Short Story (Cerpen)

AHS

Category: Ghost Horror Short story

Title: AHS

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Cte, ctik, ctik…

Someone in front of the computer typed a row of letters on his keyboard, focusing his gaze without any intention to be distracted.

Log in

Clik.

After entering his email and password, he typed the log in button right next to the password box to enter his facebook account. Until a moment later, the monitor display displays its facebook homepage.

You AHS?

He scrunched his eyebrows, when a word flashed on the computer screen in front of him, more precisely on his facebook homepage.

AHS. It feels like he's heard that somewhere.

“What is it?” gumannya.

Dilanda high curiosity, mixed with a sense of enthusiasm to read the article.

AHS, or the abbreviation of Alien Hand Syndrome is a rare disease in which the person suffering from it cannot control his own hands as he wishes. This disease causes the sufferer to often hurt themselves or even others with his own hands. Some even strangle themselves to the extreme of this disease.

“Mana may..” him, let his breath in after reading that absurd and ridiculous article. According to him, the person who wrote this is likely making it up, and only aims to deceive his readers.

For the next time, he closed the web tab without reading the last alenia in the article.

Bored, after logging out of his Facebook, he turned off his computer and moved from the chair he was sitting in to his room.

Cklek.

“Eh?”

He regained his senses shortly after his right hand opened the door of his room. Not intentionally, but before there was any intention to move his hand, his hand suddenly moved itself opening the door.

“Serious..” with a few drops of cold sweat dripping from his forehead, he began to cast his hand as it was still fine or not by moving his hand.

The next second, he breathed a sigh of relief because his hand was still normal. He thought that was just a reflex.

He entered his room, this time with a controlled hand.

In the evening, it is a good time to do PR. With his hands positioned his fingers to hold a pen, he began to write down one word at a time in his book.

Sreth, sret.

He started working on his PR smoothly until now.

Sret, sret, sret.

Sret, sret, sret!

The hand continued to write, writing incessantly which made him grow even more afraid. His idle left hand, holding tightly to his right wrist, tried to stop the other hand from moving.

“My hands why?!” he shouted, while his right hand was already felt uncontrollable. Continues, continues. His right hand continued to write something that he did not want to write until it felt like a piece of paper was written enough.

Now it's time for you to die.

He looked at the horror towards the paper with a similar writing of his right hand work, making him who was struck by high-level fear gulp down his hard-earned saliva.

He forcefully pulled his right wrist, until it felt quite hot and flushed his wrist.

“My hands... My hands...!”.

CRATES

“ARRRGGGHH!!”

The tip of the pen pointed into his eyes, piercing his eyeball before he had a chance to close his eyes. Fresh blood began to flow, soaking his cheeks as well as his hands. Unable to bear the pain, he pulled the forced right hand from his eyes, then held the one with his hand.

“Akhh... Akkkkhh!”

While the eyes on the other side drained blood, the eyes on the other side still had time to look at horror towards his right hand that was covered in blood. For this time alone, it felt like his hand could be restrained.

Again, for a moment his hand could be restrained, suddenly the hand moved again, this time heading towards the right cutter on the table.

“Ap' HEGH!!” before he could say, his right hand which was holding the cutter was heading again towards his neck, this time leaving a long scratch near his neck veins. His breath was breathless, this time lucky his life because his left hand was able to stop the other hand, although it had to temporarily ignore the eye with the drop of blood.

‘AHS causes the sufferer to often hurt themselves'’

Suddenly flashed through his brain, a line of words he had read this afternoon. AHS..Why these symptoms are similar to his hands now'

… Don't-don't, his hand'

CRASSSH

Blood flowed, accompanied by several splashes of blood from his neck. Apparently, the cutter had stabbed in his neck, making him who was still aware of what AHS actually means, suddenly drooped limp and with a collapsed head on his desk.

With the right hand holding the cutter, automatically his head that hit the hand immediately made the cutter penetrate to the back of his neck.

His eyes twitched, until finally his vision suddenly turned black. It was dark. Still with that cutter-pierced neck, he felt his life begin to end in this second.

Oh, ja.

He just remembered that in this house, he only lived alone.

A little note here:

AHS it really exists, although the effect about ‘harming yourself’ is not as severe as in this short story.