"You're too harsh, Iz," Fakhrul said in an admonished tone. He felt slight pity looking at the girl's disappointed expression every time Izzat brushed her aside. "You ignore Thalia in the class, refused to answer her inquiry and disappeared like a ninja as soon as the class ended."Both are on their way to the cafeteria for recess after spending three hours in a boring yet thrilling and restless class of the most fierce lecturer in Astana Bintang, Professor Amna Husna. "Why should I be the seeker of your ridiculous hide and seek with her?""You can rest alone. I never ask you to accompany me." Izzat casually replied.I bet you're wondering who is this Amna Husna? Let me explain it here.Amna Husna is a beautiful name that befits a pretty person. Amna is for peacefulness, and Husna is for beauty. The name itself is the epitome of gracefulness.Although the reality is, she is not a calm person, and her personality is far from that. She is a time-tick

"Thalia, help us, Please!" Thalia jolted away from her sleep. She had a brief nightmare about her missing friends. Thalia released a heavy sigh. She is sweating profusely, and her mind is experiencing sudden blankness. Thalia dumbly stared at her surrounding. Rather than sleeping on the bed, she lay on the floor without a blanket. And, her room is a mess! Thalia looks for her alarm clock. Her keen eyes stared at the round, black clock on the small drawer beside her bed. 7.30 am. Her class will start at 11.00 am. She still has enough time to fool around. She saw red black spots scattered everywhere on her floor and walls. That's must be Johnny's rotten blood. She scrunched her nose in displeasure while remembering her fresh encounter with the ghost. Luckily, the awful odor had dispersed, or she might have to wash, scrub and clean her room thoroughly. Which will spark curiosity in her housemate's hearts, and then, they will start asking her question after question. She might l

(A/N : Beware. Disturbing description ahead.)   The moon is shyly hiding behind the cloudy cloud. The atmosphere is chilly and breezy. Silence and tranquility shrouded the area as the clock hit the number three in the morning. Only the singing of the lively crickets heard from the nearby bushes. The Jupiter building is desolate from any loitering human as the students were sleeping soundly in their house, snuggling to their own thick and fluffy blanket.   This night is as dark and starless as the previous night. Yet, only for today, which coincidentally falls on the night of Friday from all days in the week, has brought shivers down on everyone's spines with its eerie and creepy surrounding.    The older people from the past called this night-Jumaat Keliwon.    They believed, during this night, evil spirits eagerly searched for victims either to play around or to prey on them. And their blo

Khairul, with a blank expression, stood in the middle of nowhere. The elevator stopped on the ground floor. Instead of familiar surroundings, he is greeted by dark, deserted underground parking lots. There's nothing here except pitch-black darkness and a wide space area. There's no car or any vehicle.   The place is illuminated by fluorescent lamps that sometimes flickered in and out as if this building lacked electrical energy.   It is not a weird occurrence. Since it is a deserted place, devoid of any living human, of course, electricity is sacred energy. Do ghosts use electricity? For what reason?   Firstly, where is this? Which abandoned building was he stranded on? Can he go back? Is someone out there? I need to leave this creepy place this instant. Please, anyone. Khairul is desperately pleading in his heart. He is going to get crazy. He wanted to shout out and yell for help. However, he is afraid of suffering the