Nightmare Diaries
Photoshoots

Today is the day that fills the body and overthrows the soul. After a few odd semester breaks, Liza again led her way to school. Start learning as usual.

But, specifically for class 12—Liza to be part—first will take photoshoots for the yearbook that has been electrified last month.

They will pose for 4 days. Every day we change a theme. Today is the first day with a vintage theme.

The clock is already creeping in at number seven, one more hour Lisa will leave for the shooting spot. They chose a location in the White House, Jln. Kendari Purna's.

There is a classic place of retro visuals, matching the theme of their photoshoot at the same time close to school distance.

Lisa began to prepare to create exorbitant styles and outfits that would satisfy the eyes. Not to forget the thin Make-up. After an hour of self-cover, Liza left with her friends on a school bus to the White House.

The journey was filled with carefree singing, furore roaring on the bus. About 15 minutes wading through the streets of the city, they also arrived at the destination.

Greeted by the magnificent old buildings, lush trees that line every walkway and small lake that converge in the middle, then stop at

the porch is tied to the stairs on the right-left fused in the form of the letter V.

They got off the bus and split up. There is a direct self-eater in glas—which happens to be the wall of the building lined with large glass—ingin correcting appearance, there are selfies to devote the moment in the White House and there are those who sit around waiting for the turn of the shooting session.

Liza's view instantly swept across the entire part of the building. Like the Dutch century structure, the place is unkempt and mossy.

Full of brown spots attached to the corner of the wall. Liza did not do much just follow and observe every busy friends.

Up to two older photographers came, set up a nice spot layout and began alternating shooting on a per group basis consisting of five people.

Liza got a second session turn, no need to rush to pack up. He also approached one of his friends

named Atin, talking about the boredom that has been enveloping him since.

Occasionally glance at other friends who are the center of attention because they are in portrait, stylish like a high-end model.

Camera shots continued to storm them, alternating one by one. The two photographer brothers were unceasingly taking and looking for a good position.

There is one thing that has made Liza curious and very disturbed by its existence, namely the red door which is the entrance into the old building. The door is like intentionally in the key indicates forbidden entry.

“Tin, if we go inside that door we will meet what ya?”

“Neither, Liz. The existing spooky know!”

“Oh so yes.” Liza responded to the potluck.

After that, they no longer discuss the door, instead ran to the topic of oppa-oppa korea who was hits rocking the media.

Until it does not feel the time continues to be wasted, the shooting session was completed for Liza class. The photographer's brother had to switch to another class for the next stage of shooting the camera.

Now the Liza class is free to photograph here and there randomly. In fact they will make tiktok as entertainment. Lisa didn't come, she just sat leaning against the support, watching.

While being engrossed in watching her friends having fun, Lisa felt like there was a voice coming out of nowhere. His voice was rather small, but it could still be caught by the ears.

Liza circulated her gaze to look for the origin of the voice. As her pupils slipped into the glass-transparent building, Liza thought that her voice was coming from within, and that there might still be people working.

“Na, are there still people working in the building? ”

The friend named Nina turned her head in wonder, “You are crazy yes, where there are more people who work there.”

Liza was overwhelmed with confusion, clearly the voice was not far from where they were. What might be his feelings, Liza also tried to dispel strange thoughts in her head.

Friends from other classes increasingly crowded, filled the foyer area of the building. Some were sitting by the lake, walking along the route of the White House, and those who were already rumbling rushed to buy food in the shop across the street.

Liza was still loyal to her position. But this time he sat alone, Nina had already left to join the others. Suddenly, Liza felt very sleepy. Many times he evaporated wide.

His body was also limp and dizzy like someone was sucking all of his energy. His eyelids began to weigh even as he could hear a voice that forced him to sleep immediately.

Unable to stand the drowsiness that continues to attack, Liza finally rolled on the buffer.

Not knowing what happened Liza woke up and suddenly was in a room that was foreign, dark and filled with spider webs.

Confusion again penetrated him, but Liza was with her friends but now why no one was seen. Liza too

walking slowly through every floor of the room he might have found a clue.

Wushhh. something flashed as fast as the wind tickled Liza's body which left her stunned. Liza started goosebumps, her feelings were misgivings, “Who's there?”

There was no response, meaning he was still empty friends, his eyes so watchful staring around. His heart was pounding, his mind began to appear strange shadows.

Liza tried to speed up her pace, she hoped to get out of here safely soon. Until he was confronted by a chair located in the middle of the room, a white chair with a slight stain.

Liza approached the chair. “What is this chair belonging to this room? But why put it in the middle, this will be able to block the street people.”

When Liza intended to move the chair to the edge, suddenly her hand seemed to be pulled by something invisible. “What the fuck!”

Liza also tried to remove her hand as hard as possible from the pull but instead created a red spot on her wrist, sore.

Suddenly, from behind him came loud voices, saying “sit down!” He turned his head and found a group of monstrous figures encircling him, his face smashed exactly like a zombie.

Liza was scared half to death then she thrashed and screamed loudly and then miraculously…

“Hahhh!” Liza woke up again, her breathing was stingy, realizing that this time she was not in the room anymore but was in the porch that showed some of her friends were still selfie, chatting with her

fellowmen.

Liza also rose up with drained energy, her body felt hot. A drop of tears fell down his cheek.

Not wanting her condition to be discovered by her friends, Liza immediately rubbed her tears and acted as if nothing had happened. He went from that place to the edge of the lake mingling with more people.

Before stepping in to move in, Liza accidentally runs into one of the photographer's older brothers, blonde.

While holding a camera on the shoulder, the brother walked past it and disappeared behind the park connected to this ancient building. Liza didn't really care about it because she was still haunted by the nightmare, her mind was unable to think clearly.

When he arrived at the desired location, Liza caught the blonde photographer's brother giving directions aesthetic poses and property arrangements that fit for other classes.