The House 1937's
22. Follow Photograph....

A drizzling sound was heard from outside the window of my aunt's room, which was still writhing on her bed, she glanced at the wall clock and the time showed at half-twelve in the evening, but he still could not sleep. Maybe because he was asleep for so long last day that he didn't feel sleepy at all.

He lifted the bed net and got up from his bed and sat down at his desk full of books and papers. My aunt likes to read books in her spare time, usually she reads magazines or novels with various genres, ranging from romantic to horror. Tanteku also has a second-hand book store on the market to buy books for his latest collection. He prefers to buy used books because the price is much cheaper than he had to buy books in new conditions. My aunt started to turn on her bedroom lights and continued reading the horror novel book she had just read a few pages, perhaps by reading it could make her a little sleepy. A few pages of the book he had passed and he had evaporated a little. But suddenly around him instantly pitch dark and he immediately languished, annoyed, power failure is one of the things he does not like because it makes the state of the room becomes a little stuffy because the fan becomes dysfunctional. That means he has to be willing to rage for tonight. Drizzling outside the house did not help him to relieve his sultry feeling tonight. Finally, Auntie looked for the flashlight and the wooden match she used to keep in her study desk drawer for the source of her lighting in the room. Then he grabbed a small clink lamp that he hung near his study table and started lighting it with a wooden match earlier. After the light was on, Aunt turned off the flashlight and slightly raised the axis of the clinking lamp so that the light of the fire lights circled a little brighter. He was still disturbed in his study chair and his gaze was directed at the lights with the light of the fire that was swaying slowly orange. Amidst the dim light of the oil lamp his glance led to a letter given by Herman some time ago, Aunty smiled slightly and then grabbed the letter. He did not expect that the same person as his feet like Papa was able to string words into a poem that he thought was quite good and romantic. In the middle of the daydream, suddenly the light from the oil lamp dimmed and Auntie again raised the axis of the lamp by turning the small lever on the front of the lamp. He began to feel bored because of the electricity that had not been lit up in addition to himself who was not sleepy at all. Finally my aunt intended to re-split herself on the bed and when she got up from her study chair, she was surprised by the reflection of the mirror image that stuck into one with the door of her wardrobe, a strange black shadow that was standing stiff. In the dim light of the oil lamp clearly visible he was there and stood without knowing whether he was a man or a woman and his face was not at all visible. The shadow was like the pitch of a gripping night that left my aunt so shocked that she almost dropped her oil lamp on the floor, with a swift hand held the lamp and put it slightly to the middle of the study table even though he grimaced a little because of the heat of the oil lamp container to make his hands red and slightly blackened. My aunt grabbed the flashlight that was in her study desk drawer and directly directed the flashlight towards the mysterious shadow figure. His breathing sounded short-lived as he tried to win himself over, not wanting to make a fuss to the point of making everyone in the house distracted. There was no one, nothing, the light from his flashlight only illuminated some of the things in his room. My aunt was so frightened that her palms were coldly sweating, and felt her body shivering whether what she had just seen was real or not?. My aunt immediately threw herself into her bed, covered her bed nets and wrapped herself tightly with her blanket. He really hoped the morning would come soon and he closed his eyes tight.

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