The Figure In My Bed

Chapter 5 Figure

The sound of water gurgling from the tap seemed to drive my consciousness back. In addition, someone seemed to splash a little water on my face until I woke up. Slowly open your eyes, twitching to adjust to the light of the lamp hanging above.

Holy hooch! I only realized that I was still in the bathroom. The pores all over the body have started to stand due to the ambush cold. I don't know how long I was unconscious, it seems to be quite a long time because the blood on my forehead seems to start to dry up.

The head still hurts, but I try to get up while holding the balance of the body on the door.

My consciousness had not fully recovered, but there were some events that I remembered before I was finally here alone. There are some people who tried to lock me in the dormitory toilet, I hope that now the toilet door can be opened.

I grabbed the doorknob and tried to open it. Thankfully, the door was no longer locked from the outside. It seemed like Lintang and his two other friends had already unlocked the door when I fell unconscious.

I walked out of the bathroom and walked down the long hallway to my room.

While continuing to hold on to the wall to get to the destination, dizziness made me walk more slowly.

But finally my steps arrived at the door of the room. Hurry to open the door, walking away.

The deg!

I just opened it when my net caught something. Someone was sitting on the edge of my bed. Who her?

The figure of the girl I'm dating is still the same age as me, wearing a special uniform from this school. He sat down with his face covered by his long hair, so I could not see his face.

The dim room light suddenly just blinked the flame dead, making the entire body tremble, the nape was bristling, as the gust of wind from inside the room hit my face. A cold that feels strange when it touches the skin.

The gust of wind made me close my eyes for a while and then open it again. The lights turned back on even though it was not so bright, but I was surprised by the figure of the girl who disappeared immediately as if leaving with the wind earlier.

I rubbed my eyes, making sure my eyesight seemed to be getting disturbed. But the figure completely disappeared from sight, when clearly I saw it.

Where's she?

Did I see wrong?

Yeah, maybe I saw it wrong. It could be that I was just hallucinating earlier because my consciousness might not have returned completely until various illusions were created and as if they were real.

Don't want to bother, immediately I go in and close the room door. Sit on the edge of the bed while reaching for a small mirror on the nightstand next to the bed.

I put a mirror next to where I was sitting. Opening the nightstand drawer and removing the wet wipes, intending to clear the dried blood from my face.

After getting the wet wipes, I took back the mirror with my hands fumbling on the bed.

Instantly I gasped in shock when I could not find the mirror that I had clearly kept not far from where I was sitting.

I looked down a little looking for a square-shaped mirror that was not too big.

A little awkward when looking at the mirror was shifting from where it should be. Why was the mirror suddenly at the other end of the bed attached to the wall of the room?

Ah, already! The mirror is still there.

I took the mirror and started cleaning the dried blood with a wet tissue.

It was a little difficult and painful, especially when the wet wipes accidentally hit the wound on my forehead. Tomorrow I'll ask for a p3k box to drip an antiseptic on my wound. It's night, people must be sleeping. So I better wait till tomorrow, while I just clean this wound on my face.

While busy rubbing the temple suddenly I caught something from inside my mirror.

There was a black shadow right behind me, I could catch from the reflection of the mirror I was currently holding.

Spontaneously I looked back. But there was no one there, other than the walls of the room. My heart started racing faster than before. The mirror I was holding was now on top of the thigh, slowly I lifted the mirror again intending to clean the wound on the face again.

This hand was already trembling as it lifted the square mirror and directed its reflection towards my face.

A little relieved when I did not see again the black shadow figure I caught was very similar to the figure of the girl I had seen before. His face was covered with long hair, so I couldn't see it clearly.

I labored to swallow the saliva, then returned to neutralize the roar of breath that had hunted.

Quickly I clean my wound, deliberately mirror I close with the face so that no empty part will show the back there.

Once enough is felt, I immediately keep a mirror and wet tissue on the nightstand. Then raise your legs on the bed and pull the blanket over your entire body to your neck.

I don't know why it feels so bad. The figures I had seen before seemed so real. But still I tried to deny it, I thought it was just a hallucination. Yes, I believe this is only due to the influence of my consciousness that has not fully recovered until the illusion can occur. I've never seen these kinds of gaffes before, so I'm sure if it was really my illusion, it couldn't have been real.