The Horror Story
Bloody Novel

I was sitting quietly on the porch after finishing the house cleaning task that my parents gave me before going to Uncle Wiko's house. Bibi Nur came while carrying a cup of hot coffee and placed it next to me.

“This, Non, coffee,” says Bibi Nur.

I'm amazed. Since when do I like to coffee and when do I order it? No time to protest, a postman stopped in front of the fence of my house. Poking the bell and forcing me to get up and get to her. When I got there, the postman disappeared without a trace. I came back amazed. I looked around me but I found nothing.

Irritated, I set foot into the yard. And I found a plate of fried rice on the table on the terrace.

“It appears that Bibi Nur is hank.” I said then go inside, towards the 2nd floor where my room is located. I opened the door but there was something strange, the door was locked! Again I was astonished. Obviously this morning I left the door open. Then I went to the kitchen to get a spare key. I smelled fresh blood and a little fishy as I entered the kitchen. I thought Bibi Nur had just cut up fish or meat and forgot to clean up the leftovers. Yeah, I don't think about that anymore. I took the spare key of the room hanging on the wall next to the refrigerator.

As I walked up the stairs, I heard someone scream from the direction of my room. I just ran there. I quickly put the key to the door but the door did not open.

“Gosh! I took the wrong key!”

Now it sounds like someone is pushing the door hard.

“Non... non.. wake up, Non! It's half seven. Later Non late!”

WAAAA.

“Bik, today I am off!!”

-00-

I clearly saw the sun sink from the window on the 3rd floor of my house. I saw a bunch of birds flying to and fro. Now the sky was very dark, but my eyes still clearly caught a shadow that was pressing the doorbell of my house. I saw Bik Nur open the gate and talk to the man. Then he received a novel-sized parcel. Then he went into the house.

I decided to go down next to my stomach that had been rumbling, I also wanted to ask who Bik Nur approached in front of earlier.

“Non Dhera hasn't slept?” ask Bik Nur who surprised me. I saw her face was so pale, her hair was unraveling and a little wet.

“It's been half twelve nights, Non.” Reciprocity.

Whahuh? Did I not hear wrong? Just now that I was watching the sunset, how could Bik Nur say it was already midnight? I ignored the talk and then I headed for the kitchen. This hunger is becoming more and more. I opened the hood, I found a dish that looked like it had just been cooked. I quickly took the plate, put a spoonful and a half of rice on it. I took some dishes. Then immediately I took it. Take the last feed and. teng. tong. The wall clock sounded. My eyes were wide when I saw the clock showing twelve at midnight.

My hair is goosebumps. When I want to go back to my room, my stomach is nauseous, like I want to vomit. I smell bad in the kitchen. I saw maggots, insects, and other disgusting animals at the meal. Holy hooch! The food is stale. I felt something stirring in my stomach and forcing me to come out. I spit out everything I ate. So disgusting. I'm starting to feel dizzy. When I wanted to sit down, I slipped and fell to the floor. I felt the floor so cold it made me feel like I was freezing. My heart was still beating, but something came out of my mouth again. Foaming white liquid came out from my tiny mouth. I'm poisoned. And now my heart beat is weakening, then it stops and never beats again. I felt my body drift away leaving a body lying lifeless under the kitchen table. I die!

-00-

I was struck in a white-white room by a drop of water that turned out to be a faucet that I had not closed perfectly finished my shower earlier. My body was so cold that I fell asleep in a bathtub filled with water. I got a towel hanging next to the mirror and then I came out of that place. I threw my body on the soft bed in front of me.

“I'm dreaming again. Araggghh!”

“The more scary days!” mummy's upset.

“Bik Nur... You hear me? Please bring me a cup of warm chocolate and a few pieces of bread ta..” not even my door, he was nongol in front of me. I'm sprung.

“Breakfast arrives.” he said with passion while smiling.

“Oh, yes, Non, I almost forgot.” he took out a parcel and gave it to me. “This is taken from a friend Non Dhera.”

I'll open that package soon. It contained a book like a red-bound novel without a title, the author's name, the publisher's name, the year of publication, etc. When I opened the first page, I was presented with writing that I could not read. Page by page I open, same thing. Strangely, though, some of the pages at the end of the book are still empty. As I watched, there were red spots on the blank page. Maybe ink, I thought. Then I put the book on my desk.

I ate my delicious breakfast without thinking about the strange things I've been having lately. Stupid timing. Dreams and hallucinations are pseudo, in contrast to this warm chocolate and bread!

I brought the plates and cups of my breakfast into the kitchen. The smell of fresh and fishy blood is back. I called Bik Nur but he never showed his nose.

I heard the sound of the television lighting up in the living room. Maybe Aunt was watching, so she didn't hear my call. After the kitchen, I headed to the living room. I found him sitting behind me on the couch. Her hair was allowed to break. He was so excited to hear a news story. I leaned against the wall, not near it. I heard that the announcer delivered a sad news from a famous novelist who died while writing his novel. He was mysteriously killed. The novel he was writing was lost in the footsteps of the killer. Bik Nur suddenly turned off the television.

-00-

Now I lay on a soft bed as all these strange things roiled my brain. Damnit damnit! Should have been an impressive holiday instead of gripping like this. My eyes were looking for something at the study table. Something I just realized had disappeared from its place and only left a speck of fresh blood there. I took my breath slowly and pinched my arm. It hurts! It means it's not a dream. I got out of my bed, jumped into the corner of the room, and shivered there. Cold sweat washed and washed my body. I saw the same figure as in front of the house sitting behind me at the study table. His left hand held a pen. He was writing on something. Holy hooch! On the blank page of the book I was looking for.

“Will the novelist who died mysteriously?” ask me in the fear that strikes. But he did not answer, he kept moving the pen. The smell of fresh and fishy blood was increasingly becoming. I'm as scared and claustrophobic. I tried to get up and open the door and get out of this room and go all the way. But that was just my delusion. He stood up and turned towards me and looked at me with a hateful look. I don't understand any of this especially that hateful look. I don't know him at all. In the midst of that confusion, he approached me and choked my neck. I rebelled, but in vain, I could not resist. My breath is dashed.

“I'd be so happy if you died in my hands. Hahahahaha...” said it out loud. With the rest of my strength, I clenched my hands and poked and hit the temple. He collapsed while groaning in pain. With the rest of my energy I tried to get up, grabbing the doorknob that turned out to be unlocked. I walked down the stairs. I saw Bik Nur standing towards me. Wasn't it! Wasn't it! It opened Bik Nur, but a female ghost dressed all in white. Now I'm like an egg on the tip of a horn.

“Yes, Lord, help your servant!” my door. “I don't want to die young.” Add me. But my fate is shit. The figure that was suffocating me earlier was now behind me and the female ghost was climbing the stairs. I closed my eyes, I resigned.

My energy was up and I just lay on the floor. I felt my body being dragged towards a place that was hot, stuffy, crowded, and full of fishy blood. So disgusting. I heard clearly the two other beings were conversing. The one who strangled me earlier turned out to be someone I defeated in a writing competition back then. He killed 9 finalists including himself, and now it's my turn. I realized, this is what the blank page at the end of the book meant. It turned out that he intended to write a tragic murder story against me and 9 other finalists including himself.

I forced my eyes to open. I want to see the world one last time. Then an object pierced my heart and stopped it from beating for a moment. I felt myself drifting to a cool place, the view was beautiful. There I met the other 8 finalists. They greeted me warmly as if we had been together for a long time. Is this heaven? My inner.

-00-

“Dhera...” shouted a woman from my yard who managed to break my daydream.

“Dhera, my son...” shouted a man behind him, then they both ran towards me. I stood up to greet them, but they did not stop in front of me, but entered the house. I saw them resting in front of the body of a girl like me who was resting wrapped in cloth.

“Papa, Mama, I'm here.!” my yelling. But they didn't look at me, but they were crying over the body. I'm amazed. Who is that body? Why do mom and dad look so lost?

I returned to my seat, enjoying some warm chocolate and some sheets of Bik Nur's fresh bread with a newspaper. What a beautiful morning.

I opened the folded newspaper and read the first page.

“The bloody novel by a famous novelist who recently died mysteriously, reportedly again took a toll. Dhera, a high school student who is also a writer, was found dead in his home warehouse. A bloody novel-like book was found next to the victim's body.” After reading the news paragraph,

“Dhera..” a beautiful winged woman called me. He stretched out his hand to me. I clasped the hand that led me to fly into the blue sky.

“Goodbye, Ma, Pa, I will miss you guys so much.” I said while waving my hand.

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