Short Stories Before Bed (Horror)

When Drizzling Ahead of Magrib

A farmer named Surya lives in a remote village on the slopes of a mountain. The village is surrounded by dense forest and has weather that is often cloudy and drizzling ahead of magrib. Nonetheless, Surya and the villagers lived peacefully and lived their routine without much interruption, at least until that day.

One afternoon, as cloudy clouds began to hang low in the sky, Surya decided to return home to his village after a long day of work in the rice fields. He wore a thick jacket and carried an old, shabby umbrella. Along the way home, a subtle drizzle drops and creates a soothing sound. Surya followed the path through the dense forest, feeling calm in silence that was only broken by the sound of falling rain drops on the leaves.

However, when he walked past somewhere that was quite remote, he felt as if something was strange. Her umbrella suddenly opened on its own, even though there was no wind blowing. Surya was amazed, but also somewhat worried. He tried to close the umbrella, but the more he tried, the harder it opened. Anxiety began to sneak up on him, and he began to feel that he was not alone in this forest.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of soft female footsteps behind him. The voice was like following his steps gently. Surya looked back, but there was no one there. Only trees and wet soil are affected by drizzle. He tried not to be too afraid, thinking that maybe it was just his imagination, but the sound of the move was getting closer.

Surya continued walking, hoping that maybe he was just paranoid. However, when he reached a small bridge that crossed a small river, he saw something that surprised him. At the end of the bridge, among the increasingly thick fog, he saw the figure of a woman. The woman stood there, with long, wet hair draped across her umbrella. The umbrella looked like the umbrella he was carrying, but this was unlike anything he had ever seen.

The woman looked beautiful, with a white dress that was wet exposed to drizzle. He said nothing, just standing there with his sharp eyes staring at Surya. Surya felt a chill, and a startling tremor flowed throughout his body. He knew that this was not something ordinary, that this woman was not a human but a supernatural being.

In the stillness of the creeping twilight, Surya looked at the mysterious woman standing in front of him. The white dress that was attached to her body gave off a graceful impression and vaguely reflected the twilight rays that turned into drizzle. His sharp sword-like eyes pierced through as if he could see into Surya's soul.

At that moment, the entire forest felt so silent, it was only broken by the sound of falling raindrops onto the layered leaves. But there is tension in the air that cannot be explained. Surya felt that he was dealing with something bigger than himself, something that could not possibly be explained by human logic.

The woman did not move. He stood there with astonishing grandeur, as if he was a part of nature itself. Her long hair was wet by drizzle, and Surya could see sparkling water droplets at the ends. This woman never touched the umbrella she was holding, but it remained wide open.

Surya felt fear and admiration at once. He felt like he was in the presence of a magical entity that his mind could not understand. Just by looking at the woman's eyes, she felt like all the secrets of the open universe were in front of her.

The woman did not say a word. He just stood there, with an unchanging expression. But as their eyes met, Surya felt something much deeper than words. There was a form of communication going on between them, like she could read the woman's mind, and the woman could see into Surya's soul.

Just then, Surya began to ponder what this apparition might mean. Is this woman a protector of nature, or is she a spirit who has lived in this forest for a long time? Or maybe there is a message he wants to convey to Surya?

The night deepened, and the drizzle kept coming down. Surya knew he had to come home soon, but he also didn't want to leave this woman. There was something that fascinated him and could not move from his place. He felt as if there was an invisible link connecting the two of them.

Over time, Surya felt an increasingly intense cold, although the drizzle itself was not too heavy. He felt a strange vibration creep all over his body, and he realized that he had to leave. But when he turned to leave the woman, he felt as if there was a hand holding his sleeve. But when he looked, there was nothing.

With a thumping heart, Surya finally left the place. He walked away from the woman, leaving the forest darkening as the night deepened. But he felt that this experience would remain etched in his memory forever.

Back in the village, Surya felt unable to keep this story to himself. He told his friends, but they only listened with astonished gazes. They could not understand the experience he had.

A few days later, the story of the sighting of the paddled woman began to spread in the village. People began to hear about Surya's experience, and some of them even recounted similar experiences. They began to gather and discuss what this apparition might mean.

Some say that the woman is a forest spirit who guards nature, whereas others feel that she is a misting guard who appears when it rains. There are also those who think of it as a message from nature, that we should be more concerned about the environment.

But one thing everyone agrees on is that this apparition is something that science cannot explain. It is a profound and mysterious experience, which leaves a deep impression on anyone who experiences it.

Surya continued to visit the place in the forest where he first saw the woman, hoping to see her again. However, the woman never showed up again. Surya felt that he had experienced something extraordinary, and although he did not know what the true meaning of the apparition was, he felt that it was an experience he would remember for the rest of his life.

The mystery of the sighting of the woman paddled during the drizzle ahead of the magrib remains the story told in the village. Every time the drizzle came down, people would gather under their umbrellas and remember Surya's story. They feel that nature has infinite wonders, and we only need to open our eyes and hearts to see them.