Take good care of it so that it is not wrong. I reaffirm the two small circles that appear parallel. Is that a street light?

Wasn't it! That's not a streetlight? It's like ..'eye'?

I quickly pulled the white curtains covering the window and retreated until they hit the bed.

Is that really an eye? I hope my mind is wrong. I hope it's just my imagination. Imagine there's a red-eyed creature behind that window, hiding in the dark, and looking this way, into this room?

How could I think of such a scary thing? While I'm stuck with a patient who's not clearly alive or dead? But if not, then what is it? It's definitely not a street light.

Why is Siska so long? What the hell is he doing in the toilet?! And the mother of this child is also not back and forth. How long does he want to call?

Suddenly the door of the room opened slightly as if someone was peering inside.

"Who?" seruku asked.

There is no lawfulness. I only saw the shadow of someone crossing this room from the crack of the door. I opened the door and checked outside.

Someone just turned to the stairs next to this room. I only saw his back briefly in a white uniform.

"Siska?" I cried again to ask. All patients may have fallen asleep.

I looked into the room for a moment.which is more frightening, walking around the quiet corridor without knowing who you met? Or stay in the room alone with a patient who is like an undead.

" empty? That boy doesn't exist! Where the hell is he?" I panicked and searched the hallway.

If he goes missing I'll take the blame for not keeping him right. I could get fired. There have not been a few months of work.

I'm sure when I came out the kid was still inside. Why doesn't there exist now? But he was unconscious. Did he suddenly wake up and walk by himself?

Normally a person who has just been aware of a coma must be difficult to move his body let alone walk. This is impossible!

Ahhh! My peek. My leg tripped something to make me fall to the floor.

I heard footsteps walking in the hallway. His voice from behind me. Slowly approached me.

"Who?" ask me with a weak and trembling voice.

I fear. I want to escape. But I can't wake up. My body does not want to move. Either because I was afraid of him or someone was holding me back.

A pair of small feet stood in front of me. The little fingers are paled. I slowly looked up to see who the owner was.

I can't believe it! The child lying in the room was like an undead, getting up and standing in front of me. His eyes that were as red as rubies looked at me. He moved his index finger to the front of his mouth. He gestured me to be quiet.

"Akkkkhhh!" My screams echoed throughout the hallway. Hoping in despair someone heard it and came in time to help me.

"Ra! Ra! Wake Ra!" I heard Siska's voice wake me up. Slowly I opened my eyes. I saw Siska and the others crowding me.

"You why Ra?" Ask Siska worried.

"So that's that kid-wake-up" I said in pieces. I don't understand it myself. It felt like all those words were racing out of my mouth until I couldn't manage them.

"Which child?" ask siska.

"That's in that room" I pointed to the room of the comatose children's patient. I saw the patient's mother standing not far from me. Seeing me confused. How not, his son was missing when he asked me to look after him. He must have blamed me.

"Ra, are you mimipi? The kid's still in the room, Ra. Not anywhere. He's not up yet."

"What?" Siska's words surprised me. If he still hasn't woken up, then who did I meet? Though clearly the patient's bed was empty and the blanket was disheveled.

"We found you passed out on the street. What's going on?" Ask Siska again. I was confused to answer. Because no one believes. All my fear and confusion made my emotions overflow into sobs. Siska calmed me down by hugging me and patting my back. I'm embarrassed but I can't hold it anymore.

A month has passed since that incident. I've been checking the CCTV over and over again. The boy was not recorded. There was only me who went out of the room and suddenly fell unconscious. Is it true that I was just a dream? It feels very real.

My co-workers asked me not to think too much about it. Strange things often happen when we stay up at night. Sometimes there are strange sounds. Sometimes in the stuff. Well, that's the story of my colleagues who once stood guard at night. At first, they were afraid to get used to their pranks.

A red apple rolled at my feet. I picked it up and gave it to the little girl sitting in a wheelchair.

"Thank you, Laura." He said to me with a sweet smile.

It's still hard to believe that he's the same kid that's been freaking me out and traumatizing me for so long. He has beautiful brown eyes. He had already woken up a few days ago and was currently conducting a follow-up examination and therapy.

"Say you can go home soon? Congratulations to you!" My speech. The boy called by the name of Melya nodded cheerfully.

The boy I knew as his brother pushed his wheelchair past from before me.

I knew the boy was different from the one I had met, but sometimes fear slipped in my heart when faced with him. There was something strange about the boy. Something unseen yet spreading fear around him.