The library is full of students since the first assessment week is just around the corner. The seniors already started on their assignment and group project.
In every corner of the library, groups of males and females alike are sitting in a circle. They were discussing and dividing their workloads.
Furthermore, today is Friday, the last day of the weekday. They would love to spend their time in relaxation rather than indulging in their never-ending assignment during the weekend. So, let's accept the last torturous day of weekday before moving on to the anticipated holiday.
And, the most important thing, the library's ambiance is calm and silent, so you can focus your attention simply on your work. With a chilling atmosphere and big close-up space, no noise pollution is guaranteed, and, voila, there is also a bakery/cafeteria in there.
Between spending your time in an overcrowded canteen or student mall that bustled with the noises of vehicles' engines and
Thalia's face turned as red as a ripe tomato when she saw Izzat enter the hall. She timidly hid behind the dumbfounded Maisarah. Her face is blushing, and the rosiness spreads to the tip of her earlobes.While Izzat is pretending that he didn't see Thalia-she is beaming with a hopeful expression. Never once did he glance at her despite the obvious disappointment on Thalia's face.He and Fakhrul just walked in front of their table and took seats that were a bit farther away from those girls.Fakhrul raised his eyebrows whereas, his lips were curving into a teasing smirk.With a glare, Izzat is warning Fakhrul with his body language. For him to not question his action as Thalia is still watching him with her eagle-like eyes.Izzat is shuddering. He felt his skin is crawled by something unpleasant and unconsciously rubbed his arms. A shiver is run up and down on his spine as he feels that one girl's passionate gazes intensify. A creepy stalker a
"Can you...can you also 'see them'?" She asked him in a hopeful tone.Both of them are staring at each other in silence. The time ticked by slowly, and it felt like an eternity had passed. Thalia suddenly snapped from her reverie.Izzat is leaning his body towards the wall with crossed arms. He amusedly eyed Thalia's reaction, his head tilted slightly. The girl seemed to realize an unimportant fact. That was the first time Izzat was reciprocating her intense gaze.Thalia quickly put a distance between the two of them and lowered her head in embarrassment. Her face reddened. The red color spread out to the tip of her ears and the back of her slender neck."What do you mean by that, Thalia? See what?" Rather than answering her question, Izzat pretended he didn't understand Thalia's inquiry."Those black and hazy mist that surrounds Lim's body this entire time. You saw them, right? Just like me."Izzat didn't deny nor agree with her accusation.
Lim gulped down his saliva. He is now standing in front of the toilet in level 2, Faculty of Business Management. The hallway is desolate of people, especially when approaching this place. This toilet is located at the end of the corridor and beside the emergency stairs. For some reason, the hair on his body is standing in awareness. He felt goosebumps are spreading out all over his body and a prickling feeling of uneasiness kept poking him. His right hand pushed the door after a minute of hesitation. From the slightly ajar door, he peeked inside. Look normal to him, he mentally said. "Hah, if not because I am lazy to use the stairs, I will never enter this toilet," Lim mumbled his words. "So creepy." Students rarely used this toilet as the only lecture hall that is currently in use are Lecture Hall 1 and 2. There is five lecture hall in every faculty building, and all the lecture halls are connected. They occupied from the first level to the third. Not all f
"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 never gives up her quest in ascertaining Lisa's whereabouts despite Izzat's stern warning. She tried many dangerous tricks only to summon her. Although, her guarantee to success plans are all miserably fail. Well, it's actually hard to convene Lisa as she knows who Thalia is, and rather than appearing in front of her, Lisa chooses to play hide and seek with Thalia. First and foremost, what did she do to summon Lisa? The first thing that flashes by her mind is The Spirit of the coin, of course! She prepared the kinds of stuff required for the game in secret, and when all her housemates drifted to the land of sleeping, that's when she executed her plan. She admits it. She is indeed a silly girl for attempting to do something as dangerous as this. Thalia desperately needs to know the whereabouts of her friends. They are her first friend, the ones who never judge her, condemn her, and never once do they look at her with contempt, like the others from her high scho
"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
This particular chapter I made in an attempt to introduce my characters to the readers. Please, everyone, enjoy yourselves with this mini-theater. First week. Monday morning. Their first lecture is Professor Ghulam's class. Who is Professor Ghulam, you ask? He is their English Lecturer, a European man that migrated from France. His wife is a Malaysian woman. Professor Ghulam's actual name is Ghulam Stravosky. He is a fifty-three years old handsome man. He is the tallest male in the college, standing on imposing height of six feet and eight inches. With a fit body and impressive muscles underneath his tight black shirt, he gave out the vibe of someone you cannot trifle on. He had lengthy tousled blond hair. Professor Ghulam also had a pair of piercing sapphire eyes, chiseled jaws, and a straight nose. He is the epitome of a handsome older man with a charming personality. Despite his inexpressive face, he is a man that loves to crack a joke
(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
From afar, Johan saw his friend is squatting down in the elevator. He seemed to pick up something interesting on the floor. However, the next moment Johan blinks his eyes Khairul had mysteriously disappeared from there. The elevator is vacant! Johan dashed to the lift, meticulously checking the area in an attempt to find his friend. "Khairul? Where are you, jerk?! Answer me!" He whispered-yelled his friend's name. For ten minutes, he analyzed the place, yet, he found nothing. Not even a strand of his friend's hair, absolutely nothing! His search ended up as a failed quest. It is unbelievable, but, Khairul is undoubtedly missing. Poof! Like a smoke. He dispersed into thin air. Just like that, without any logical explanation. If magic is real, he could conclude that someone intentionally erases Khairul's existence. Or he is brought into another dimension. What should he do? Should he report this? He should, right? A grave matter, indeed. Johan b
(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
This particular chapter I made in an attempt to introduce my characters to the readers. Please, everyone, enjoy yourselves with this mini-theater. First week. Monday morning. Their first lecture is Professor Ghulam's class. Who is Professor Ghulam, you ask? He is their English Lecturer, a European man that migrated from France. His wife is a Malaysian woman. Professor Ghulam's actual name is Ghulam Stravosky. He is a fifty-three years old handsome man. He is the tallest male in the college, standing on imposing height of six feet and eight inches. With a fit body and impressive muscles underneath his tight black shirt, he gave out the vibe of someone you cannot trifle on. He had lengthy tousled blond hair. Professor Ghulam also had a pair of piercing sapphire eyes, chiseled jaws, and a straight nose. He is the epitome of a handsome older man with a charming personality. Despite his inexpressive face, he is a man that loves to crack a joke
"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
Thalia never gives up her quest in ascertaining Lisa's whereabouts despite Izzat's stern warning. She tried many dangerous tricks only to summon her. Although, her guarantee to success plans are all miserably fail. Well, it's actually hard to convene Lisa as she knows who Thalia is, and rather than appearing in front of her, Lisa chooses to play hide and seek with Thalia. First and foremost, what did she do to summon Lisa? The first thing that flashes by her mind is The Spirit of the coin, of course! She prepared the kinds of stuff required for the game in secret, and when all her housemates drifted to the land of sleeping, that's when she executed her plan. She admits it. She is indeed a silly girl for attempting to do something as dangerous as this. Thalia desperately needs to know the whereabouts of her friends. They are her first friend, the ones who never judge her, condemn her, and never once do they look at her with contempt, like the others from her high scho
"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
Lim gulped down his saliva. He is now standing in front of the toilet in level 2, Faculty of Business Management. The hallway is desolate of people, especially when approaching this place. This toilet is located at the end of the corridor and beside the emergency stairs. For some reason, the hair on his body is standing in awareness. He felt goosebumps are spreading out all over his body and a prickling feeling of uneasiness kept poking him. His right hand pushed the door after a minute of hesitation. From the slightly ajar door, he peeked inside. Look normal to him, he mentally said. "Hah, if not because I am lazy to use the stairs, I will never enter this toilet," Lim mumbled his words. "So creepy." Students rarely used this toilet as the only lecture hall that is currently in use are Lecture Hall 1 and 2. There is five lecture hall in every faculty building, and all the lecture halls are connected. They occupied from the first level to the third. Not all f
"Can you...can you also 'see them'?" She asked him in a hopeful tone.Both of them are staring at each other in silence. The time ticked by slowly, and it felt like an eternity had passed. Thalia suddenly snapped from her reverie.Izzat is leaning his body towards the wall with crossed arms. He amusedly eyed Thalia's reaction, his head tilted slightly. The girl seemed to realize an unimportant fact. That was the first time Izzat was reciprocating her intense gaze.Thalia quickly put a distance between the two of them and lowered her head in embarrassment. Her face reddened. The red color spread out to the tip of her ears and the back of her slender neck."What do you mean by that, Thalia? See what?" Rather than answering her question, Izzat pretended he didn't understand Thalia's inquiry."Those black and hazy mist that surrounds Lim's body this entire time. You saw them, right? Just like me."Izzat didn't deny nor agree with her accusation.