In the dark, lonely and cold hallway, the stiff body lay on his stomach, giving off a fishy smell of blood pouring from the base of his neck. The wound was opened wide so that it almost separated the head from the body. A thick, red liquid pooled around him. A black raven, staring closely from the top of the withered tree outside the alley. Screaming hoarse chirping proclaim death.
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The rainy season is getting crazy at the end of the year like this. It might rain all day long without a break. Staying at home is a great choice to spend the day. But not for me, exactly impossible for me. As a freelance journalist for an online mass media, leaving the house is the only option to get the latest and hottest news straight from the scene. Everything can be news to me because there is no news, meaning there is no food.
The rain that had fallen since last night caused this morning to be very cold. It's hard to touch the water without goosebumps, washing your face is the best decision then nothing. The cup of tea I made before washing my face in the bathroom, still steaming. Quickly sucked until the heat hugged my chest. Wow, it's so warm. I finished my morning tea with a manly, then deftly grabbed my hands in the raincoat on the shelf. Put it on and open the door to this tenement I rented a year ago.
When the door opened, the rain wind slashed my face. Not wanting to be outdone, my body then stomped out, slashing this regular rhythmic rain, a sign that this rain would last a long time. A raincoat covered my body and my backpack, which was mounted on my back. I may look like an alien from the Gulaguli galaxy. The raindrops have successfully covered the entire surface of my raincoat.
Mega, a colleague of mine who was very beautiful at dawn called me, I thought she wanted to confess her love for me, because that night I just had a dream about her, but my pics' dream was immediately bitten by her raised voice and enthusiastically told me that a man's corpse was found bleeding in the hallway. through the belly of the hill, the former Dutch era railway in the corner of the city. It was a dead place for a long time, people rarely walked through. The only visitors were a handful of young people looking for a place to smoke sex or get drunk. It is suitable for disposing of corpses or even committing murder without anyone knowing.
I have seen Mega from afar, she is standing in a black coat and under a wide maroon umbrella. Her sad eyes and full of beautiful glow immediately found me who was rushing towards her.
"You're late again, Amor ...," I really like and really grateful my parents gave me the name Amorgio Dunand so that Mega can freely call me Amor which means 'love' as much as you want without feeling embarrassed. And also, okay…, too bad, without having to feel the love itself.
"Sorry, the rain took my sleep so many times!"
"The fires around your house will not be able to wake you, you sleepy bitch. Come on to the location! The roads are better, it's raining like this, public transport rarely passes by. "
Our shoes spattered the puddles of rain along the road. It's true, it's almost arrived at this location, not a single public transport has passed yet. Great predictions from Mega. At the location, there were already police cars and ambulances. I immediately ran while opening half of my raincoat and let the other half hang next to my body. I asked Mega to cover my bag containing my camera so that it would not be hit by rain. While running I managed to take out my camera, then rushed to the scene. Mega came running to cover me from behind.
I managed to get a picture of the man's body before finally the ambulance officer lifted him into the ambulance and took the poor body away. Mega interviewed the police and several witnesses who first found the man's body. As usual, in every coverage after getting important pictures, I usually look for other objects around the crime scene, hopefully, there is something unique that I can make into my photo collection.
I walked around the hallway sweeping my gaze across the hallway and the ceiling. Moss and worn gravity paintings decorated the hallway ceiling. Snapping everything I find interesting. As I walked further inside, beyond where the corpse was found, on the wall of the left hallway slightly upward, I found a fairly large red stain.
I approached, aimed my camera lens, and pressed the zoom button. Am I not seeing it wrong? They are the footprints of blood. The trail of blood in the shape of a human's right leg which on the underside had rooted in the flow of melted blood was faintly visible among the gravitational painting on the hallway wall. It seemed that the foot had stepped on blood and then stepped on this wall. I squinted, and took careful aim, establishing a focus on my camera and snapping several times from multiple angles. I examined it once again, this is new blood, not completely dry. Even if this was a human trail, what human could walk in this vertical way? Then if he is able to walk vertically why is there only one trail? Where's the left leg? Is he a one-legged demon? Then what does this have to do with the man's body? If it is connected to each other why don't the footprints start from where the man's body is lying? Ah…
I went out to meet Mega, who had just interviewed a resident who claimed to have heard a scream that night from this hallway. I was still silent, thinking about a footprint of blood on the hallway wall. I'm still wondering whether I should report this to the police, or just let it go and investigate it myself. However, somehow, a voice from my heart urged me to investigate this myself, then later when it was successful it would become bombastic news. Surely the bonus will flow smoothly into my dry pocket. And I will dedicate a luxurious dinner, especially to Mega.
"What's wrong with you, Amor? Why are you silent? "
“It's okay… Let's go to a regular café, I haven't had breakfast. We have breakfast and we all write this news. Maybe today there will be much other interesting news waiting for us to cover. "
“Wow, how excited today, man! Relax a little, we've won with this news, you saw that? There are no other journalists who cover? They are all late !! Hahaha…, ”Mega glanced at several journalists who had just arrived at the scene.
"Wow, yeah I just realized ... come on, I'm already hungry !!"
A plate of fried rice with beef eye eggs arrived on my table, drooling. Immediately I took my spoon and fork and ate it ferociously. Meanwhile, Mega is still stirring up the chicken porridge she ordered.
"Why not?"
"No taste ..."
"Why?"
"Only a weirdo still has a high appetite for just a second ago witnessed a person who almost had his head cut off ..."
I was silent, so I didn't swallow the fried rice that I had touched. Glares at him. He chuckled and I continued the process of eating the fried rice completely.
"You mean?"
“Hahahaha… I'm kidding. It's better for me to write first, ”Mega took out her notebook, ready to write the story of the mysterious murder.
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That night the rain started to subside, only light drizzle. I tighten my jacket, I think a jacket is enough for this light drizzle. My intention tonight is to return to that hallway. Find other evidence, which might reveal the mystery of this murder. A police line ran across the mouth of the hall, I ducked over the yellow ribbon. The traces of blood were still left intact, perhaps for purposes of the investigation process. It's scary to be in the hallway at nights like this, what's more, here, lies the corpse of a murder victim. But I pushed it all aside, for the sake of fattening my account. With the help of a thin burst of light from the streetlamp outside the hallway, I walked in. The crows roared incessantly. Adding a mystical nuance that can raise the hair of anyone.
I've reached the side of the wall where I found the trail this morning. I took the flashlight from the bag that I had prepared a long time ago. I shone the flashlight against the side of the wall. Yes, the traces are still there. I scattered the flashlight in all directions, hoping to find some other sign that would aid my investigation. Nothing but moss and faded gravity painting. I refocused the flashlight on the blood trail. After I slowly noticed, it seemed like something had changed from the shape of the trail, the heel had started to disappear. It looks like someone was trying to erase it with something. Wow, this is interesting !! The demon, monster or whatever was aware that he had left a trail that could expose his crimes. But what kind of demon is afraid of having his crime exposed? It's getting mysterious but getting more interesting. I took out my camera and went back to snapping the tracks for documentation and evidence.
Tring !!! Suddenly my brain found a plan. I know what I have to do. This murderous monster hasn't finished with its work here for some reason, surely it will come back to erase this trace until it's completely gone. And I have to hide somewhere and be ready with the camera in hand. Ready to snatch away any creature that comes to erase the blood trail. Yes, yes ... well ... sometimes I'm smart too.
Half running I ran towards the end of the hallway, there was a trace of a wall that had almost collapsed that could be used to hide and could look freely into the hallway. I squat behind the wall, clutching my camera, and listening to my ears. Trying to catch whatever sound is present in the silence. The rain that had stopped, really helped me hear the voice I wanted to hear.
Ten minutes passed, only the howls of dogs and the roar of distant vehicles could be heard. There were no suspicious signs from the hallway yet. I'm getting bored. My stomach is creaking with hunger, I just remember not having dinner yet, how bad is that detective job? I swore I wouldn't want to be a detective. Less than a minute later, my heart stiffened, there was the sound of soft footsteps from the hallway. There he is!!!! O Lord, protect your servant. I don't know when to snap my camera down the hall. But my instincts told me later. The sound of footsteps stopped, then the sound of the walls rubbing against them.
Yep !! It's time for my camera to be on duty.
“Jepreeett !!! Jepreett! Jepreett! " the flash flashed into the hallway. I just stuck my arm out of the wall into the hallway. Without a single gut to see any creatures in the hall there. After that, I ran to the house.
With my chest beating super fast, I banged my door. And leaning against the closed door, I slumped onto the floor and looked at my camera. I felt my lips tremble violently. Then I cursed myself how cowardly I was. I timidly pressed the button on the camera which served to display the photos that had been taken. A hideous human figure perched lightly clinging vertically to the hallway wall appears in the photo. Widening my eyes and almost stopping my heart.
I pressed the off button with great difficulty because my hands were shaking violently. I took a deep breath trying to bring courage to myself. Fear has overwhelmed me. What creature is that? If he is some kind of creature that doesn't like himself immortalized in photos then he gets angry and chases me what? Siit! I haven't had time to neutralize my fear. The sound of knocking on the door lifted my body.
"Wh ... wh ... what?" I asked haltingly. The knocker didn't answer. He only knocked on my door three more times.
Could it be this creature earlier? What a mess! Die! I might tomorrow be the news. Noooooo !!!
“Who… who… who…? If you don't answer I won't open the door ... "
"It's me, Megaa ... Open, Amoorr!"
I breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out to be just Mega. I stood up, took a deep breath, and let it out through my mouth. Tidying my hair with ten fingers and styling my slightly messy clothes. Slowly I opened the door.
"Oh, you Mega, what's up all night like this?"
“Can I come in first? Let me tell you inside? "
I nodded hard, "Oh of course!" to you my angel what i didn't give
Mega sits casually on the only sofa, in the front room of my house. She's really hot tonight. Ah if only… Oops… scatter dirty thoughts, Amorrr !!!
"Can I see your camera?"
"This?" I lifted the camera that I had been holding. "What for?"
"Nothing, just want to see, can you?"
"It's fine, but nothing important, just a photo of the corpse this morning. Ah never mind, you don't have to later become less appetizing. I'll make you coffee ?? "
I turned around, Mega stood up and touched my shoulder from behind. The touch is very cold, as cold as ice piercing into the skin, even though I'm wearing a thick jacket. I turned around, how choked up when I found his face pale and smiling strangely. And that smile is not Mega's sweet smile as usual. That smile is terrible.
"Is it true that there are no photos that are important?" the voice is soft but able to raise the hair on the neck.
"Ten ... of course true ...," I replied stammering. Mega bandaged my steps, he is in front of me now.
"What is the photo you just took a few minutes ago?"
Jepp !! My heart stopped, how did Mega know ?? I made sure no one was there earlier.
"You mean ??"
Mega didn't answer my question, she then pulled the camera in my hand forcibly. Hit the on button and show me the scary photo earlier.
"This!!" Mega's voice rose and turned hoarse.
"How do you know ??" Fear and worry hugged me back.
"Because what you photograph is ME !!!" Mega's body immediately turned blue, her eyes were bright red, two fangs gleaming from between her lips. Elongated black nails.
"Mee ... mee ... noo?"
I shuffled back, my eyes could not believe this and hoped that this was just a strange dream about Mega that I had been having every night because I loved her too secretly. I shook my head, closed it briefly, and opened it again. The creepy figure is still there. Her sharp nails floated in the air an inch in front of my neck.
“Youu… have to die…,” Mega's voice was different, hoarse and deep.
"Megaaa ... it's me ... I love you dear ... even if you are a stealth!!"
Ah, what was that? I confess to loving in this state? Stupid!
"Noooo ... no one can know where we are ... it's dangerous!"
"Wee? Is there someone like you out there? ”
"Yeah ... I'm sorry Amooorrr ... this is a commensurate reply for people who always want to know ..."
Mega slashed her sharp nails against my neck. I collapsed with my head almost cut off. My blood was spurting everywhere, then blood flowed profusely from the torn neck. My eyes widen with gaping mouths. It's terrible, just like the condition of the corpse of the man I took this morning.
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Mega broke into a row of police who had gathered at my house. Take a picture of me dying horribly and interview some cops. He smiled over my corpse before leaving to write the news of my death. And again he was the first journalist on the scene to cover the news. You vile stealth.
wait so Mega is a man and an alien? I don't understand. How could she do such a thing?