The Mystery Red Umbrella
The Branching Road

Anna began to step up, the candle she brought to light. The atmosphere was silent, the cold wind blew making the feathers of Rome bristled. He was walking on a bridge, he could not see anything ahead. He forgot to ask his mother, can he call Barrow?

I don't know where to go, he doesn't know. The path he passed straight ahead, the right and left sides looked dark. Anna stepped further and at that moment, a figure wearing a black robe stood before her. The figure was holding a stick, his body slightly bent. That person is like a witch.

Anna continued to step, one hand holding the candle flame, lest the candle be extinguished. Anna was about to ignore the figure but the figure raised its head but Anna could not see the dark figure.

"Stop, no man should be here" said the black figure who was now beside him.

"I won't be long, I just want to bring my best friend back who was brought forcibly into this realm" Anna said.

"Your head is so big, it's not easy to get out of this world even if you have the guts!"

"If you have good intentions, please help me but if not, please don't block my steps!" pinta Anna's.

"In this realm, nothing is good, Miss. So don't trust anyone!" after saying so, the figure pointed towards the right, like giving Anna a hint.

Anna looked towards the horrifying hand it pointed at, for some reason she wasn't sure it wasn't her direction let alone the figure just said not to believe in anyone.

"Thank you," Anna stepped forward, faintly she could hear some sounds. Her feet kept stepping, candles in the direction to the right and to the left, Anna really did not know where to look for Barrow.

"Barrow," Anna tried to call and continued to step up.

"Barrow, do you hear me?"

"Who, who's there?" the voice of Barrow.

"It's Anna, where are you?"

"I'm here, Anna. I'm here, I'm here!!" suddenly Barrow's voice sounded from all sides.

Anna stepped back, something was wrong. He knew it wasn't Barrow, it seemed like the spirits who were there wanted to trick him. Anna paused for a moment, spit in a rough swallow. He couldn't back down, he had to keep moving forward.

Now that she had not called, with the candle she had brought, Anna lit up the surroundings. Fishy smell and foul smell smelled, his stomach felt nauseous. Anna felt that someone was standing on her right side and left side, the stench getting stinging so Anna had to cover her nose.

He continued to step, suddenly there was someone standing there as Anna moved her candle. Spit back swallowed, he ventured to step back past the figure. The atmosphere was completely dark, only a single point of light was the candlelight he was carrying.

The figure that resembled a man was getting closer and closer, Anna was surprised to see her face crumbling and melting. Not just one, it turned out that from earlier he was walking among that monstrous figure.

"Humans.there are humans!" the figures were like sniffing at him. Anna's heart was racing. Run, he should run let alone the horrible and foul-smelling figure began to swarm him.

Without a second thought, Anna ran while guarding the candle flame. He didn't think ten minutes was much but he hadn't found Barrow yet. He was also already far from the point where he had come earlier. How can he come back later?

"Barrower! Where are you?!" now he again shouted, silence is also not the solution in that dark place.

"Barrow, answer me if you hear me!" Anna is still calling.

"Barrow!" Anna shouted back but suddenly, Bhuukkk!! Something hit his back hard.

Anna's body was pushed forward, she even fell down. The candle he was holding fell, yet it was still burning. Anna moved and wanted to take the candle but again something hit her body violently accompanied by a terrible laugh.

Anna even vomited blood, and she experienced it in the real world. Her mother and aunt were shocked, seeing fresh blood spewed twice by Anna.

"How about this, do we have to end the ritual?" said Anna's mother. He was very worried about his daughter.

"No, sis. We will only harm his soul!"

The mother was worried so much, Anna looked in pain. Blood from the wound flowed, some scratches formed on her hand because Anna was fighting something she could not see at the time.

"You really dared to come here, Anna. I will take your soul with pleasure" said the spirit.

"Shut up, give me my best friend!" shouted Anna. The whole body hurts. Although his stomach was not bleeding and he did not vomit blood in that realm but it happened in the real world.

"You're weak, Anna. You won't be able to find his whereabouts and your soul will be mine!"

"Shut your mouth, even if I'm weak, but I won't give up so tell me where Barrow is. Don't you want me? I'm here now so let Barrow go!" anna's eyes were fixed on the candle, lucky not to be extinguished. The candle was already his mother gave the magic power so as not to quickly extinguish.

"Hi.. Hi.. Hi..Hii! Good spirit, your soul will taste delicious when I swallow it."

"Just take my time!" Anna ran towards the candle and picked it up. After getting the candle, Anna ran and met with two different paths, Anna cussed. Which one should he take?

"Here, Anna. Your best friend is here!" a woman screamed from the side of the road on the right.

Anna aimed the candle, she was surprised to see a figure that was no stranger to her.

"Grandmother," whom she saw was indeed the figure of her grandmother.

"Don't, Anna, don't go there, your best friend is over here!" now the voice of a woman's cry is heard on the left.

Anna pointed her candle to the left, now standing there was a woman so similar to her that they were like twins.

"Don't listen to him, Anna. This path is right, Grandma will lead you until you meet your best friend!" shouted a figure that resembled his grandmother.

"No, Anna. She's not Grandma. I'm your twin, I can't hurt you!"

Anna closed her eyes, you wretch. Which one should he trust and which path should he take?

He knew the time he had wasn't much but if he took the wrong path, then he wouldn't be able to return for good and Barrow would also be stuck in that place for good. Which one should he trust? A figure resembling her grandmother or a figure resembling her or a black figure she first met when she stepped in.