The Midnight
mystery Room (2)

Because my things are not much, just one backpack, I do not need to arrange the room for long. I just cleaned it up first and then bought some things that I really need right now.

Although I like to blink every time I turn on it, actually my room lights are still fine. But I don't like his bruising. The light made my room gloomy. I also want replacement lights. Pay only a hundred thousand I even ask for more. I better buy it later.

A day of walking makes me incredibly stifling. Plus cleaning the room, mopping the floor, and smear the dusty parts, then sliding the location of the wooden cabinets and bed, perfectly crushes my body. It just so happened that my mom put a mattress and some pillowcases in my backpack, so I didn't have to ask her again. After everything was clean enough, at least my bed was comfortable enough for me to sleep, I decided to lie down for a while, while waiting for maghrib to arrive.

It didn't feel like a few minutes, I was asleep. But soon it felt like something made me uncomfortable. Sultry filled my room, growing steadily. Bizarrely. Before it was very cold. I wanted to wake up but because I was so tired I was completely helpless even though I just turned my body. Oddly enough, I wanted to open my eyes but it didn't work. My mind was between conscious and not.

Then suddenly I was scared. So scared. I was shivering and trembling in fear. I curled up, pulled the blanket over my head. I also felt my cold sweat seeping slowly from all over my body. What scared me even more, I heard a hoarse voice, like whispers and moans, calling my name. Whose voice is that?

I want to wake up but my body is paralyzed. Even to just open my eyes I really couldn't. However, vaguely from the crevice of my eyes, I was like seeing a white figure standing floating at the end of my feet, tall and long-haired. His head almost touched the ceiling of the room and he looked down at me. I was terrified and wanted to get up immediately but really, I was helpless. I also wanted to shout loudly, but my voice was gone. My body froze and trembled, wet with sweat.

After how many moments of struggling to open my eyes, which felt like hours, I finally woke up as well. I immediately got up and ventured to look at the place where the white figure had stood.

I got nothing. There was only a dull, damp wall, as before. I also observed the ceiling of the room, it was possible that ’something’ had moved and was hanging somewhere above me. Butno. There's no sign anything's happened. I didn't see the window curtains sway, or maybe the door leaf that opened slowly let out a long, horrible creaking sound. No. gabe. There aren't.

Ah, maybe that's just my dream. After all, I also often have horror dreams like that. It may also be due to fatigue and in the adjustment stage in a new place. But that whisper…. The sound was real. I'm not sure it was just a dream. And strangely, I felt like the sound was coming from the walls in my room.

I glanced at the clock at the study table beside my bed. The clock is at half-seven. Dusk is surely past. I also decided to take a shower.

I came out of the room with a towel and toiletries. When I turned to the end of the hall, I saw a white shadow disappear into the corner of the bathroom. I could only see the tip of the white cloth. For a moment my blood rippled. Whatisit?

Ah, maybe it's my roommate who wants to take a shower too. I continued my steps down the long hallway to the bathroom, hoping that in my heart at least one of the rooms was bright, indicating that there was a occupant. But my feelings grew even more shriveled when I reached the end of the hallway and just turned to the bathroom. None of the rooms have lights. Everything dies. The only light in the hallway was just a low watt yellow light hanging right in the middle. Instead of making light, the dim effect it produces instead supports a horror atmosphere that upholds the fur of sitting. Then that figure to the bathroom earlier?

I ventured into the bathroom. In front of me are two bathrooms. One is open and the other is closed. From the crack underneath, I knew the lights in the bathroom weren't on. But strangely, I heard the sound of a flush and splashing water so rowdy. I think someone inside is taking a full shower.

In my heart I was relieved, thankfully there are people. I thought I was alone in this boarding house. Delighted by that feeling I went straight into the bathroom next to her after pressing the light switch next to the door. Again, the yellow light. I don't like yellow lights. Dingy. My white soap became dull yellow.

I had reached half of my bath when I realized the water streams next to my bathroom were no longer heard. I was thinking maybe ’dia’ is done. But I'm not sure I thought that because I didn't hear the door opening. I should have heard because I knew the bathroom door was old enough and it must have sounded when it opened.

When I thought ’dia’ really came out of the bathroom next door, I was suddenly startled by the sound of something big and heavy falling thumped along with the sound of impact on a hard object. My bad thoughts immediately ambushed. Whoever it is that's next door, it looks like it just fell over and maybe, his head banged into the corner of the tub, then fainted—oh, I hope that doesn't happen. I was in a hurry to clean and rinse my body. After everything was done I went out and immediately banged on the next bathroom door.

”You all right?” I was worried, I kept banging on the door. After a few questions and still no answer, I was completely engulfed in panic. I think, whoever's inside, seems completely unconscious. Maybe his head is leaking. Or his bones are broken. And blood soaked the bathroom floor. In my mind immediately reflected a thick red puddle. Oh, naw!

When I decided to kick the door, again I heard the sound of water splashing, I undo my intentions. “Hey, are you right?”

I'm still waiting. But still no answer. The sound of water splashing sounded very ordinary, as if nothing had happened before. I'm getting pissed. It's outrageous, I think. I'm half dead worrying about him, he just keeps paddling the water.

I waited almost a quarter of an hour and started to get bored. But ‘dia’ doesn't even come out. The bathroom door didn't budge. I started to suspect. He may have fallen and fainted again.

I don't think now's the time to mess around anymore. I'm really upset mixed with worry. I got up from my backrest and headed for the bathroom. However, just walking a few steps, I suddenly stopped. I saw the door open itself as if someone had just managed to unlock it. I held my breath waiting for someone to reveal it but the door only swayed slightly, revealing a dark crack inside.

I ventured forward a few more steps, trying to peer through the gap. I squinted my eyes, trying to see if there was anyone in it.

Actually I'm scared. My heart was pounding very hard and I felt my palms cold and trembling. But I still ventured to open that door even wider.

I opened the door wide as if it was made of hot iron. Because it was dark, I looked inside. I vaguely looked at all the corners of the bathroom, and unfortunately, I didn't find anyone! Oh, this is so shitty! Is this cost haunted?

I half ran back to my room at the end of the hall. I can't put a damper on my fears. My hair is all standing up. The cold atmosphere suddenly gripped. Throughout the hallway I had noticed one by one the rooms were lined up on the right left of the hallway. Really, I wish I wasn't alone right now. I want, at the very least, someone in her room, anyone. But everyone is like going home. All the rooms were sealed and the lights were off. There was no sign of anyone inside.

I was so scared that it took me a quarter of an hour to open my own door. The lock on my hand was slippery with sweat and had already fallen seven times. Worse, now the dingy yellow light in the middle of that hallway is suddenly dead! And the only source of illumination was from my room.

The door opened and I rushed in. After feeling somewhat calm, I locked the door of my room twice. I decided to stay in my room until tomorrow morning. I plan to move tomorrow too. This boarding place is really uncomfortable. I chose this place wrong.

When I hung my towel to a nail stuck on the wall, the corner of my eye caught something. And strangely, before I actually saw, my mind immediately brought me to the white figure of horror in my dream this afternoon. Now the fear and panic is completely over me. I'm limp. I didn't have the courage to turn my head and see if it was that person looking at me from across the room. Both my knees are lunglai. My feet are numb. And to make matters worse, I again heard a whisper exactly as I had heard it in my dream, and was now calling out my name maliciously. The sound was cold and vengeful. I can't hear it much longer. It's gonna freak me out.

I immediately turned the key again and threw out no matter the door of the room behind me. My eyes caught a glimpse of the white figure actually standing floating in the corner of my room, and now it was as if drifting slowly towards me. I couldn't imagine what that figure would do to me when we were only a few inches away. Oh, this is so horrible!

At first I hesitated to walk the dark alley in front of me, as if I was going to walk the dark path in the middle of the forest. But I had no other choice. Staying in the room is suicide. Although the end of the hallway is close to the bathroom, there is an exit. I want to get out of this place. Immediately.

I ran like a jerk, screaming loudly, without sandals. Within a few seconds I arrived at the exit at the end of the hall. I dare not look into the dark bathroom. My mind is not friendly. Other horror shadows like something even more horrifying were waiting from the bathroom started popping up in my mind. Fear becomes.

After I made it out, I hoped my mother would hear my hysterical scream. Butno. He did not appear from his room. I think he's sleeping well. Ah, never mind, what matters is that I get out of this place.

Fortunately the front door was unlocked—it seems to have been unlocked for a very long time—and I finally reached the page. I turned around and looked at the whole house where I was boarding. This time I was completely shocked and half in disbelief. The house where the room was completely dark. There are no lights anywhere. But even at night, I could still see clearly, it turned out that the house was just rubble. Some parts of the roof have been a lot of holes. Wild vines thrive covering most mossy walls.

Oh my God, what is going on with me? Earlier this afternoon, I still found this place like an ordinary house that has residents. No traces left behind in the slightest. But now my view seems to have just been revealed and I see the reality is very different. The house was completely destroyed, left abandoned for years until the bush had grown to chest height. Then who's the mother of the kos?

I don't bother to think about it. I'm so scared now. And my strong guess is that the boarding mother is also not human, which transformed into a figure who has lived in the past. I ran out of the house and kept running until I was completely out of the housing complex. And more strangely—I don't want to think about this anymore—all the houses in the complex like no owner; dark, gloomy, and seem haunted.

I gasped for breath when I reached the entrance gate of the housing complex. The next time I crossed the street and there I saw the shop owner's mother where I had lunch was still open. I walked over there and went into his stall. Only then did I feel somewhat calm and I told all the events I had experienced to the shop owner's mother. After everything I told you, the shop owner's mother then told me everything. Here's the story.

Twenty years ago, a house at the very end of the number 66, suffered a tragic incident. At first, a student committed suicide in the bathroom by hanging himself. All of his roommates think he is hallucinating and depressed because he is haunted by a female ghost sighting in his room. There is a suspicion that the ghost of the woman is the son of the boarding mother, who died locked up in her room because of crazy. But a few years later, the house caught fire and killed the boarding house itself, including several boarding children trapped in his room. According to police, the fire was clearly intentional. Hearing that series of horrible tragic stories, I trembled more and more in fear. I can't imagine what if I stayed there any longer. Perhaps I will be one of the eternal inhabitants that will be.