Mystery Mirror

Don't Bicker Ashar Time

Calista suddenly woke up from a fairly deep sleep. He glanced at the wall clock, both hands pointing at the number 6. 'Wawat! Too late!'. He rushed to the bathroom, nagging.

"Why don't you wake me up?!"

"What do you ask to build? You haven't talked to your mom for three days. Why the hell, Cal? If there's a problem, say!"

Calista ignored mom's talk. Aside from being angry, he remembered that there was a chemical task that he had not yet done and had to collect today. From the beginning he was planning to leave early in the morning to be able to cheat from his countrymen.

Calista grabbed the bag and pedaled her bike tight.

"Fuckin!!"

The cries of the mother who followed him out were ignored. The longer the sound was heard the more faint-faced along with the pace of the bike that was getting farther away.

School was still quiet when Calista arrived. There were only two or three students in the classroom. It's not Calista's classmate. He rushed to his class but it turned out that the room was still quiet.

'Ah, thank goodness.not too late' Calista thought in relief. He took out a notebook and prepared to copy the er. While waiting for his friend, Calista tried to work on some problems. A few minutes passed, until he almost finished all his problems. But no one came. Calista looked around, deserted!

"Tumben the kids haven't come yet?!" calista murmured astonished. He got up from his seat, slowly he stepped out of the classroom. It's dark! Calista!

'Why dark?!' thought. A moment later he realized it was night. Calista remembered, that after returning home from school he immediately fell asleep. Without saying hello, without saying hello to mom, Calista went straight to the room and locked herself. He did not care about the screams of his mother telling him to eat.

Calista's heart was beating very fast, when he realized that his classroom was also dark. He ran out of class, down the dark hallways of the school. There's no one there. School is deserted! Calista continued running while crying. Pile up!!!

"Aw!" He hit a big high figure and bounced.

"Mr Umar?" asked Calista in a sobbing tone.

"Eh...are you human? Why are you still at school?" ask Mr. Umar while pointing the flashlight to Calista's face.

"Sir Umar help me, sir! I want to go home!"

"It's late why are you still at school? When it's time to go home, go home! Don't even crawl"

"I don't know, sir! But please take me home, sir!" Calista stuttered for help. His voice sounded raucous holding back the cries. His face was pale with cold sweat.

"Yes, come on!" bring Mr. Umar.

The two of them walked down the dark and lonely school hallway. Step by step, passing through the uninhabited classes. Calista firmly gripped the sleeve of Mr. Umar's shirt. His breathing was still irregular, his heart rate was hunting. He occasionally glanced towards those empty classes. From the corner of his eye he saw that there were beings standing watching him. Calista closed his eyes, not daring to look.

"Sir, let's hurry!"

"Prophe dong, anyways, even dead"

No time sir Umar continued his sentence, the flashlight he held was dead.

"Sir..don't joke dong!"

"Who is kidding?! This is a light that turns itself off. What's the battery like?" murmured Mr. Umar while stomping his flashlight. But the lamp still does not light. Calista started to panic and cry. The hallway before him was now completely dark.

"Yes, let's go slowly"

"Sir, but it's dark! Not visible"

Calista tightened his hand. In the darkness he still felt many pairs of eyes constantly watching him. His hair bristled, his heart was racing more and more violently. Calista's footsteps quickly followed Umar, who was also half-run.

"Sir Umar, wait don't hurry!" pinta Calista who was getting tired offset the steps of Mr. Umar.

But suddenly 'suck!'

His leg stumbled on something that caused him to fall. His hand was out of the hand of Umar. He grimaced in pain.

"Sir Umar!" call Calista. But there's no answer. Lonely! Quiet down!

"Sir Umar!!" Calista called once more in a louder voice, but still there was no sound. The girl started to panic. He immediately got up with a limped leg that was still sore. Calista ran while crying in fear.

'Well!' "God..." Calista's leg stumbled back on something. He fell down, not only his legs, Calista's head also hit a hard object. He staggered while holding his slightly bloody forehead. Calista was crying! The place around it is dark. He cannot see things around him.

Calista felt a solid object hit his head. Slowly he began to feel with his senses. Feel the shape, feel the texture. Slowly he began to realize that it was a tombstone! Calista squinted, trying to make sure in the dark. He screams in fear! Not only one, around Calista there are many tombstones. He is in the middle of the grave!

Calista got up and tried to run back. In her crying, she heard many voices that were also crying with her voice. He closed his ears while running away in fear. Several times his feet hit the tombstone but he did not heed.

Calista's steps came to a halt when he saw a white shadow before him. The closer the shadow, the closer, the clearer! A white bundle of human bodies was approaching towards him. Jumping forward, the closer, the closer, the more exposed his broken face was. A face full of blood that had mixed with the ground!

Calista could not help but hold back her tears. He's inching backwards. Gee! Suddenly he felt his back hit something. Calista's crying is getting worse. He did not dare to look at what was behind him. He felt the hand of someone touching his arm.

"Come on!"

"Mr Umar?!" Calista turned to the direction of the voice that invited him and recognized the figure. Without thinking long he followed the steps of Mr. Umar who continued to hold him.

"Sir Umar, where are we?" ask Calista to panic.

"Follow it!" answer to Umar.

"Why are we here, sir? Where's the exit?"

Mr. Umar suddenly stopped.

"Lho, didn't you just want to go home? This is the real place to go, son!" Umar turned to Calista. Looking at the girl with a cold and sharp look. His face was deathly pale, his smile grinning by revealing his blackened teeth. The figure that resembles Mr. Umar laughed while gripping Calista's wrist.

Calista screamed as she could. Screaming in a cry that was again followed by a strange sound.

"Let go! Off!" he tried to release the grip of the figure's hand. But darling it didn't work. The hand continued to grip Calista, dragging him further and further into the grave.

Meanwhile at home both of Calista's parents start to worry.

"Pa, it's midnight. Our son's not home yet, let's go to the police, Pa!" whining mama while holding back the cry.

"We go to school first. You said he was in uniform, right?"

"Yes, but what if there's nothing?"

"Tomorrow we will tell the police that we have not met. Hence Ma, don't like fighting with your own child!"