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I always know they are real.
If you listen closely, you can hear them. Whispering with the coldest voice that makes you shiver.
Sometimes they just want to be listened, but some again a bit… sinister.
At first, they wanted to be your friend, but don’t fall on their trick. They want more. 
They want your soul… and also your beloved one.
They will never let you go once they’ve got you. No escape. They will come to you, trying to drag you down with them. To the deepest pit of the rotten red sea.
Block your ears, close your eyes.
Think about anything, quick!
Don’t let them know you can hear them. 
Oh, no… no…
That one will come… It’s coming… Closer… I can hear them… It’s too late, too late…
No…
Help me!
Please, somebody!
HELP ME!
The door slammed open with a loud bang. Two men in white attire grab me from both sides as I try to escape.
No, please, you don’t understand! Please, let me out of here! It’s coming! It wants to k-kill me! No, please save me!
I’m trying to explain when they tied me up. Another man in white come closer I don’t know what they do to me as my focus is locked on their back. 
That thing is standing behind them.
Wa…tch…. O… 
I try to tell them to be careful of that thing, but I can’t. I feel so sleepy.
As my consciousness fading, that blurry afterimage of black people smiling wickedly was the last thing I see before I swallowed by the darkness itself.

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Hide

I’m not the kind of person that easily surprised with anything anymore. My life’s lost its sparks a long time ago. But this news I heard straight from your mouth shook me up to the core.
I want to confess, you said.
You came to my house at 1 AM. I know you know my sleep schedule so well and I also used to call you around that time.
Come in, I said. Your face looks paler than ever. Have you eaten? You look so pale. Are you okay? I’m getting worried.
You sit on my sofa, still silent. I go to the kitchen to make you some hot tea.
Here, maybe it could help, I give you the cup and sitting beside you.
I heard you said thanks in a very small voice.
There’s a bit cold silence. I never feel like this when I have been around you since the day one I know you but today.
I killed her.
Kill what?
I killed her… I threw her body into the sea… Three days ago…
Wait… Wait… You what?
You just look at me with that weary expression. No words. You know I heard it well and just don’t know how to react.
You… killed her…?
You nod.
Why?
You sip the tea before answering. It’s over between us. I couldn’t help her anymore, and I thought this was the best way for us to… end this. I don’t want to be egoist to said that I’m tired, both of us tired but… She hides it from me. No, she didn’t hide it, she’d lie to me… I’m sorry I never really talk about this with you. You know, I just didn’t want to make you worry…
But what if anyone suspicious?
No, nobody will. She isolated herself since consuming those drugs and nobody ever cared for her…
And… what do you want me to do now?
You sigh. Nothing. I just want to confess.
Are you wanted to turn yourself to the police?
No. And I hope you won’t report me. Just play dumb if someone ever asks though I doubt it…
I understand. I’ll keep this to the grave.
You finally smile. I know I can count on you. Please don’t tell anyone includes The Twins. I’ll tell them when I feel I need to and I’ll tell you soon if I told them so you won’t feel burdened too long. So far, only you and Val that knew this. I’m sorry but I trust you.
How many secrets have we shared and how many secrets we’ve kept to ourselves?
Don’t worry. Stay here tonight, I’ll accompany you until you feel better.
Thanks.
I don’t know if I did the right thing or not but I just want you to know I will always on your back.

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Lullaby

Sleep, sleep my sweet baby.
Sway, sway, sway away from those tears of yesterday.
Let it fly with the night wind.
Far, far away to the dark north sky full of cold stars and a blue moon.
Close your eyes and listen to these old melodies.
Swing, swing little baby.
Let’s wear a beautiful dress tomorrow and go outside.
Eating strawberry ice cream and sweet apple candy.
Running in the field while the wind gently brushes your silky hair.
The bright azure sky and the golden daffodils.
Laugh your heart out.
Dancing and laughing until the sun sets.
And when you tired, let mommy hug you back to your bed.
Hush, hush mosquitos won’t bite you.
Sleep, sleep little darling.
Don’t worry, mom is here.
Let’s be together forever…

Oh, you’re laughing.
No, you should be sleeping, little baby.
Sleep, sleep so mommy won’t be worried.
Close your eyes, it’s time to sleep.
You will have a lot of time tomorrow to laugh again.
Good, little baby.
See you again tomorrow’s night.

I want to go to check my baby but I’m too afraid.
That familiar old song that used to be my favorite lullaby as a baby.
Sung by my late mother for her grandchild.
I guess the baby is sleeping now.

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Hand

I don’t know why but currently every time I experienced a lucid dream, my left eye always covered by a black hand. I mean like always. 
Why is that hand only covered my left eye?
Whose hand is that?
What does that hand want exactly?
I don’t understand.
in my dream, I tried so hard to remove that hand from my head. But that hand kinda had some sort of will power and not easy to be removed.
As far as I remember, that black hand appeared in my dream for 4 times. I didn’t remember any particular events before that black hand appears in my dream so I couldn’t anticipate it. That’s why I found it weird. 
In what kind of occasion that black hand would appear?
Will that black hand appear again someday?
I don’t know. I hope not. Because experiencing a lucid dream is tiring. You would never feel fresh after wake up and that scene would linger for a long time in your head. Long enough to create a journal based on it as I did here.
I never heard anyone near me experiencing this kind of thing. But I guess, it’s still possible that someone somewhere would have the same nightmare as I did.
Or maybe, that black hand will come to you tonight.

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Dream

Lately, I’ve been seeing the same dream. 
Like any other dreams, I tend to forget the beginning of my dream but at some point, this scene was really vivid and I can’t help remembering it even after I wake up.
I was going to sleep in my late granny’s room at my uncle’s house. Regardless how many people’s talking (or just appearing) outside the room or no matter what the circumstances were, I would end up alone in that room and the room was always dark with dim light from the closed curtains. 
I tried sleeping in that room. But I could never sleep. Because there’s always this thing, I don’t know how to describe it, whether it’s human or not even though that presence always looks like a woman with very long hair. 
When I was laying in the bed, that thing would be beside me and sticking out that face to my face. No, I don’t want to describe it face, but, yes, it’s not a pleasant one. That thing was always tried to disturb my sleep, and I would be trying to repel that thing, reciting all the prayers I know and ended up gasping for breath. I woke up and tried to call my mum, but she wouldn’t come. This was when I realized I’m still inside the dream. 
Fortunately, I managed to wake up though I would be so damn tired. 
It’s been so long since the last time I go to that room. That room is used by my cousin now. I don’t know if he ever feels any negative presence there, but if yes, probably he wouldn’t want to talk about it anyway.

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