Red Box

Box 36: Shut Up!

What happened to this?

I kept hiding behind the walls, trying to avoid them. Yeah, they're, not just one guy lurking. Several times, I saw other people peeking in. It makes me want to check the exit. Unfortunately, I was too scared to do that.

This is totally insane. I had been hiding for three hours, but the strange sounds were still heard, even to the point of making me dare not go to the room. I remember very well, not having closed the window mosquito net since morning, and now it's almost 10 p.m. Amazingly, I am currently forgetting, have locked the door or not.

God, this really makes me feel more anxious.

What am I supposed to do?

I've been curled up in the corner all day.

My back feels like it's coming off, but I'm so scared to move on. In a crucial moment like this, suddenly something was recalled in my mind. I'm completely overwhelmed by all the euphoria betting boxes.

Unbeknownst to me, Gilang has never come here again, since two days ago. For a few days, he also warned me to delete all the files on my computer, before permanently deleting that social media account.

Is this prank?

Instantly I shook my head, dismissing that stupid conjecture. I don't know any yousuber who might be interested in collaborating and creating that kind of content. Even my birthday is too far away. That means, the only possibility is; something bad is happening to him and the same is happening to me.

Clot!

“What i-“

Instantly, I covered my mouth tightly, with both hands. That was very surprising. The sound of falling objects suddenly sounded from outside, followed by a strange conversation.

I don't know for sure how it all got to be like this. But I think they made a fuss about getting into my room.

Oh, no, what else is going to happen?

They've been staking around this place all day and I've been hiding for hours. Those people must have started to get suspicious, since my existence disappeared for quite a while.

Stupidly, I still curled up doing nothing until I realized, there is no point in staying there.

Its over!

I forced myself to stand up, then walked to the bathroom in secret. While turning off the lights, I started the narrative as if I had just urinated.

Flushing the closet, patting the dipper, just a skit, like a Bollywood actor. My goal is simple, tricking them into thinking it's out of there. In order to be more perfect, I also whistle and sing ria, as is the hallmark of the Vridavan citizen film. I need to be calm as usual. While taking a breath I tried to calm myself down, I walked up to the computer, sitting as if there was nothing.

It seems, they still haven't taken action. Therefore, now is my chance to move. Quietly, I erased all data about Redbox at lightning speed. Occasionally glancing towards the window.

All my body shuddered, goosebumps so badly. Like my romantic feathers were about to leave their host. Again the mysterious figure was seen peering into the room. Crunching noises were also heard from the direction of the computer, which made cold sweat pour out.

Fuckin' shit!

Apparently, my hands were shaking, so the mouse came into contact with the keyboard. At the same time, I realized that my feet were shaking too.

I took another breath, trying to cool off the head that was starting to be not conducive. All my life, I've never felt this scared. But a black shadow could be seen from the window, not allowing me at all to calm down, for a minute.

Holysh*t, how long will this terror continue?!

I really can't take it anymore. Half an hour is already a haunting feeling of anxiety, with no sign of safety at all. Is there anything bad that might happen, or maybe I will die today?

Stop, Dim! Stop negative thinking!

As long as you don't give up, there will be a way out.

I approached the door, checking whether it was locked or not. The window was the most dangerous place today, and it was mounted opposite the computer desk. Or in other words right behind me.

I decided to pretend to play some games, but all I did was pacing the lobby in line. My every move must be being watched. Thinking of starting to write something under this terrible pressure, even though both of my hands continued to tremble.

The clock is past 12 p.m. Half an early morning. But the strange sounds are still not gone. I really don't want to experience anything bad. But my gut was reluctant to move in a brighter direction.

Every breath began to feel stifling. The cold sweat that is pouring out is also getting more and more tested. My mentality must have been really messy. Hearing the sound of glasses and plates clinking, it was like an accident. The heart rate instantly fell apart, whereas, I knew it must be a rat looking for food.

Relax, Dim is all still under control!

All windows are definitely locked, both in the room, and in the living room. I feel pretty sure, because all this time I never opened it, but really?

It could have been unlocked, since the first time I contracted this place. I never checked it for sure either.

My legs bent, my throat felt bitter, and my breathing became increasingly tight. I was too afraid to check it out and now started to worry, was the door really locked? Did I really make sure of it?

I started to stand up, about to check the exit again. But all of a sudden, the doorknob went up and down on its own. It made me almost scream, but luckily my hands were reflexively shut tight.

The crackling sound is still heard. The door handle keeps going up and down by itself. It feels like fainting, experiencing all these things all day.

Should I open it? Maybe it was Gilang?

Hell, fuck!

Whoever it is, it's almost one in the morning. He shouldn't have been seeing you all night.

Suddenly, the doorknob stopped moving, just as I decided I would never open it. The horrible sounds were also suddenly silent. It could be, this was a sign that the person was already gone, but it felt like there was no point in checking.

Long breaths gushed softly from my mouth, letting out all sorts of uneasiness. At the moment it began to get a sense of calm, suddenly a loud enough pounding sound boomed.

Brak!

“Come out, I know you're still inside!” exclaim someone, “don't pretend to sleep!” continued.

Holy crab!

Why are they still there?

The cold weather runs from head to toe. All my hair stood up straight. But at least, it proves that the door is still locked, and I'm still safe right now.

I want to ask, ‘what do you want, ' as I usually see in movies, but it will only make them more sure, if I am inside.

I mean, why bother telling me where I am?

Unfortunately, my choice to be quiet was completely useless.

Yoke! Yoke!

The sound of the window knocking made me look. Apparently, the bastards were spinning back and peeking from there.

“Open the door, friend!” he continued to knock on the window.

One of them placed his index finger on his neck, threatening to kill me.

“What do you want?!” my many.

Instead of answering, he put his finger upright in his mouth, telling me to be quiet. Stupidly, I followed their orders until I finally realized, the intentions of these people had rotten from the start.