6. Vengeful Spirit

It's been a week since the tragic incident of those three girls from the first year, who miserably gets possessed by a ghost. Two of the girls are still recuperating at their homes. Their parents are still reluctant to send their daughters back to college. They fear that such an incident might be repeated again in the future. The same thing will happen again to their beloved children, and they undoubtedly cannot bear the consequence of their negligence.

The dean couldn't do anything to persuade the stubborn parents except prolonging their medical leaves. While Hanna is still in a trepid condition. Hanna's parents decided to postpone her study to an unknown time, as the doctors, even the brain expert, couldn't find the reason for her rare condition. She is perfectly healthy, with no injuries nor any viruses complications. But the fact she is unable to wake up is odd.

Many weird rumors regarding her condition are circulating among the students. Some said that her soul gets sucked up by the ghost. Some even added that Hanna's spirit is gone, and the body at the hospital is only an empty shell that the ghost purposely left behind to mislead other's perceptions. Whatever the reason, Hanna is still soundlessly sleeping at her hospital bed with her parent by her side, begging her to wake up while drowning in tears.

In the first week of their classes, students are bustling with joy and excitement. Izzat has his first class with Fakhrul. They both already arrived at Study Hall 1, at the Faculty of Business and Management, ten minutes before eight o'clock.

Well, let's just skipped forward this boring class to the time their lecture is ended.

"Iz, I am sleepy," Fakhrul complained to his friend with a bored expression. He put his cheek on the wooden table, yawning for nth times.

"Hush, it's just our first day, and yet, you are grumbling like an old woman."

"The lecturer should give us a five minutes break at least, to refresh our focus and attention. Instead of that, he started talking nonstop like a parrot. What he said just now, the information never registered itself in my memory. It passed like a soothing breeze, and it almost lulled me to sleep a few times."

Izzat sighed. What a troublesome friend.

"Next time, buy yourself something like sweets for you to eat secretly in the class. To keep your eyes open. Whatever. Just remember, I will not lend you my assignment for you to copy and paste. Friend or not, if you dare to cheat, I'll expose you."

"You're awful. Stingy. And, very mean."

"I am acting like a good friend for your sake, dimwit. Don't be a lazy student."

Fakhrul clicked his tongue.

"What a way to justify your heartless action. What if I failed my exam?"

"Then, serve you right." Izzat left the lecture hall after all the other students leaving the place. He didn't even wait for Fakhrul.

"Y...you...Iz, wait for me! I forgot my class schedule for today. Hey!" Fakhrul clumsily picked up his stuff and dumped them into his bag. Then, he ran after Izzat.

Izzat stumbled upon a young lady in a beautiful white dress at a corner in the hallway. She had her hair loose, and she is standing facing the opened windows. Her long and straight black hair riding up the gentle breeze and slightly fluttered along her back.

Izzat squinted his eyes. That girl seemed familiar. But, since he cannot see her face, he is unable to confirm his doubt. Who is it? His classmate?

"Damn you, Iz! You left me alone!" Fakhrul tried to hit Izzat with his bag. To his disappointment, Izzat evaded it. "Don't dodge it!"

"Only stupid people will keep standing still even if they know others want to hit them," Izzat replied sarcastically. In that moment of disturbance, he loses track of that mysterious young lady. She disappeared! Tsk! This is all Fakhrul's fault.

"What's wrong, Iz?"

"Do you see a young lady, in a white dress, standing over there, just a while ago?" Izzat tried to suppress his annoyance towards his friend. He didn't know why, but, right now, he had this impulse to punch Fakhrul in the face. This urge felt overwhelmed in his heart.

Fakhrul shook his head.

"There's no one here except the both of us. Hey, wait! Don't change the subject."

"Sometimes, I wondered if meeting you is a blessing or a misfortune, Fakhrul. You're always making me stress over nothing. And, It's infuriating me that I could not get rid of you, no matter what I do. Ugh!"

"What? What was that? Are you trying to pick a fight with me?" Fakhrul eyes are as wider as a saucer. A surge feeling of anger erupted in his heart. Izzat is being so mean to him without any reason. This. Is. Unacceptable.

"Don't talk to me," Izzat warned him. "I will not be responding to any of your words!"

"Fine. I talked to myself then!" Fakhrul indignantly shoots back. His tone is grumpy.

***

Lee's forehead wrinkled. Should he say something to ease the tension which rapidly increasing in the living room? But, he felt that if he asked the wrong thing, he might get a severe backlash.

"Err...Are you guys okay?"

"Yes," Izzat answered. However, his smile is kind of stiff.

"Hmm..." Fakhrul gives a simple nod.

Lee is eyeing the two of them with a doubtful look.

"Do you guys, perhaps...fighting?"

"Who said we are fighting?!" Fakhrul exaggeratedly slammed the table with his hands. Irritation and annoyance flashed inside his eyes. His reaction is definitely overboard.

Lee snorted.

"You guys are indeed fighting. So, what is the reason? Who started it?"

"We're not!" Fakhrul yelled. "And, Izzat is the one that started it first!"

Lee stared at Izzat in disbelief. Is he serious? The aloof and apathetic Izzat actually started a fight with his friend?

"Is this true?"

"Oh, come on. Please don't lower my IQ to Fakhrul's level. You're humiliating me." Izzat snapped. He glared at the person who sits beside him. "I said those mean things to you first, so, what? Did you want to hit me? Just go ahead and do it!"

Fakhrul glared back at Izzat the moment he said those words. Fakhrul will never hit his friend, no matter how angry he is. There are two particular reasons, and the main one is his scary sister.

He will rather punch the wall and broke his fist, rather than losing all his teeth, getting smacked by his angry sister, Aishah, for hitting Izzat. After all, his sister valued Izzat more than her own brother. Damn it. Sometimes, his sister is so unfair. Why did she treat Izzat better than him? While she will sternly disciplining him if he makes even a tiny bit of mistake?

"A lover's quarrel? Or an old husband and wife's daily arguments?" Lee asked jokingly.

Two angry-looking eyes are glaring heatedly at him. Lee lifted his arms in mock surrender.

"Sorry." Lee apologized instantly. Hah, both of you are good friends. Why would a simple squabble escalate into this? "Stop being so stupidly childish, and please makeup already. You both are making me uncomfortable."

"We're not fighting!" Fakhrul and Izzat replied in unison. "And, you, stop copying my words!"

Lee rolled his eyes.

"Yes, yes. I understand. Even a three years old kid can tell that you guys are fighting. What kind of absurd situation did I indulge myself in? How troublesome."

***

Midnight.

On a particular building, a silhouette of a young girl is sitting closely at the edge of the rooftop sill. Her barefooted feet are dangling in the air. Her white dress shone like a translucent light in the middle of the night.

By any chance, if anyone entered the rooftop right now, they will undoubtedly envision a delusional figure of a beautiful angel in a white dress. The only wrong thing that didn't fit with the picture is the girl is not an angel. She is an evil spirit that intended to drag any living beings into hell together with her.

A hum is resounding in the area, faintly chiming in the serenity of the night, creating an even eerie atmosphere. Sometimes, a stifling sobbing could also be heard. The figure soon dissipated into thin air, blending in the darkness. Her sad chuckles, which could bring shivers down into anyone's spines, are reverberating on the area.

The question is, who is she? What is her real identity? Why did she decide to haunt this place? Will there be another victim that will end up exactly like her in this very same place?