#horrorshortstory (Episode 3 - Halloween Edition)

Nope, I'm not celebrating Halloween. There's no such thing in my country. But, I'm always excited about this because I'm a horror fan.

It's been a LONG time (2 years!) since I posted the latest #horrorshortstory. Why uses hashtag? I don't know, maybe because those posts first came from my tweets, then I turned them into blog posts. This time, I didn't tweet about #horrorshortstory on my Twitter. Funny story actually. Today -- Thursday, October 31 2013, is Halloween day. And tomorrow is Friday, also known as "Studio Day" for us the 3rd semester Architecture students. So, I write this episode of #horrorshortstory directly to this blog because I have so many drawing tasks to done.
Funny... or horror?

Anyway, let's enjoy this.

• *knock knock* "Trick or treat!" | *opens door* "Go away or your head is gonna be my next Jack-o'-lantern."
• "Mom, look at that balloon! It looks like Daddy's head!" | And so the Mom finally knows why her husband didn't come home last night.
• *at a Halloween party* "I saw a beautiful chick dressed as a ghost lady whose body was bloody and perforated this big!" | "You realize that our school's Halloween theme this year is superheroes right?"
• "Who's that guy dressing as Wolverine?" | "It's not Wolverine, it's Freddy Krueger. And it's Freddy himself. And he's coming our way... RUN!!!"
• *fixing the car machine* "Ah, this is depressing. Dude, give me a hand." | That dude does what he's told. Meanwhile, on the other side of the road, a guy is screaming. He loses a hand.
• *in the car* "Whoa, that's a creepy laugh. May I change the radio station?" | "Uh... The radio is broken for months..."
• *a car hits something, the driver gets out* "Oh, God, what did I hit?" | "I think you just found my head, Sir, thank you."
• "Daddy, look! It's a cool motorcycle!" | "Honey, we're driving on a highway..."
• The amount of the sculptures in that old man's house increase as more missing person's fliers are distributed to the whole town.
• Going to a Halloween party alone. Everyone keeps admiring my wig, as no one dares to wear Sadako's costume. Wait. I'm pretty sure I dress as a witch.

It's too short, I know. And maybe it's not scary. I'm sorry, but I have to get back to my tasks and the movie Thor that I'm watching right now :p

Have a freaky Halloween, people! Watch out for Michael Myers.

Self-made Comic "Will & Harry: Modern Corpses"

Actually, I made this comic about 2 months ago for English task. I just have nothing to do now so I want to share this comic to you. I'm not really a good comic writer and story maker but enjoy it anyway :P

It's called Will & Harry: Modern Corpses.

Click to enlarge

#horrorshortstory (Episode 2 - Hospital Edition)

Just like what I said in my previous post, I'll tell you about the 2nd episode of #horrorshortstory, which I created last night (about 5 - 8 pm @ my Twitter -- if you tuned in at the time, you'd see my tweets). I was visiting my aunt who had a gallbladder disease (kalau nggak salah denger) at Omni International Hospital. Suddenly these ideas about making some horror story just popped up. Enjoy :)

• "I had an accident and was brought to the hospital. They placed me in 1st class room. They said I was placed alone in that room, but... (this is my first #horrorshortstory tweet and wasn't enough for one tweet. Ghifari thought that I really had an accident, LOL) ...I heard two people talking from the bed beside mine every night." #horrorshortstory

• "Nurse, I was talking to a girl named Lily last night. Do u know her?" |  "Lily?! She's just passed away 2 days ago!" #horrorshortstory

• "Excuse me, I want to visit my friend. He's staying in room 403." | "I'm sorry. We don't have 4th floor here." #horrorshortstory

• When you get into the elevator, the elevator lamp blinks at number 5. As far as you know, this is the 3-story hospital. #horrorshortstory

• "Nurse, is there any injured nurse here?" | "No. Why?" | "I saw one of you last night. She dragged herself in the floor." #horrorshortstory

• "Hi, I'm Hannah from room 312. You?" | "I'm Tessa from that room." | "What room?" | "That one." (pointing at Mortuary) #horrorshortstory

• A: I heard some noises from the Mortuary... | B: Maybe the corpses are partying! Hahaha | C: No, we're playing cards. #horrorshortstory

• "Krik... Krik..." | "W-who's there?!" | "Me." | "Oh God! I thought you were ghost!" | "I am." (he's flying) #horrorshortstory

• "The maximum people of elevator is 7. There are 5 of us inside, but the alarm beeps suddenly." #horrorshortstory

• "Dad, you're so mean! You left me alone in the waiting room!" | "Alone? I saw another girl there, that's why I left you!" #horrorshortstory

• "Mummy!" | "Yes, sweety?" | "Not 'mommy' but MUMMY! There! Behind you!" | "It's just a doll, sweety" (the mummy's walking) #horrorshortstory

• "You're not going anywhere last night?" | "How could I? I broke my leg!" | "But I saw you walking around the cafetaria..." #horrorshortstory

• "There must be something wrong. I signed in for 1 person." | "But the doctor was sure that there were 2 girls in the room" #horrorshortstory

• (On the phone) "Thanks guys for the doll. She can sing and dance. Love it." | "Hmm... We didn't give you a doll." #horrorshortstory

• "I just met a cute little girl on the 2nd floor!" | "Dude, are you sure? Children's not allowed to enter that place." #horrorshortstory

• "The nurse just came in, checked my blood." | "No, sweetie, I'm the only nurse left in this floor." #horrorshortstory

• "Did you just call me?" | "No." | "Are you sure? This is room 209 right?" | "Yes. I'm alone here and I didn't call you." #horrorshortstory

• I saw a girl crying in front of the Mortuary. When I asked her what happened, she said "They haven't found my eyes yet." #horrorshortstory

• "Hey sist, would you help me?" | "Yes, what's that?" (turned around) | "Help me rearrange my face." #horrorshortstory

• "My roommate is really funny! He's always joking every time I feel alone!" | "Bro, you are in VIP room." #horrorshortstory

What do you think?
Maybe someday I'll make the longer version of these tweets, make it into a real short story. Hahaha.
I don't have any ideas for the next edition yet, but you might check my Twitter for updates. I always tweet the #horrorshortstory there :)

#horrorshortstory (Episode 1 - Blackout Edition)

About 1 and a half months ago, exactly on January 31st, my house got blackout. If you are my followers on Twitter, maybe you knew some of my tweets about horror story in blackout with #horrornight hashtag. Here are the tweets:

• I don't like using candle, because in some horror movies, candle is one of the reasons why we are afraid of the dark.
• Have you ever tried to flash your own room with flashlight or candle during the blackout? You might found something... #horrornight
• You found a clown doll moving by itself. You tell your Mom & surprisingly she says that there's no such thing in the house... #horrornight
• You go to the kitchen and see your Mom there. You go back and get a phone call from her, asking you to open the front door #horrornight
• The TV turns on by itself when you know that IT'S BLACKOUT #horrornight

It's not really creepy, right? Because my house in blackout isn't really creepy at all haha. Don't miss the next #horrorshortstory edition -- Hospital Edition!

(Off topic: Just watched Barcelona vs Arsenal, which Barca won, and Robin Van Persie got a red card!!! I'm okay about the Barca-wins-bla-bla-bla but not about the red card! *I'm a Van Persie fan, not really Arsenal's :)*)

Cerpen: EVERYTHING IS NOT WHAT IT SEEMS

“I saw that man again,” Katelyn approached me in my locker. “In the school gate.”

“The one whose head is bleeding?” I asked her as I closed my locker door.

“Yeah. But this time looks scarier,” She said. I know she was scared, but her face showed no fear. “Like he wanted to tell me something...”

“Kate, cut it out. You scared me,” I walked in front of her. “You know I hate those things.”

“Come on, Zoe. Your brother Zach collects horror movies and you scared of them?” She laughed.

Katelyn has been my friend since... forever. When everybody in this school avoiding her because her freakness, I wanted to befriend her. She’s a freak. She knows everything. I mean everything. Do you know the kid named Cole Sear and his famous words “I see dead people” in one of the famous horror movie? Well, Katelyn could be his sister—they both have something called the sixth sense.

Katelyn told me that she saw this man—by that I mean ghost—has been following her since two days ago. That man had a bloody head, bloody face... Ugh, I couldn’t even imagine it. It must be hard for her to avoid things like that. And I didn’t want it happened to me.

After school, Katelyn said she can’t go home with me because her father pick her up. I don’t mind going home alone but... what if the man that Katelyn saw this morning is standing right next to me? What if he followed me home? What if—well there are too many ‘what ifs’ that I can’t answer myself.

BRUUUK!!!

“Oh, God, I’m sorry—I’m sorry!” I hit a man and I was freaking out. I thought this man was that man... but it’s GRANT TURNER!!! I know my face was turning red now and my heart started beating like it wanted to break out the meats that covers it.

Grant was staring at me like I was the new girl in school—when actually we’re in the same class. And—just like I thought—he was just passing me like nothing happened. I’ve heard about Grant’s behavior to girls, and I think I was the first girl that didn’t get his smile.

So, I was standing across the street with this pitiful face, waiting for the light turns red. Meeting Grant and later abandoned by him was the most embarrassing experience in my lifetime. Katelyn got his smile two days ago and it made her forgot to do her Math homework. But got abandoned by the most popular person in school would make me forget to eat—even sleep.

The light turns red finally. I crossed the street while the car stopped. I saw Zach’s car passing by on the other street... with me inside.

Me. Myself. Inside the car.

Cerpen: HAAH...?!!

“Kita akan liburan ke Bali!!!”
 
Allia, Zidan, dan Ibu menoleh bersamaan ke asal suara. Rupanya itu Ayah, yang sedang berdiri di ambang pintu sambil mengangkat kedua tangannya tinggi-tinggi, dan tas kantornya dibiarkan tergeletak di lantai. Mereka bertiga melongo heran melihat Ayah sudah seperti Superman siap terbang.

“Ah, Ayah. Kalau lagi capek jangan bercanda deh,” timpal Allia sambil tertawa kecil. Ia menyeruput jus jeruk yang baru saja dibuatnya.

“Siapa yang bercanda? Ayah serius! Ayo bereskan barang-barang kalian, kita ke Ba—”

“Yah, please. Jangan sebut kata B-A-L-I lagi, itu bikin aku depresi,” potong Zidan. Tangannya menopang dagu, tanda kebosanannya sudah memuncak.

“Depresi?” Ayah mengernyitkan dahinya. Depresi apa pula ini?

“Sebaiknya Ayah istirahat dulu, biar nggak ngigau lagi,” Ibu ikut tertawa kecil. Dikiranya Ayah benar-benar bercanda.

Ayah menghela napas, capek ‘dituduh’ bercanda oleh istri dan anak-anaknya. Ia segera mengeluarkan sesuatu dari tas kantornya dan menunjukkannya pada mereka. “Kalau kalian kira Ayah bercanda, lalu ini apa?”

Zidan menghampiri Ayah. Matanya tertuju pada empat lembar kertas yang dipegang Ayah. “Ah, aaaah, TIKET KE BALI! BALIII!!!”

Melihat Zidan loncat-loncat kegirangan, Allia dan Ibu langsung menyerbu Ayah.

“YEEESS!!! Ayah nggak bercanda! Kita beneran ke Bali! Bali, Bali...” Allia meniru sebuah iklan yang sering ditayangkan di televisi saking senangnya.

Kantor Ayah tengah berada di puncak keemasannya. Sebagai hadiah karena telah bekerja dengan sangat baik, atasan Ayah memberi tiket plus akomodasi selama lima hari di Bali.

Allia dan Zidan langsung mengemasi barang-barang mereka. Mereka tak sabar menunggu hari esok, karena mereka belum pernah ke Bali sebelumnya. Jangankan ke Bali... kota sebatas Bandung saja belum pernah. Ayah tidak punya waktu untuk mengajak mereka berlibur.

Hari yang ditunggu-tunggu pun tiba. Allia dan Zidan berpakaian layaknya turis, lengkap dengan baju motif bunga-bunga, kacamata hitam dan topi rotan yang lebar. Ibu tidak setuju dengan pakaian mereka, karena ia merasa itu agak berlebihan. Tetapi apa mereka peduli? Mereka hanya ingin menyesuaikan pakaian dengan ciri khas Bali, agar suasana liburan lebih terasa.

“Oke, ayo kita berangkat! Jangan lupa baca doa yaa!” Ayah menjalankan mobil. Tetapi baru saja keluar dari garasi, ia segera menghentikan mobilnya. “Ah, Ayah lupa dompet! Sebentar ya, hehe...”

Ayah masuk ke rumah dan kembali dengan membawa dompetnya. “Oke, sekarang beneran baca doa yaa! Bismillahirrahmanirrahim...”

Mobil pun meninggalkan pekarangan rumah. Allia dan Zidan terlihat senang, sampai-sampai mereka berulang kali bertanya-tanya; bagaimana keadaan di Bali, seperti apa rupa orang-orang Bali, dan tentu saja rupa pantai-pantai indah di sana.

Tiba-tiba mobil berhenti lagi di depan kompleks perumahan.