Since The Fall Of Maglindo
Chapter 00: That Night

That night I really did not understand what was really going on, a real confusion. Instead of getting into one minor or near-medium issue, I prefer not to experience this one.

At that time, on the screen of the phone shows at about 9, the word terbesit sleep inside the head. My daily routine in choosing a bedtime from the beginning was never set, sometimes 1 hour before or not sleeping at all. Sometimes, I accidentally use other areas, such as the family room when suddenly carried away by a dream just by watching a movie. But that night, when Sunday intends to replace itself with a day that some students fear because in other words the lesson will begin, he said, the strange experience had been deliberately waiting for me at a moment where the eyes were almost closed tightly in order to wake up in the morning.

It's taking place on my own bed. If you look at it from a distance too, then the elegant sheets that coat almost the entire surface of the mattress will show how elegant he is. Dominated in black, showing a dark impression that is very suitable for teenage boys like me, let alone there are simple motives that seem to show the impression of minimalism.

Despite the beauty, everything is far from useful when I struggle without motion or words. Before that happens, my habit is to let the phone screen turn on and turn off by itself. As the eye gaze turned to the ceiling of the house, my imaginative mind showed its role here.

Unlike most people out there who imagine the sheep jumping over the fence in turn, in order to fall asleep I imagine various kinds of superpowers suddenly with no apparent cause coming at me. When it comes to the scene to destroy the world and its contents, the dreamer falls asleep.

Despite saying sleep, I'm not even sure if I think so. Because the terrible thing just started at the same time.

Describing it through words, I can say it happened precisely when the eye intends to sleep fully until it enters a sleeping state. But what I experienced was something different. When all of a sudden it was as if I was “snapped” inwardly or in thought, my sight without a hint had activated itself by ignoring my confirmation.

The first sight I saw was the door. Around the room looked dark, vague, because the lights I had to turn off plus strangely the vision seemed to lose true resolution. As I remember it never felt to install vignette mode on the eyes, now even blackness easily fused with the condition of the room in harmony.

Every now and then I try to shut it down, it gets darker. After all as a real man, I should at least put a little effort into solving the problem. For that moment, the position of my eyes was, open.

That's the first part, just small symptoms. However, the longer it began to approach a horror.

Considering I have half of my consciousness, or indeed fully control it, so I try to move the body. What happens instead of rejecting the desire, in short I can not move. Although it felt like I had moved a few inches from the arm, but when I saw it it did not change at all. Therefore, I who tried as much as possible to maintain calmness, immediately collapsed instantly.

Things I started doing, in vain of course. In my head, instead of thinking about how to get out of this state, I fell into negative thinking. Not literally wrong, anyone can guess that what I am experiencing is a process to death. I don't think if it's some kind of stroke, heart attack, convulsions or something like that, there's no particular reason why that kind of thinking goes away.

When the confusion completely envelops the entire body so that the brain cannot work properly, other symptoms that seem to have started the action since the beginning I finally realized.

I can't breathe?

Very tight, the chest seems to lose its function. The nose cannot draw air, nor can it release it. At that time I thought that the lungs had disappeared from the body, or maybe died of an illness, but I never even smoked.

That fact, made me think that it wouldn't kill me even if whatever was going on led to it. The mind began to calm down, I who had previously fallen down, went back up to the cliff filled with negative thoughts.

From there, various alternative grooves quickly sprung up in the head. My plan was to yell, all the words I could shout, so that others could hear it, then wake me up from a strange condition. But for the umpteenth time, destiny says another.

I want to complain to God now. The incident I was experiencing was too complicated to digest, how could someone who was not mute suddenly lose their speech ability, even though it could be through the heart.

I just shouted “Someone, please!” and also “Goddess, come to me and just send me directly to another world!” but it was only I myself who heard it. Maybe at that time I lost the system in my body to regulate the volume, because from the ears it sounded very small, or maybe it could be classified in the heart.

There's nothing to do, I just want to give up. Silence is probably the best plan. Let it pass you by, follow how the conditions will take me, thinking clearly at least to hope that what happens is not a process to death.

Calm, calm, calm ....

I keep repeating it. Because of that too, despite the tightness, I began to be able to feel my breath. The body that was initially unable to move at all, some have returned to normal even though only on the fingers. The piercing, suffocating pain, and everything in connection, gradually lessened.

Terrible moments passed with calm. Unknowingly, consciousness has completely come to pass. I did not expect when I had risen from a slumped state, while I was still in the same position, from the beginning of the supine inexplicably tilted.

I lived.

Those were the first words that came out of my mouth. I quickly got out of bed and chose to stand away from the bed.

My eyes were looking forward. The head is still in the process of adaptation, mixed with confusion and gratitude.

I didn't know what to do at that moment, so the one that was originally calm, became tense again after the shock that was dammed out simultaneously. After all, a normal person would feel the same way as me if experiencing it. I hope it's not something related to ghosts or anything like that, it's better to take it as a matter of regular sleep, yes, it's much better.

I don't want to experience it anymore, but identifying it isn't a bad idea. But not now, not tomorrow, more when my heart is fully ready. Even for my purposes, I was willing to devote my life to uncovering it, a mystery close to the supernatural.

As a victim in this regard, that is roughly what I experienced, not a bad experience and it would also be wrong to consider it good. From my point of view, it would probably be best to keep it a secret, not choosing to ask the expert was not a wrong decision.