SPIRITS

Episode 6

Jounatan's eyes were still giddy, he glanced at the white digital clock beside his bed. The number shows at 00:23:52 AM. His eyes were sore, he was very sleepy, but strangely could not sleep even though he had closed his eyes several times. Thought floated. He remembered what Leo said this afternoon; nay likes you. And that made Jou smile. Inside his chest was a flower that was expanding.

Jou recalls his first encounter with Nay. Da lam Jou's life, the moment became the sweetest and unforgettable part. Actually, it was a ridiculous occurrence, and every time it was remembered, Jou would smile to himself.

The first day of the New Student Orientation Period at Victoria High School, Jou arrives late because Papa's old car breaks down on the road. True, Jou wanted to go alone, ride Kopaja with Leo, but Papa insisted on dropping off because it was Jou's first day at the new school. It turns out Jou is fucking. He had to rong the car almost a kilo away before Papa found the repair shop.

Finally, Jou did ride Kopaja because Papa asked his soul to leave immediately before it was too late. But the bad luck has not stopped. When he got off Kopaja right in front of the school gate, the security guard was locking the fence. As per the rules at Victoria High School it is like that, if it is five minutes late after the bell rings, it means that it will not be able to get into school, except to solve all the problems in front of BP teachers. But Jou is not alone. Appears a haired girl in a small cir with a string of hair decorated with colorful candy, which makes a noise. Jou gawked for a few seconds when he saw the chick climbing up the gate trellis. His reckless actions made the security guard a crime.

Consciousness invaded Jou as she screamed and asked him to climb. Seeing the girl's behavior, the security guard gave up and opened the gate for them. Jou smiled remembering the funny incident that made her familiar with Nay.

Nayla Silvia's.

Nay's face was clearly reflected in Jou's mind. The thing that Jou liked most about the girl was the shape of her round eyes. Unlike the narrow-eyed Jou. In addition, Jou likes the style of Nay that ceplasceplos. Nay is not like a big girl whose hobby is grooming and jaim when in front of a guy. Nay is always what it is.

But, a week after the MOS ended, when Leo confessed to Jou that he liked Nay, Jou immediately accepted his own feelings. Since long ago, he never wanted to compete in love affairs with his best friend. Friendship is always number one.

Not knowing why, every time Leo remembered and his terpen feelings to Nay, Jou's chest was always tight. He seems to have trouble breathing. But he never had a choice.

Jou inhaled a breath, trying to make his chest come back relieved. The clock again. 00:23:52 AM. Jou frowned.

I think it was that hour too. Dead clock?

He grabbed that rectangular weker. The two-point separator of his hour, minute, and second figures continued to flicker. Signs that the clock is still working. Surprisingly, the red numbers did not change at all. Let alone the clock pointer, the number of seconds does not even change. Stay at 52.

Jou pulled out the blanket. He sat on the edge of the bed. He's got that clock. When his hand was about to pull the battery cover, there was a wind blowing on his nape. He hastily looked. There is no one ready.

He looked around the room. The window curtains fluttered slightly. It was not because of the wind from the fan, because the fan had turned off Jou while preparing to sleep. He got off the bed and walked to the window.

I felt like I had a window.

As he was about to pull the window, his hand came to a halt. He accidentally saw someone sitting on a swing. But when Jou blinked and looked once more, the figure was already gone. Jou pushed the shutters wider, wanting to see if the figure he saw was really there. Circulated his view and all that was seen was a deserted page. It's just that the iron swing is indeed ringing. His squeaking voice sounded loud. But Jou was sure the swing was blown by the wind. He immediately locked the window, then turned back to the bed. The dimly lit room makes the red figure on the alarm clock look bright. That number remains as it was.

I think it's broken.

Jou tucked into his Spider-Man blanket. He turned towards the wall of the room. Then choked. His eyes bulged and his mouth could not make a sound.

In front of his face. Only a few inches away, terampang a pale face with eyes closed. Jan tung Jou was pounding.

Since when was there a stranger in his bed.

Jou extended his trembling index finger to that face. His life felt uprooted as his closed eyes widened, looking at him sharply with reddened eyeballs. He hurriedly pulled his hand and turned to get off the bed. But Jou's steps came to a halt when the figure was already standing in front of the door. This time he could see it clearly, the figure had long hair and was wearing a yellow T-shirt that read Nirvana. What made Jou's knees tremble was that the figure was covered in blood. The red fishy liquid dripped down from the tip of his fingers and clothes, soaking the floor of Jou's room with white ceramics. Jou slumped back and ba and he got stymied by the bed.

Before Jou could even think of finding a way out, it was not only that the figure was already standing in front of him. A few inches distance. And Jou choked when the blood-stained hand had already strangled his neck very strongly.

Jou held onto the figure's wrist. Skin's cold. Jou coughed. Her eyes hurt. It was as if there were thousands of veins breaking and exploding within his head and eyeballs. He reached for air. Trying to remove the strangulation, but the grip of the pale man was so strong. Jou kicking. He fell and rolled on the bed. The man crushed him. Na mun Jou still has not given up. The uraturat was already on his face. Before his consciousness was gone, Jou kicked the pretentious so. Right about his stomach. Check it out regardless.

Jou awakens. Breath hunting. He tried to fill his chest with as much oxygen as he could. He looked to the left. The room is still sullen. He was sitting on the bed with sheets, pillows, and bolsters strewn about, as if there had just been a terrible fight.

Smoky clothes. Bedragglade.

Jou shook his head. Brushed kudukannya. He remembers something. Natali said this afternoon about a figure who was swinging under a mango tree. Jou looked for his sandals then walked towards the door of the room. He felt thirsty after waking up with that nightmare that felt so real.

When Jou disappeared outside the room door, a few drops of red water fell from the ceiling. Tetestetes smelling fishy it digenai the former sandal palm.

“Hei, early in the morning already sleepy aja lu.”

Jounatan was stunned, he almost fell because Leo grabbed the arm that supported his face. Jou straightened his back. His eyes felt stifling, as if there was dust in them.

“Lack of sleep?” Leo again whispered while hearing the rambling of Bu Diandra who will close their Physics class. “Or can't sleep because of disturbed ghosts?”

Jou slightly flinched, reflexively he turned his head towards Leo who looked relaxed. It took a few seconds for Jou to realize that Leo just happened to guess and was right. Leo the maniac horror story, so it's natural that his best friend thought Jou was lacking sleep because of subtle creatures.

“Gue want to wash your face first.” Jou stood up from his seat as the sound of the class children echoed in Bu Diandra's greeting. The minus-glasses teacher had already stepped towards the classroom door.

Jou was glued for a few seconds in front of the second-floor student toilet door. His hand that was preparing to push the door was now frozen in the air. He recalled the incident more than a week ago, when he urinated here and the bathroom door slammed open without anyone but himself.

Once upon a time, there was a sister of our level who committed suicide in this toilet. Chick. Said she was pregnant. Uh, some say he hanged himself for being bullied.

Jou remembers the story of Leo when they had just moved up to XI class, six months ago.

Ouch, crazy. I'm getting into the Leo story.

Jou pushed open the toilet door and stared at the open door of the restroom. Silent. There were not many XI class students

I want to use this toilet. Jou brushed off his feelings and headed for the sink, but he was petrified when the toilet lamp went out. Sayup, he heard the sound of people crying. The feathers also bristled. He quickly washed his face as he had not yet returned to class.

Jounatan actually felt this was very ridiculous. He actually never believed in ghosts, curious spirits, and his people. But Leo's story, strange apparitions, and nightmares that terrorize him have forced Jou to search for a ‘truth’.

“So really, Mang, there's never been a suicidal girl in that second-floor toilet?” Jou reassured again that Mang Kirman had told him the truth. At his knowledge, Mang Kirman has been an OB at this school since twenty years ago. “I get bothered by something every time I go there, Mang.”

“Serious, Den.” Mang Kirman raised his index and middle fingers. “Mamang speaking real. No schoolgirls kill themselves garagara bunting. Boong the mah.”

“Continue, the sound of crying and laughing of a girl how many times have I heard there from where it came from, Mang?” Jou shakes himself. Is it the spirit of Budi Lupus who followed him to the sekolah? That's if Leo's story is true. “I ngalamin myself, Mang. Dead toilet lights, spilled trash boxes, goosebumps.”

“Ah, Den Jou dijaili time.” Mang Kirman mengerkan yellow teeth that snorted tobacco. Jou shakes his head.

“Ngak, Mang. I went to the toilet in quiet, in study hours. Toilets are not widely used. Yes, because the story of se rem circulating it.”

Mang Kirman looked at Jou deeply, as if diving into Jou's honesty. He then sighed, slowly but sounding heavy.

“If it is like that, like Den Jou followed by ghosts from other tem pat. Sorry yes, Mamang can be a little bit see the thing. At school we are safe. So he's a ghost from outside the school. If indeed Den Jou story is honest.”

May Leo be right about the spirit of Budi Lupus in the Lipstick Discotek?

The feathers of Jou stood upright, like the spines of a hedgehog who felt the vibration of the existence of other creatures.