ECLIPSE LUNAR

Episode 1's

Don't come to school on a full moon night. Or, you'll never get home

I've never been to a funeral in my entire life. But almost every night, at least once I dreamed of standing between mounds marked with a headstone accompanied by a cry of loss. The dream came the first time a week before my Junior High Tour visit to Djuanda Forest Park.

The dream always shows the same event. The moon is round dashing in the middle of the night. His silver light shone on the headstone until it appeared to me that the shadow of the death sign, extending and coming into contact with each other. The wolf's howl sounded shrill. Like the violin of the attendants crying people in black who in an instant disappeared left me alone with the body that had just been buried.

Then the night beast that I had heard only his voice appeared clustered from the darkness of the trees on the edge of the burial area. Their eyes glowed reddish, sharply drawing towards me. Spiky fangs sticking out of their open, waxy mouths. Those dense fine feathers would probably have been an allure had they not been soulless savage predators.

The fiery red color of the predators' eyes, filling the endless darkness in the burial grounds, showed a terrifying look. I'm retreating regularly. My barefooted feet felt cold as they climbed the muddy ground towards the exit. Amazingly, my speed did not decrease even though my feet stepped on sharp twigs and pebbles. I have to go wherever it is. Without looking I knew the predatory beasts were moving quickly after me. The stronger I swung, the greater the fear put on me. Until finally, my steps were met with a sturdy gate painted black slightly open.

As my chasing wolves moved closer, I shifted the gate. I went straight in, then shut it down just as one wolf jumped, almost pouncing on me. The predators growled furiously, shook and stuck their heads into the fence.

That horrible dream never went out, whether day or night. Every time I close my eyes, I dream of a similar event. Until then, on the day of my Junior High tourist visit to Djuanda Forest Park, thanks to my closeness with my friends, the dream ended with the loss of my best friend, Tesa.

Tesa's dead. I was in a coma due to a serious injury to my head. All of that is due to the actions of our jail who tried to violate the word restrictions in Djuanda Forest Park. The doctor almost gave up on me. But destiny has another will. I woke up from a coma after more than a month.

Since that incident, the dream of a wolf is completely gone. However, my inner eyes are open. Every day I was treated to a terrible sight that seemed real, even when my eyes were wide open.

I can see those who are invisible in the eyes of most people. That's my secret. Don't tell anyone. []