FROM ANOTHER WORLD To You (A Mystery Short Story Collection ) - The Second Book
Chapter 13: The Nightmare of a Celullar (sixth round )

06. Heart Wounds of a Woman

Returning from John's house, I called friends, asking anyone who had a photo of Monica. Before that I told John to block Monica's phone number to avoid unwanted things. I'm like a crazy person calling here and there.

And after a day, I finally got the names of friends who got photos from Monica. They are: Melly, Rita, Ajeng and Jackie.

The average person has the same case. Change in size of photo. I also have it, but, the case is different the photo remains at normal size.

That night, I ventured to call Monica. Long time no answer, until finally, my phone rang but, it was not from Monica but John.

"Hallo," said I.

"Hallo, Mike. Can you come here tonight ? I need a friend to talk to, "John's voice from across the street. His voice seemed to tremble, there was a feeling of anxiety there.

"All right, you wait a minute,"

"Ok... All of you later. if... "John's voice is interrupted, I can't hear it clearly, "Hallo, John.. hello, you're still there,"

There was no answer, my face paled, at that time I saw again from the sidelines of the LCD screen of my phone seeping a thick liquid red and fishy smell smelled stinging my nose.

"Hallo... John. "I kept calling ignoring the red liquid flowing through my hands. John did not answer.

Just now I was about to get off my bed, suddenly my body was not powered. Strange noises came out from the speaker of my phone, and I felt my body light, light and I could see myself lying on the bed.

...***...

It was as if I was flying with my toes touching the clouds. Crossing a dark room in a room with a dim light.

Amidst the dimness of the light, I could see a beautiful woman walking into one of the rooms. The woman had curly hair, black in color and shoulder length. Judging from his tall, slender and tan-skinned posture as well as his face, he was not a native. Every time he passed someone he always close his palms while nodding his head.

Once inside the room, several people sat in the living room, 3 men and 3 women. I know them: Roni - Yuniar, Richard - Melly and John - Rita. I can't remember when they were in this place.

My body now turned to another place, a small alley, I saw Rita's face looked crimson looking at John, their mouths muttered indistinctly, a split second later Rita turned around, and then she turned around, stepping leaving John alone while his eyes were wet with tears.

Another scene unfolded before my eyes, this time Richard slapped Melly on the cheek, causing her to slam and fall to her back. Before long, Melly stared fiercely at Richard. The corner of Melly's left lip was broken, blood was coming out and her right cheek was ripe blue. He opened his mouth and said, "This is the umpteenth time you slapped me, mas,"

Richard's face seemed regretful, "I'm sorry, Mell, Melly shook Richard's hand and ran out of the room.

A shadowy figure peeked out from the crevices of the door, the owner of the shadow was the beautiful woman I had first seen entering the room-like room where John and friends had gathered. He slowly left the place while bowing his face.

"I just need a friend, but why does it always end badly ?"

The voice was barely audible, hurled with the Thai Mueang dialect (a language commonly used by people from the white elephant country, Thailand ). Even though it was spoken in Thai, I could understand it, because I hung out with Thai people a lot. I also inherited the blood of the white elephant.

Suddenly all around me felt so great swirling, what I saw became faint, the figure of the woman following the entire contents of the furniture vanished. I went back to hovering lightly and was thrown into a place, a place no stranger to me, John's house. His phone rang loudly, paying attention to the ears.

John's pair of eyes widened, leading to a figure of a woman dressed in brownish white, tattered. Black-haired tangled and long, the woman walked over to John. John's face was deathly pale, his body trembling violently, his mouth gaping wide. When the woman's body was in front of John, John's eyeballs seemed to come out of place, his neck muscles stiffened, his neck veins like bluish worms sprung up, and the neck veins were blue, his body twitched and a few minutes later did not move - motion again.

"John" I shouted, but no one seemed to be listening. The figure of the woman was still standing while looking at John, slowly, her head turned towards me, "Who are you ?!" myrag.

There's no answer. Slowly the woman's body disappeared with the sound of a terrible laugh.

Kkkrrii....

The sound was loud, I gasped and felt a strong pressure pulling me away.

"Mike, John's dead"

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