A Bunch of Horror Stories

episode 98 (One Body of Two Souls )

A human figure I saw sitting lethargic while tightly hugging his pointed knee in one corner of the room. It was as if he was afraid of losing his knee. This building I own is like a palace of ghosts. Not taken care of because it may have been left by the owner of the house for a long time. In the front yard there stands a solid banyan tree like a king surrounded by weeds as high as approximately one meter. In the yard on the left side, there was an old well that I felt had dried up. Because when I was throwing stones at it, there was no sound of water splashing at all. Or maybe the well is endless. The well that connects our world to a dimension in the middle of nowhere. On the right side of the house there is a pond and a patch of soil with dry trees. The pool was dark in the full moon. There was no sign of life there. It was as if time died in that place. The right side yard is inversely proportional to the view of the left side yard that is thick. In the back yard, bamboo groves rubbed against each other in the wind. It creates an unusual harmony. It's as if that harmony is trying to lead us to another dimension.

The room where the child was sitting was very dirty, stuffy and damp. Spider nests everywhere, leftover feces eating bats scattered, rats walking to and fro as if ignoring our existence. There were even some mice that bit the boy's leg. The smell of blood cannot be ignored. This room was dark, only a little light from the full moon that entered through the wooden window that was biarka open.

I walked up to the boy, trying to ask him what was really going on. And why he could be in this creepy place. The harmony of bamboo friction was getting louder, the wind that blew was getting louder, the wooden window that reot was moving in and out. Kreket. kreket. Sweat began to pour. It turned out that the extremely cold night wind was unable to cool my fear. Added even.

I am in front of the boy. He didn't look at me at all. He's still down the same as before. The rats that were biting the tip of his foot had left. But he remained silent as if he did not feel any pain at the tip of his bleeding foot.

I also tried to look at him closer. But he kept his head down. I was really confused as to what had happened to this child in front of me. I also ventured to open my voice.

“Sorry mas, if you can know why again in a place like this?”

No answer, just silence. My voice suddenly shrieked, guessing who these creatures in front of me were. That human? A ghost? A zombie?. The howling of the wolf blotted out the gripping atmosphere increasingly gripping. The sound of an owl suddenly sounded right above the house. It was as if not wanting to miss participating in creating this terrifying atmosphere. “Perfect” innerku.

“My name is Zaenudin Bangun setiawan. I got separated from my entourage and got lost until I found this house. Is mas also lost just like me?”

“My name is Satrio Abhimanyu. I am the same as you. Separated from the group and lost until they found this house. They purposely left me alone when they were about to pee!”

It was a surprise when he showed his face. It's vague, but I know that look pretty well. His face, his hair, his lips, the mole on his chin next to his right, all of that reminds me of someone. To myself. Yeah, he looks like me. Very similar in fact. Even though the name is different. The look in his eyes was sharp, I could feel the energy from the radiance of his eyes. An energy that implies vengeance due to hurt. He smiled cynically. Suddenly my heart is broken. I am confused by how I feel. It's freaky. Very quaint. I never had a twin brother. There is a sense of some sort of inner bond with him.

“Since when are you here?” I ventured to ask him.

“It's been a long time. Very long even.”

“Why don't you get out of this horrible place?”

“There is no reason for me to leave this place. This place is very comfortable for me. I enjoy every life in this place.”

“Enjoying.”.

“Yes, enjoy. Enjoying solitude, enjoying the emptiness and enjoying the void.”

I was horrified to hear his statement. This guy who looks like me seems to be out of his mind. Throughout my life, no one has ever said “I enjoy solitude, emptiness and emptiness.”

“Did you ever think your family, your relatives, your girlfriend, your friends and your friends would be very worried about your existence?” In my fear, there was a sense of rudeness that finally made me ask again.

“Fuck with them all. I never trusted anyone in this world. Even God though, I don't trust him”

“You atheist...?”

“Yes. I'm an Atheist since God took away the dreams, hopes and love I once had.”

“You are really overrated. God does that because he loves you. He wants you to be a better human being among other human beings.”

I was shocked to hear his statement about me. What's with this guy actually. I resigned if he was a genie who was disguised as me to be able to eat me. I'm sure God will help me.

“You know the history of this house?” suddenly he broke my momentary daydream.

“How can I know, I've been to this place only the first time. And it got lost.”

“You should know and know more than I.”

I stupefied. How could I possibly know the history of the house I first stepped in. Every word that came out of his mouth was getting harder to digest. Many questions swirled in my otaku. But this mouth is reluctant to reveal it.

“This house is not an old house. It's just that this house was built with a foundation of hatred and a wall of revenge. There is no single structure in this building materializing love and affection. That's what makes this house look so dark, dirty and seedy. My existence here is to nurture it. To keep that hatred and that revenge. I knew earlier that you would visit here. I've been waiting for moments like this for a long time.”

The boy's bullying makes me even more clueless.

“Zaenudin Bangun Setiawan, are you not yet able to understand? You are me and I am you.”

“What did you mean just now.”

“The pain you have received from feeling neglected by your father, the pain of your disappointment with your father, and the pain of your parents' divorce have kept me here. In your chest. I am the dark shadow of you. Which you unknowingly created. This house is one corner of your dark heart. And I am the occupant.”

“No, lie. You're lying. Tell me who the hell are you? What do you want from me? Don't try to play games with me. Otherwise.”

“If not, what? You won't be able to do anything. You are weak. Your own father thinks you're a sissy. Hahahaha”

“Stop saying. You devil.”

“I am indeed a demon, a demon that you created and you nurtured.”

I walked back away from him. I'm drooping down. Sitting without energy. His words make me sick. I regretted greeting him earlier. Fucking shit. I screamed, hoping everything would stop. He laughed even more loudly in his seat. Now he's poking the blood that's flowing from his legs. Then he clenched his finger. I'm sick of seeing it. I'm sick of his behavior. She harassed me. Suddenly my tears came. I have no power to question him anymore.

“Basic crybaby, hahahaha.” he twitched me.

Suddenly he got up from his seat. Walking towards me. Looking into his eyes, his smile scared me. Now he is by my side. He sat right with my body. He breathed his breath into my face. His right hand was holding my shoulder. His left hand was stroking my hair. Licking my ears. I was really scared of him. But my body feels very weak. Until I can't move a bit. Now the left hand that he used to defend me, now he uses it to poke blood still coming out of the tip of his leg from the rat bite. Then put it on my lips. My body trembles. He whispered “Are you scared? Why should you be afraid of me? I was you. Stop the crying, I don't like to see tears. It will only make you look sadder. My dear Zaenudin, we coexist in one body. I just want to make one wish for you. Let me take over your body. I'll show you how to live it. You can rest in peace and quiet as long as I control your body.”

Suddenly he disappeared somewhere. Suddenly my head was dizzy. My body is getting limp. And. I'm not strong anymore.

I woke up in a sweaty body. Finally, there came a time where I took over this body from Zaenudin. I don't think he's worth controlling this body anymore.he's too weak. He's too fragile. He should have just died. Because I'm more worthy of controlling this body, I'll show them, man. That resentment and hatred can turn a person strong. Even many times stronger.

Welcome my birth, world. With your weeping roar. Be careful, because I'm gonna spread a hate virus. Haha