The Horror Story
Claustrophobia

At 18:00 WIB. The room in this 3rd floor building was already deserted. It's just me and my boss, Miss Irma. It's over 2 hours from my return. This afternoon I was forced to cancel my promise with Mas Fatih, my fiancee to meet because of this boring impromptu meeting. I get ready to clean up my things, pick up my jacket and get ready to go. Asyana and my friends had already run away when the meeting ritual was over.

My boss suddenly walked out of the room.

“Lana, meeting materials for tomorrow morning have you prepared? I will leave in the morning because it turns out the meeting was rescheduled,” exclaimed My Boss.

“Besok morning I will prepare Bu,” I said.

“Are you sure you'll be ready that morning too? I don't want to risk this project. We have to aim! This project is worth billions, Lana. I don't wanna know. Prepare meeting materials tonight also”

My boss passed by and left me with all the swearing in my heart. Ms. Irma was nice, but she never gave up on money matters. Well. what can I do. Finally I sat back in front of my computer to prepare all the meeting materials.

At 22:00 WIB. I'm not done with my job yet. It turned out that this meeting material was more than I imagined. My eyes are beginning to be uncompromising. I went to the pantry to make a cup of coffee. Ms. Irma's room is empty. His stuff doesn't exist either. She came home with no strings attached to me and left me alone with this obscure meeting. By himself? I suddenly realized I was in the office alone when I came back to my desk with a cup of hot coffee. I go around looking around me. Slender. Even very quiet. It's freaky. I took a deep breath and turned on the music to drive away the silence.

I was reminded of my orolan with Asyana about our office building. It was indeed our new building, but it was the former office building of another company. Reportedly there was a suicide case in the building, and the good news is, the suicide was done on the 3rd floor, the same place as my office. I'm goosebumps. Just 10 minutes I began to forget the circumstances around me sound like being dragged. Concentration's down. I tried to ignore that sound and I amplified my music. That voice is no longer heard. I'm grateful.

At 23:30 WIB. The documents for the meeting are almost complete, and all I need is 1 more document. It's a little messy also my feelings about having to pick up that document in the document room. The document room was on the floor with my room, it was just that it was located at the back end near the pantry. During the day I refuse to go there, especially at a night like this. I'm determined to finish that meeting tonight. So I made up my mind to go there feeling a little anxious.

I passed a lot of empty tables. It's usually crowded here but it's really quiet. I'm running a little. I finally got to the front of the document room. I was a bit hesitant to turn the knob that already looks old it's the same age as the old office building. After I turned the knob, the document room opened. The smell of old papers and documents. Many shelves and documents lined up in the room size 5×10 it. This room is small but elongated.well indeed the room was too narrow with the number of shelves and documents that are very much.

Wall swamp to look for light switch. But free, the lights are off. Why must it now die, oh lamp. I finally lighted the candle I took from the pantry. I walked in between the shelves. Too narrow because the distance between shelves is close together.

The document I was looking for was located on the shelf at the very end.I had difficulty reaching it. In addition to the narrow room so that I am not free to move also because the air feels stuffy.yes, this room is airless, dark, narrow, and smelly. I complained again. I finally got to the end of the shelf. I took one of the documents from the neatly arranged list of documents.

My nape felt the cold behind my neck. The candle I brought went out. It's dark! and I'm getting stuffy and scared. I stood sculpting. I closed my eyes and clasped the document tightly. I can't think straight. My feet felt weak both. I can't scream, my mouth is locked.

I heard the sound of a book falling. Not falling, but like being dropped one by one. The giggling and drag sound turned into a fierce laughter. I opened my eyes but all I saw was dark. The voice kept roaring in my ears. I don't care about the documents. I dropped the document and I covered my ears with both hands. I tried to run towards the door. Damn, this room is only 10 m but why the distance changes as if it is further away. I thought I had run far enough but I never got to that door. I'm fallin. I don't know, it feels like tripping, my leg sprained. I was crying so much. I can't run anymore. The sound did not stop, the longer it became. I'm resigned. I just cried hard. It is impossible to ask for help because there is no one in the office. I'm getting stuffy and dizzy, and I think my body is getting lighter. I fainted.

At 03.00 WIB.

“Lana, what's wrong with you?” Miss Irma asked me. I hugged him. Crying out. I don't know how long I fainted. I told him what I was going through. I'm grateful to meet Ms. Irma who came back to the office because there was her stuff left behind. Ms. Irma calmed me down and gave me a cup of tea and a handkerchief to wipe my sweat off. I just realized my body was soaked in sweat.

My eyes are puffy and my throat is dry. Ms. Irma was still in front of me, calming me down.

My phone rang, Mas Fatih called me. He seemed very worried because I did not come home and could not be contacted. I was finally picked up by Mas Fatih and before I went home I said goodbye to Ms. Irma. During the return trip Mas Fatih still calmed me down and reminded me that I had claustrophobia. Yep! Phobia of the narrow space.maybe that's the reason I hallucinated a lot that night. I'm relieved, it's just a hallucination. I fell asleep after that.

The call from Asyana woke me up. I said I didn't go to work today.

“Actually I didn't call to ask that Na.. Ms. Irma Na.. Ms. Irma..” Asyana's words.

I'm sculpting. My leg's limp. I can't speak. My mouth is locked. I held a handkerchief given by Ms. Irma. Ms. Irma, the person I met early this morning, died on the spot from an accident after work yesterday evening. Maybe Ms. Irma just wanted to see me..

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