The Figure In My Bed

Chapter 8 The horrible figure

The things in the room were all scattered on the floor. I'm sure if this must be the work of Lintang and his two friends. Those who made it all messy.

And now I have to clean it all up. I will make a calculation with them. Considering that the day has picked up the night, things will get darker if I don't clean it up right away.

Some of my books were thrown under the bed, so I had enough trouble picking them up. Like a bed so dark, I need a flashlight to find things that might be thrown there. Unfortunately I don't have that thing to help my vision look down there.

Some of the books lying there have been saved back to their original place. I crouched down fumbling under the bed, knowing there was still stuff left under there. Whether it's a ballpoint pen, an eraser or some other small object.

Tap tap tap

My hand felt on the cold floor under the bed. Instantly I scrunched my forehead as my hand touched the sticky liquid. Immediately I took my hand away from there, thinking that what I touched earlier was lizard or rat shit. 

But how surprised I was when I saw my fingers filled with thick liquid red and smelled of fishy carnation. Both my eyeballs are perfectly rounded, as if they want to get out of place, the heart starts pumping faster, the roar of breath is irregular.

Not until there, this thicket heard the sound of fingers scratching the floor. It sounded painful but it pushed me to look down there.

The fear of ambush and also the curiosity that comes simultaneously. Courage that remained only a little bit riveted me to tilt my head to peek at what sound was under the wooden bed.

Instantly I saw a terrifying figure emerge from behind that black floor. The figure crawled towards me, until I immediately shuffled back. The sweat began to flood the temple, it felt like screaming but something seemed to block the throat until it was stuck, even to just swallow saliva was difficult. 

I kept inching backwards but the owner of the long, pointed fingers continued to crawl forward while clawing at the black floor and moving stiffly. Maybe I couldn't see clearly the figure's face because it was covered by her hair that was textured like a wijuk, but I could imagine how horrible the face behind the hair was.

Vaaogb. Now that my body is stuck to the wall, I can't go anywhere anymore. While the creature was close.

"Go! Get out of front of me!" I shook my hand intending to chase away the monstrous creature.

Taps!

This body flinched when it found a pat on the shoulder.

"Mutias! Why are you sitting here?" The voice of a very familiar person was heard in the ears. 

I slowly raised my face, reassuring that the one who spoke just now was Arsy.

"Thanks!" My breath was wheezing, then my eyes looked ahead to where the terrible figure had been.

The figure just disappeared, it seemed like he was gone when Arsy came. My feeling began to be relieved, I struggled to swallow the saliva that had been held back earlier.

"Why you?" asked Arsy to break my daydream.

"It's okay." Immediately I got up from my seat, patting my clothes that were probably dirty in the dust of the floor.

I saw my finger, no more red liquid. My hands were clean, even the most shocking. The condition of this room was neatly arranged, but it was clearly a mess and I had not had time to clean everything up. But why are all those things in their own places and still so neat? It is impossible if the inanimate object moves and is stored by itself. Really weird! It's impossible if I dream, isn't it?