Nightmare Diaries
Dead Lights
The priest at the front ended the remembrance that had been going on since the time of the issue. All santri and santriwati immediately take a step towards their respective classes to learn the book. On the side of the hilly road, two men deliberately stopped first in a small shop next to the mushala to fill the stomach that had been rumbling since the prayer isya earlier.
They waited for the order in a hurry as 10 minutes more classes would begin. Fried noodle dishes have been served by the seller's mother, they immediately eat the food on a long bench. Above the sky there, the stars are not clearly visible, the moon is hiding behind the clouds. A very thick night accompanied the two men.
Dozens of sandals had lined up neatly in front of the classroom door, including shiny white Japanese sandals with black stains that were typical of their teacher. After all, it seemed like punishment was soon waiting for them. The two men were broken open the door, dozens of pairs of eyes were directly aimed at them.
Deheman sounded loudly from a middle-aged man who sat down without even turning his head. With a sinless face, the two entered and stuck out their hands intending to greet the man.
“Where are you guys?” His voice sounded cold.
There was no welcome from the teacher's hand, the two pulled their hands back. The curly-haired man scratched a bend as he looked at his next-door friend, gave a code, unable to answer. The one being stared at could only sigh in fact he was also frightened but even shut up could not provide the best solution.
“Eumm, we ate at Buk De, Ustad. Our stomachs have been thrashing from Isya, we can't take it anymore.”
“Didn't you guys have lunch in the kitchen?”
“No time, Ustad. We were told to work for cleanup mushala and ablution place with Ustad Devan.”
The middle-aged man named Fahri did not respond anymore. This time, luck was on their side, their reasons were understandable. Ustad Fahri immediately told the two to sit down, resuming studies that had been delayed.
About 20 minutes discussing the division of inheritance, Ustad Fahri paused for a moment. His views swept around, the confusion of his children was obvious.It is only natural, this chapter is quite heavy to learn, it takes extra repetition to be captured by the brain.
“Someone who wants to ask?”
Not for a second, three or five hand-strapped had invaded the speech of Ustad Fahri before. With a faint smile on his lips, he immediately invited his students to ask. One of them, a fat man, Dean, asked the question first. Fill in the question about how the law of inheritance distribution for adopted children.
“The adopted child is not entitled to inherit, but can be given a Gift. The sum of the entire Prize shall not be more than 1/3 (one-third) of the total total inheritance.” So the short and clear answer from Ustad Fahri that makes the questioner mangosteen understand.
After that, it was thrown with another question. It did not feel the minutes kept turning and all the questions had been answered ludes by Ustad Fahri.
Without realizing it, out there, the sky is getting darker shedding little by little water content to form rain. The occasional lightning snatching made a deafening thunderous sound. Ustad Fahri chose to stop for a moment before discussing the continuation of the treasure chapter.
“Ustad, may bathroom permit, no? The Abian nih kebelet BAB!” said a man on a bench near the wall, raising his hand.
“No permissions. You just came in and now you're asking to come out again. Wait until you get home later.”
“Please ustad, this oath I want to come out can not take it anymore!” The man named Abian was already standing while holding his stomach.
Ustad Fahri sighed, really troublesome. He finally allowed the two men to go to the bathroom.
...***...
“Quick, stupid!” Abian forcibly pulls the hand of his sohib, Alzam, who is too slow to walk, deliberately enjoying the atmosphere outside the classroom.
The bathroom is at the end of the multimedia room— which is located opposite the learning room—so they have to pass through the ceremonial field, through the increasingly heavy rain. Arriving at the destination, Abian immediately entered and fulfilled his wishes.
Silence instantly took over leaving Alzam standing alone, his eyes sweeping around.
Cold started gnawing at his pores, he bandaged his body by utilizing the sheath he was wearing. A few minutes had passed but Abian had not come out yet. Alzam, who was beginning to lose his breath, tried to knock on the door.
“Abian! Scribbles! Why are you inside?Long time!”
“Iya, wait a minute!”
The man stomped his feet, furious. It could be mossy he waited for his old Abian sangking. He was back pacing indistinctly alone. Shortly after, there was a very loud rumble, hitting the earth.
Suddenly the whole lamp went out. Dark ambush around. Alzam was scared to death, cold sweat started pouring down his body. This time he called out to Abian loudly, banging on his door tight. But there's not even an answer he got.
“Anj*ng, Abian curse! At this moment he has not come out yet. O Allah, forgive Alzam, please protect Alzam from all terrible things, from the demons that suddenly appear and from whatever it is.”
Alzam raised his hands high, his mouth was about to recite a prayer like a shaman spraying a spell. His heart raced fast, his eyes began to water not knowing what to do in this dark-covered situation.
Until the miracle came, the lights were alive again spreading light throughout the madrasah. Praise the almighty God, Alzam soared in excitement and shock when someone patted him on the shoulder. He turned his head and found Abian standing up, putting on a flat face.
“Damn it, now you just showed your nose. Where the hell was that? You can leave me alone, Abian!” Alzam speaks with a dramatic spice.
The rain has subsided a bit even though the water that fell has not completely changed drizzle. In the still-inhabited classroom, with faces depicting various expressions after the lights went out, they were still waiting for a decision from Ustad Fahri. The new clock shows at half-ten which means another half-hour of learning will end.
But because of the conditions that are not supportive, Ustad Fahri also allowed them to go home early. The fear that had originally perched instantly changed with a domineering bright smile. Everyone gets out of their seats, out of the room.
Unconsciously, they forgot one
the important thing is two men who have not returned from the bathroom.
...***...
“Hei! Why are we here? The class is there!” Alzam took off Abian's rough handrails, looking at him sharply. Once again, Abian just put his shoulders down, not responding to what Alzam said.
Until a grinning smile rose forming a wide arch on his face. Alzam shuddered in horror, from earlier Abian's attitude was very strange.Tak want to think of all kinds he immediately pulled Abian turned the direction towards their original habitat.
The state of the class is still the same, Ustad Fahri was still perched sweet in his seat. The two stepped in side by side and stretched themselves onto their bench quietly, reattaching the ears to listen.
Either because it had just returned or indeed his feelings were reprimanded, the atmosphere became crowded and cold. A strange aura spread throughout the classroom. Alzam creeps then he pokes Abian's shoulder to ask.
Suddenly, Abian stood up, hitting the table. His head turned towards Alzam, instead, rather swirling around like a top. Then his head just popped off, thrown into the wall of the room. Sparks of blood littered the walls.
What an event beyond reason. Alzam was fixated, too hard to digest what was happening. In the next instant, he realized that in the room he was only a real person, as thousands of pairs of eyes pointed at him revealing their horrible faces.
Alzam wants to go. But, his body seemed to be held back by the glue, unable to move. A subtle touch tickled the neck of Alzam, a creature with a body filled with pus-flowing holes approaching. Hugged it from behind. Suddenly, Alzam shouted loudly, dodging quickly.
“Please, don't hurt me. Don't come any closer!”
With a hasty step, he headed towards the door. Want to get out immediately. But the door can't even be opened.
Alzam tried to break down the door, kick it but still the door was still unmoved. Instantly he was startled by another creature again, standing beside him, smiling widely like a momo with protruding eyes.
Alzam could do nothing, his body trembling violently.
“If this is a dream, please, wake me up. Whoever it is, I beg you, wake me up from this terrible dream.”
K..Khi.
His fear was laughed at
the creature is in the corner. And it makes the atmosphere even more add to the impression of horror. The longan laughter continued to echo as if giving instructions until one by one, the creatures came closer to surround Alzam.
Cold sweat, heart failure, and increasingly restraining fear made his head beat badly. His consciousness was gradually being forcibly seized until everything went dark.
...***...
“Astagfirullahalazhim!” Screaming someone as he entered the classroom immediately gasped to see Alzam lying unconscious on the floor. He approached and checked Alzam's condition. The face was pale and cold but still breathing.
Then, the man looked out looking for someone to help. But, there was no one in the hallway only he was a new one coming.
It would be wasted time if waiting for others to come, with the provision of makeshift energy he also put his bag to the table and immediately carry Alzam's body to be taken to SMEs.
Since then, Alzam has had a fever for 3 days. He also often hallucinated, screaming indistinctly like a possessed person, pointing in any direction as if there was a creature who would pounce on him.
The school that heard the news made the decision by repatriating Alzam temporarily to restore the situation
Alzam's friends who accidentally left him that night felt very guilty including Abian. The man to tears saw his best friend continues to be haunted by the events.
The veil of the past has reopened. Causing nostalgia for the school environment. The incident had terrorized one of the students of madrasah alumni five years ago. The student committed suicide due to trauma, so the school closed the case.
According to bird news, when the colonial era hit, the land before the madrassa was built was once used a place of execution, mysterious murders to devil worship. Naturally if ‘they’ re-occupies the region of origin.
But thankfully Alzam did not take any unusual action. The effect was not to damage the man's psychology. Maybe after returning to his hometown he has recovered and stabilized.