SPIRIT AND DEATH

LOCKED

"Please ... please .. please .. please .. please .. please .. please .. please .. please .. please .. please .. please .. please .. please .. please ... please ... please .... "

My voice seemed to echo and bounce very strongly in this bathroom, so I felt my voice fill my own ear hole and it made me very tormented. So I decided to stop my screaming.

I tried to understand the situation while adjusting my breathing to be more stable. What the hell happened to me? Who wants to hurt me. I have to look back to find out. Actually I was very worried about facing backwards but as if I had no other choice and I ventured to do it.

"One, two, three" I said in a vague tone of voice.

I counted in my heart and was real as I gathered my courage before actually seeing something that might be very creepy that was working on me right now.

But all beyond my expectations. When I was facing back, I saw nothing, I didn't get anyone, and to me everything seemed as normal as when I first entered this bathroom. I looked around me very carefully and observantly. Right now I feel like the situation is completely normal and under control.

Not looking for trouble, I thought about getting out of this place because it was so unpleasant with various sharp scents that it pierced into my life, plus the uncomfortable feeling and the overwhelming fear.

But when I reached the door and my hand touched the handle, I again felt something hanging not far from my head. Curious, I quickly turned to him.

"Aaaak .. aaaakkk .. aaaak .. aaaak .. aaaak .. aaaak .. aaaak .. aaaakkk ... aaaakkk .... "

I screamed spontaneously without a plan.

It turned out that the creature was right behind me and as I flipped over the body, the, it felt like my face was very close to his and I could smell the smell of fishy white slime water coming out of his mouth in no small amount.

While moving backwards a few steps, I shouted and opened my eyes wide to make sure that the creature was within a long distance and not too close to me. I don't really know if it's useful or not for me.

As her eyes opened wide and stared intently at me, I again cried out hysterically. I opened my mouth wide and pressed my stomach very tightly, so that I could make my strongest voice for a purpose, that there was someone out there who listened to my terrified screams and immediately helped me.

But I didn't expect, at the same time I saw and felt something long in white enter my mouth. It seemed to fill/clog all parts of my mouth up to my throat.

By the time it happened, I could feel something, that was, there was a fiber created in my mouth and I was pretty sure that this was a cloth.

In addition, it also smelled a very distinctive aroma and it made me even more frightened. My tears dripped without me noticing and the sound of my screams disappeared instantly, as the cloth filled my mouth and neatly clogged it, so there was no longer any gap for me to make a sound let alone shout.

At the same time I felt a tremendous pain in my throat. Like being forced to swallow something very large, heavy, fibrous, and hard. It makes me so tormented that I even feel like I'm almost dead.

Not only that, when the cloth was in my hand, the, I could only feel confident that this cloth was a shroud with a distinctive scent of death that I used to smell on the corpses to be buried.

The shroud was completely removed from my mouth. Immediately, I re-adjusted my breath until I almost sat down limp. There is no time to complain! or crying. Quickly, I ran towards the outside door.

But at the same time, a long lump of brownish-black, dusty hair, like dreadlocks wrapped around my right leg firmly. Then quickly the hair pulled my legs until my body slammed backwards.

I screamed back while trying to hang on to some iron stuck on the side of the bathroom that I thought was strong. About 5 minutes passed, between my defense and the pull of the hair, I felt my hands getting weaker and more helpless.

I looked at my feet and saw a hairline that was very strongly pulling my right leg. I was very surprised when I saw that the origin of the hair was the closet hole where I threw away my little shit before. How come? I asked in my heart while continuing to strengthen my grip on the iron that was around me.

Before long, he saw a hand with fingers that were white, lentic, long, but many wounds and blood in the hole of the toilet and I was sure it was a woman's hand.

"No, don't hurt me! I'm innocent and I'm not your enemy" I began to fear, but the mysterious creature that was there seemed to be getting more and more happy, seen from the fingers of the creepy hand dancing and playing with agility.

The hand seemed to help the dreadlocks pull my body into the hole of the toilet immediately. I don't want to die in this state! I have to hold on! Say another side of my heart, in the deepest hole of my soul to pump the spirit inside me to be even stronger this time.

"Humans are the most perfect creatures and I'm not afraid of you" I shouted with strong emotion as I continued to stare at the source of the hair and held on tight.

"You are only the devil who dares to hide behind the darkness. Come out and face me! With the power of light, I will destroy you. " My cry was full of confidence without knowing the meaning of any of my words.

Suddenly the hair and hands disappeared like nothing had happened and it made me a little relieved even though I was still in a state enveloped by a tremendous fear.

Without wasting any time and thinking long, I immediately walked to get out of this bathroom space. But by the time I lowered the doorknob, the door couldn't be opened. As if it was sticky by something or indeed locked from the outside.

"No. "" I shouted as I continued to flail through the door from inside.

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