You're Not Alone

PHALANX MANH XA - KHAYA

PRESENTS

SPECIAL HALLOWEEN POST !

Oh man, I missed the Sumpah Pemuda (Youth's Vow) moment as I was extremely busy... with my  math grades.

26.

30.

34.

38.

Yes, I'm serious. I don't know how my grades increase REALLY steady.

 So what I'm going to do? Halloween? I don't know much to do, I don't really celebrate it. It has the concept of death and life, the last thing I want to hear. So I don't know what to do.

Look, how creative Benazio is:

Ok, now pocong is compulsory for every halloween party.

However, I consider myself as a fair storywriter, and that's what I'm going to do.

 
Enjoy yourself :)

======================================================================

Jack sat silently in a pile of dead grasses and leaves.

He swore all his guts that he is alone in this dark forest, but moments ago he could feel something is ripping his chest. Now the pain is gone. It was just as painful as if a knife was run through your chest, ripping his heart and lungs.

A dagger, perhaps.

Who was that?

Slowly, he stand up, and start walking. Faster. Faster through the woods with his bare feets. He could feel dry leaves, dead grasses, dead insects.

Death.

Why did I do this? Where am I? How did I get here? I don't remember!

Soon, you will know.

!!!

I must get rid of these sounds in my head, he said to himself. He run, run even faster than he did before, plowing through dead vegetation that covers his every single steps. When he consider it's safe enough, he stopped, still panting.

He glanced left. Then right. Nothing. All in his eyes is dead trees, dry leaves, and a dead skunk.

I'm alone, he entertained himself. Nothing's alive here, all dead but me.

I'm alone, he smiled.

I'm alone.

Safe and lone.

Scarily alone.

ARE YOU?

AAAAAAAAH!

He screamed in paranoia, and started running as fast as he could, ignoring wounds on his feet, and in no time his face kissed the ground. Jack was trying to stand up again when he felt something in his chest.

The pain.

He looked at his chest, only to found a rusted dagger was stabbed into his chest, ripping his heart and lungs out. And the pain struck him, stronger than before.

He cried, he rolled in agony, he tried everything he could to stop the bleeding, but it's useless. And everything became blur.

And the last moment feels like eons as a man appeared in his sight. A man long dead, a man as good as dead.

Man of death.
He could barely see him open his mouth as he said, You'll never be alone, kid.

And everything was dark.

Everything is dark.