Friday, December 30, 2011

Chapter 15

They were gathered again at the lounge after storing their fallen friends in the same room freezer that once hold the others. There were no choices but to do so. Now, each of them thinking of possible explanation for the missing bodies and all had come to the same conclusion. There were no one but the killers had motives and opportunity to move the bodies, but what would be the reason is a mystery yet to be solved.
Zainal’s mind hovered to the thought of killing one of his classmates to save himself. He weighed the possibility of committing the act, while rationalizing his innocence. I kill to save myself. It’s done in self-defence – Zainal assured himself, but to actually kill is not easy as it seems. To take another’s life takes more courage than one thinks.
“I have to,” Zainal tried to convince himself, chanting the mantra as if it could give him the will and the leeway from sin. He held in his hands a small screwdriver he had picked up at the kitchen, which he managed to hide underneath his jacket. His hands were sweating, and shaking. “Who should I...?” he asked himself, gazing into the faces of his terrified classmates.
Steve’s eyes met Zainal as he scanned through the lounge. Both were startled at the act, as if sharing a common thought.
“I’m going to the basement now. Who is with me?” Amara asked. Nik raised his hands, and Wendy, Ambun soon followed.
“I think know where the basement is. I’ll lead you there,” Nik offered. Nurul followed as well, citing that doing nothing is killing her, literally. Wawa and Sarah agreed and decided to follow as well. There were now seven of those who wished to venture into the basement, and another seven remained.
The seven companions moved to the kitchen, following Nik’s lead. When they finally reach the kitchen, Nik scanned the area, he then pointed a door hinge that was almost hidden by a huge refrigerator and moved it away from the walls with the help of his friends. This act revealed a worn out door, nailed shut by planks of wood as if keeping away zombies from entering the mansion. (I play too much Counter Strike Zombie)
“How did you know it was here?” Amara asked.
“I saw the hinge the last time we were here. I figured that must be the basement entrance. Susan said it was under the lounge, so the only possible explanation was that the entrance is in the kitchen, and plus, my guts tell me so,” Nik explained to his sceptic friend. They pried the planks open to see darkness below. The stairs leading down was made of wood, covered by mould and fungi, and tiny dust flew about as they light the entrance with their torch.
“Well, here goes nothing,” Nik said, and walked down the stairs followed by Amara and the rest.
The Lounge
While seven made their way to the basement, the remaining seven stayed, sitting at the sofa at the side of the room, avoiding the blood smears on the wooden floor which by now had dried up.
Steve folded his hands as he leaned in the corner, observing everyone. Aine was sobbing still, but quietly as Ka Phin put her hand over Aine’s shoulder, as a little effort to ease her friend’s fear. Zainal sat while his feet got into a fit of restlessness, tapping onto the wooden floor like a river dancer. He seemed anxious to everyone but such behaviour was acceptable considering the situation they were in.
Steve started pacing about in the room, eyeing everyone. “Damn damn damn,” he muttered, unbeknown to others as his voice was only to himself, and the sound of the occasional thunder did drain most of the noise in the house.
Steve peered in his hands, a similar note Zainal had previously. Steve’s note was crushed, as he constantly thought of throwing the stupid brown paper into the fire. The idea that the killer had snuck it into his jacket was eerie and scary enough, that the idea to kill in order to be alive was absurd.
“Fuc*,” Steve muttered again trying to stop planning a murder in his head. For all he knows, the killer might not keep his words after all.
Zainal rubbed his chin, noticing his beard had grown. He was looking at everyone, trying to figure out what to do, though his mind had already made up a decision. I will do it in self defence. The others are gone, there won’t be an opportunity like this – Zainal thought, but the question of who to kill needs to be done carefully. It should be an easy kill, and done quickly to get it over with.  
“Aine, no...She’s too loud. Ah Sze?  Too tough... Julian is out of the question, Steve...? I can’t manage him. Ka Phin would never leave Aine’s side, Crystal....yes...I can finish her off, yes...but how? Lure her somewhere? Then I’ll be off this island for good..yes....I’ll be alive” Zainal whispered for his ears only, and he rubbed his fingers against the hidden screw driver. Zainal looked up, setting his gaze towards Crystal, waiting for the right moment to do the deed.

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The story written is mostly to amuse myself and readers. The characters share only names and physical features, and some exaggerated version of our classmates so i don't mean literally and I'm not saying such and such person is wicked, evil, coward, crazy. It serves nothing more than entertainment, and just a way for my imagination to run crazy. I hope no one takes offense in my writing...*because I plan to add more wicked stuff in*, and if anyone notice, it has turned into a Supernatural-themed story. But, if there are those who wish to be off my story...please tell me and I won't include you in. Hehe..a bit too late for that don't you think Nad? Better late than sorry. *troll face*

This chapter is perhaps the hardest to write, literally banged my head on the desk for ideas....why? Because i have no idea how to conclude the story yet, and i cant prepare a proper scaffolding for the next chapter. Lol....sorry if it sucks...coz i think it sucks.. =.=" I need employment soon.

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Chapter 14


“A pentagon?” Amara asked.
“Not a pentagon. A pentagram,” Wendy clarified “Look, Susan mentioned symbols and animal bones. She might be afraid to say it, its f**king obvious we’re dealing with demon worship, or whatever it is,” Wendy said, and stepped down from the chair.


“We are in a middle of a ritual, for demon worshipping. We’re sacrifices?” Amara asked.
“Oh my god!” Zainal exclaimed, he was sweating and shivering. “I’ve got to wash my face,” He said and entered the toilet at the lounge area. Carefully, he checked the small washroom, and when it was safe, he went to the sink and turned the water tap. It wasn’t much as there was no electricity to pump more water but enough to get him a handful to wash his face. Zainal, felt tears forming, but convinced himself to man up. He cleared his throat and reached for his handkerchief he had in his pocket. However, a brown paper was what his fingers pulled out. He had not seen the folded paper before, curious, he open it to find writings in red....possibly blood.
The note:

"We have decided to bestow upon you a gift. Take another's life and you are free to walk with yours. Shh...tell no one or we will take yours with pleasure"

He could feel his own blood drain from his head but he read those words nevertheless. There was something familiar about the handwriting, as if he had seen it before. It did not matter; he has other worries to think about. Would he kill, to save his own life? Another thought then occurred to him - who else has the same note? Surely, he is not the only one. Then, should he kill first, before he is killed himself, by his own classmates. And the plural form “WE”, suggest that their speculation was right, that the killers were more than one.
Zainal was sweating even more, and his knees were shaking. He had to support himself, with his hand, he held onto the sink.
“Zainal? You okay?” Nik came bursting in.
“Oh God!” Zainal exclaimed, nervously hiding the note he had.
“Don’t take too long. They’re scared,” Nik said and Zainal nodded. Nik left Zainal and he followed soon after.
***
Zainal joined the others, and stood next to Nik, hiding his hands in his pockets. He scanned the faces of his classmates, hoping to find something that could show him clues whether there were others who receive the notes as well. Ka Phin’s voice startled him after the long silence that was within the lounge.
“I think we need to keep the bodies in the freezer,” Ka Phin said.
“We don’t have time for that,” Wendy argued.
“But...Nad, Sze Ern... We can’t leave them like that. It’s not right. We’re humans, not animals,” Ka Phin said.
“She’s right,” Ambun acknowledged, ”but you have to remember, Nad’s body isn’t...it’s all chopped off...the limbs..”
“I’ll do it..I will,” Ka Phin tried to assured others, but mostly herself. They decided to divide themselves into half, with one of the party to remain in the lounge, and the other to retrieve the bodies from upstairs.
Slowly, Ka Phin and her companions crept up the stairs, armed with only the iron rods of the fire place just in case they encountered anything. They passed through the stair fence that once held Susan’s body and before them was the layers of thick plastics Ambun had to go through when he discovered Sze-Ern’s body.

Meanwhile, Nik and the rest downstairs gently moved the bodies of their fallen friends into the kitchen, to lay them to rest temporarily in the freezer room. Their task was cut short with the sound of a yell.
“They are not here!!! Nad and Sze-Ern, they are missing!!!” Ka Phin yelled as she moved towards the stairs. Zainal heard and quickly open the freezer room. Harry, Visha and Edmond were gone as well. 

Friday, December 16, 2011

Chapter 13



Amara woke up with a bad headache, and glanced at the guys who were supposed to stand guard. The guys were sleeping, slouching on the chairs with their eyes closed. The rain had finally stopped and Amara rubbed her eyes and stood up. She felt nauseated, perhaps due to lack of food. They had not eaten anything for days, and Amara noticed weakness in her muscles and body. Tip toing through blankets and bodies, Amara peered the window, just to have a look. The day was still solemn and dark, and Amara realized it was drizzling lightly. The hope of a sunny day was totally out of the question.
Amara stretched and turn behind her to find a hanging body. It was Susan, hanging from the second floor. A rope was tied at the stair fence, as the noose squeezed Susan’s neck. Amara gave a loud shout and awoke those who were asleep.
Disoriented and half awake, they turned to the source of the sound. Amara pointed to the cause of her distress and they saw to their horror, the body of Susan, lifelessly hanging herself.
They yelled and stood up. Ambun, no longer dazed, quickly ran up the stairs to cut down the rope. Susan’s cold corpse was caught by Nik and others. They loosen the noose and checked for a pulse, just in case. Nik shook his head, indicating Susan is dead.
“Oh god..oh god,” Nurul muttered and shook Leen to wake the still sleeping figure next to her.
“Leen...Leen!” Nurul yelled and shook her friends harder only to reveal what the blankets had covered. Leen’s throat was slashed. Nurul yelled from the top of her lungs and jumped away from the sleeping area. Others checked on the sleeping ones, only to be found that their throats have been slashed as well. All those who were alive got out of the sleeping area, vomited, crying and two passed out.
Frantically, Amara  took out her phone and checked to see if there was any signal, but as expected, it was in vain. She threw her phone and smashed the device as it hit against the reception table. All attention was on the reception table, and all saw the 5 of the dolls bled through their necks, and one with a noose made of white string hung loosely around its neck as it held the string it its own hand.

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The bodies were cover with the blankets. Nurul was kneeling beside her best friend, as some of them were. Ah Sze next to Olivia with Wawa, Sarah and Crystal. Aine, sat in the corner, unmoved staring at the dolls wondering which one would be next. Ambun was pacing up and down rubbing his head. Julian was sitting on a chair, having a fit of restless legs.
“Okay, we have more that a killer, that’s that’s obvious from the beginning! But why? WHY? Why kill us?? And...and...I...I’m sure we were drugged. You all feel sick, and disoriented,” Amara said, as she bite her nails unaware now that it is bleeding.
“Sam gave us the drinks. That was the only explanation how we got drugged. That’s the only thing we had in common,” Ka Phin said. She was standing in another corner, away from the bodies.
"Is Sam one of the killers? Is he onto this as well?"someone murmured, but it did not matter now. He is dead.
Wendy suddenly took a chair and stood on it.
“Guys. Move away!” Wendy said, gesturing those who were near the body to move.
“What? What is it?” Amara asked.
“Why those five? Don’t you see the order of the bodies? Do you see what I see?” Wendy asked. She gestured with her fingers the position of the heads. Amara gasped in revelation. 

New Hobby

I took up a new hobby since this long "holiday". I've always loved the idea of sculpting but didn't had the time to do so. So i thought, hey, why not give it a try...and I did. My first complete work of ehem....art. (ps: i rarely complete anything) =.="



Now it's ready to be sun dried and shove in the oven....i mean the pottery oven thingy...which i have to pay if i wanted to...which obviously means I won't.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

What a morning...

I had the weirdest morning today..weird by my standard maybe because I hadn't gone out of the house for weeks, months. Anyways, I couldn't sleep, as per usual and I had this feeling that I must go out no matter what. Perhaps my brain was telling me that it needed oxygen.

Anyways, I decided at 5am that about 6/7 or so, I would take a walk along the water front. My dad sent me to the jetty, and waited for the sampan to come and gather those who wished to cross to the waterfront. I didn't expect much of my little adventure, and had only planned to walk, have breakfast, and walk back, all the while keeping to myself. The view of the rising sun was spectacular. Although it was already entirely up, the reflection of the sun's ray onto the river was beautiful I wished i brought my camera along.

Anyways, I walked along the end of the waterfront to start my walk. I never knew there were people coming to waterfront for a jog, and there were many. Normally, people would not notice me. Wherever I go, I am one who does not stand out or I wished to be.  But this particular morning, I had joggers smiling at me and had seemed like they were wanting to strike up a conversation. (you know those looks or gestures people do when they want to say something? I saw that all the way). I was beginning to wonder whether I had something on my face, or perhaps I looked silly. I looked down at my clothes and concluded there was nothing wrong with my attire. There were others who were in jeans and checkered shirt. I paid no heed, and just listened to my mp3.

There was this man, who passed me twice and on the second encounter, he spoke to me. I was like "awkward" but I smiled and talked to him anyways. We had a short conversation....and apparently, his daughter studied at IPBL-UKM program, a teacher. He asked me where my house was and I told him. Then he said, his close friend (or some sort) stayed at the same are too. Marzuki was his friends name. And I was like...Whoah...I know the Marzuki fella, his daughters were my friends. I learnt that the world is small. What a coincidence to be meeting this guy - i thought to myself.

Well, after exchanging "good lucks" and "have a nice day" exchange, I continued my walk while listening to my music. As I was walking, a man, a security guard to be exact held his phone. I didn't pay much attention but then, I noticed then that his phoni direction followed my movements. Then, it occurred to me. "The hell? Is he taking a picture of me? Do I have something on my face? Dafuq?" i asked myself and gave his a "dafuq you doin?". He got it and quickly hid his phone.

"Why do you look so weak?" he asked.
"What??" I sortta snickered at the question. Whaddya mean WEAK???
"No, you look like you're weak," he said again.. [BM: Kenak nampak lemah gilak?]
"Oh...uh, I've got sleeping problems... hehe,"  I answered and excused myself. Then I thought "was that why people were smiling at me??? Fine, I'll smile and act like I'm energetic".

So, I walked and decided to go to Maybank to withdraw some money and when I exit, a man whistled as I walked by. "Dafuq with you guys todays???" I hurried my pace and went to McDonalds..

There was't anything much in McD, except there was a boy dancing to the Christmas song. I stayed for more than one hour as I was chatting with my cousin. It was rare to get her online as she is staying waaaaaayyyyy far from Malaysia. Anyways, the workers in McD were so friendly to me. Which again, was weird.... =.=

Anyways, I walked back through the waterfront, to get to the jetty. My pace was faster than before as it had seemed that it will be raining soon. I got into the sampan with 3 old men. They were debating on the pension's given by the government and I smiled at their hilarious exchange. Then suddenly, the subject changed onto women. There were saying that women nowadays wears trousers/pants (in my head, I was like.. What the??), their skin (things that shouldn't be displayed) shows to much and after that, he pointed to me. I was like panicking. OMG. Then he said again, "But look at her (referring to me), she looks proper, covers her legs, her body. She looks neat. Unlike girls we see now everywhere "he said and they agreed, laughing and started to talk about women in those days". (I was smiling all the way and could not find a suitable response). Major Awkward Situation.

As the sampan reached it's destination, they paid for my fare. I refused but it was 3 against one. I had to give in. So, i thanked him all the way feeling weird..and grateful (sort of). So, when we head our separate ways, I discovered that the "van sapu" that i normally get on to reach home wasn't available at the moment. The drivers were washing their vans and some were sleeping. So, there was no chance in hell, I could get a ride but I had already a Plan B. I wanted to waste time at the Orchid Garden, just 100 metres from where I was and walked towards the garden. As I walked, I saw the old me passing by in their car and bikes. Then, the last one came and stopped next to me. I was like "Oh Boy. Go away...please."

"Where is your house?" he asked.

"Just near by. I will walk there," I said ready to leave.

"Let me send you,"he offered on his old rusty bike. I refused profusely, but he insisted. I couldn't argue with him further. He is after all a very old man, and from the sampan, I could tell that he was a man one can trust on. I did not want to take up on his offer because:
1. I do not know him
2. I did not want to burden him
3. I don't have a helmet for God's sakes.
4. refer to number 1

In the end, I got home with his help eventually. And when I had reached home, I thanked him and bowed like a Japanese in gratitude. I learnt his name was.....surprise surprise...Marzuki. =.=" (heard that name twice today, from strangers)

Although it wasn't at all an extraordinary adventure, it was nevertheless....abnormal, unusual by my standard. I had a free ride home. Moral of the story, get out of the house and get a life (but do be careful of strangers despite my fortunate meetings).  Well, tired as I am, I am still unable to sleep hence the reason why I'm writing this.



Monday, December 12, 2011

Chapter 12

Previously on the vampire diaries....(chey)

“There is more to the story,” Susan finally spoke. The shaky and timid voice broke the silence.
“What do you mean?” Amara asked the petite receptionist. All eyes were on the frail, tied up figure.
“The previous owner... This was what...*Susan choked*...this was what Harry told me. A lot have said that he was a mad man. That he has lost it, his plantation was ruined and he was getting broke. Some say he was furious of his unfaithful wife. But we know a bit of the truth,” Susan explained.
Zainal came forward, trying to undo the binds Susan was tied into.
“What the hell are you..?” Saiful yelled, but Amara came to help as well.
“Clearly she is not the killer,” Amara justified Zainal’s actions.
“Thanks,” Susan muttered and rubbed her aching wrist. The remaining cohort 4 knew Susan would hold some vengeance, that they had killed Harry but tried to shift the guilt away.
“The reason this place was called Pulau Momok, was because of this owner’s history. It was and is beautiful. When my family bought this place, we had renovations. The locals at the main land village did not approve of our venture, they told us all the stories that I just told you. Nevertheless, we bought it,” Susan said solemnly. Everyone was paying attention, and even Nazim stopped his chanting.
“Go on,” Nik said.
“When we had to renovate this place, we found disturbing things. There were burnt marks in the left wing, and had weakened the structure. We assume the burnt wife part was true,” Susan said.
They knew the story, but what can be “more to the story” than they already knew. Susan realized and went straight to the point.
“The basement, below this lounge had symbols painted at the walls and the floor. We tried to clean them but it did not work, so we just closed the basement for good. But the symbols looked creepy, and frightening. There were candles and animal bones, and bowls, and also....straw made dolls scattered on a table,” Susan explained and glanced at the dolls. Amara felt goosebumps and a terrified look was on her face.
 “What? What?” Saiful asked. Leen and Nurul let out a faint “Oh my God”.
“It’s an altar. For worshipping,” Nik said and sighed.
“Worship what?” Ah Sze asked. Everyone knew the answer but dared not to speak of it.
“Let’s just say the dark forces. We had no incidents whatsoever for years, before you came,” Susan said again, almost indirectly blaming the party as the cause of the whole incident. “But the local said the island was haunted, hence the name Pulau Momok. Some say the owner wanted to make a deal with....you know”. Susan did not finish her sentence but many had by now caught the train of thought Susan was trying to imply.
After a brief moment of silence, Amara started pacing around the lounge.
“Whatever that has been done, can be done by humans. If we’re dealing with supernatural forces, we should have been dead by now. Why the pauses? Why not just finish us off,” Amara asked the clueless party.
“Perhaps....it’s a ritual,” Ah Sze asked, suggesting another theory.
“Well, whatever it is, we have to investigate the basement. It’s too much of coincidences to ignore the similarities. First light tomorrow, we’ll take a look and hopefully solve this and get the hell out,” Nik said.
“What about Menn?” Nurul asked. Menn was forgotten for a brief moment. They knew what had become of Shafiq and Hua Chien, they had seen it with their eyes. However, Menn’s disappearance still begged the question whether he is still alive, or dead. Should they look for him, or should they just assume that he is dead.
Despite the fear, Nik suggested that they get some rest, and told the rest to get some sleep and that he with a few guys will stay awake to stand guard. They had not slept for a few nights and as Amara pointed out can cause paranoia and disorientation. If they wanted to survive, they had to be in at least a good shape. Sam distributed bottled water to all to keep them hydrated and they slept in circles.  
Tomorrow, hopefully the mysteries could be unveiled. (i.e: when the author have any clue to what to write)
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PS: Sorry no artwork for this one. :D

Chapter 11


Lightning struck and the lounge was bright for a moment, long enough for Wawa to see the dolls were nicely arranged on the reception table like it was before.  She screamed her lungs out, and triggered a hysteric cries from all. Everyone’s nightmare did not end. They scrambled to the door to run away from the mansion but another lightning struck in front of them, too near to be true. It was as if a force prevented them from leaving the mansion. All of them backed away, into the lounge but far away, they could see a staggering figure coming slowly their way.
“Its the killer!” Saiful yelled and ran behind his collegues.
“No...no...wait,” Julian said and gestured for everyone to stay calm, “He looks familiar,” Julian said and squinted his eyes.
“Shafiq?” Saiful asked.
“Shafiq!!! Run!! Run to us!!!” Ka Phi yelled, as previously they had seen the dolls arranged itselves. The killer is still here somewhere.
Despite the cries to rush, Shafiq did not move any faster. Perhaps, by estimation, he was about 100 metres from the mansion, slowly moving.
“Is...is he okay?” Wendy asked what everyone was thinking.
However, their worries were yet again increased when there is another figure in poncho behind holding what appears to be an axe. 

Shafiq’s head was decapitated in a blink of an eye, and it rolled down. The girls hysterically screamed and ran to huddle one another, and the men in the mansion turned as white as snow.
The killer, now visible to them, no longer a myth or ghostly; stood solid and in his hands were the axe dripping of blood. They had not noticed early, but he was holding a head in his left hand, and now moving to pick up Shafiq’s by the hair. Slowly, leaving the twitching body, the killer moved back into the woods.
After regaining control of their legs, all of them shut the doors and sat quiet in the lounge. They remained silent, as words were not able to describe what they had just witness.
“Another head,” Saiful said in between his sob.
“What do you mean?” Ah Sze asked, perhaps the calmest of all the hysterical girls.
“Besides Shafiq’s, there was another head. It's Hua Chien's,” Julian completed the statement.
They sat, unmoved for hours. Hours passed and eventually the cries and sobbing wears down.
“We have to figure this out. Who this killer is, and why,” Amara said, and stood up. “I will not let myself be sitting bloody ducks, waiting to be killed”.
“How are gonna you figure this?” Julian asked, willing to try anything.
“Look, remember the story Visha told us. The one with the man, killing his wife and all that. Do any of you guys see it?”
“See what?” Saiful asked.
“Okay, from what I remember, Visha said the owner drowned his wife, burnt his daughters, dismembered people, killed himself right?” Amara jogged everyone’s memory.
“Yes, Nad told us the story in the room,” Wendy said.
“Look, Visha died in the pool, Edmond was burnt by fire, and Nad....,” Amara said but stopped. Everyone was reminded of their fallen friends and the lounge was in stillness.
“There is more to the story,” Susan finally spoke. The shaky and timid voice broke the silence.