Just after I dried my body, I picked my towel and heading towards my room. Making sure that the house is secure, I checked for the locks. And so, I stretched my hand out to reach for the switch to turn off the lights. But before my finger could hit the surface of the switch the entire house went pitch dark. My heart leapt enthusiastically and with my heart throbbing unnaturally fast. “Just a black-out” I ridiculously convinced my self, unfortunately it wasn’t working at all. So I doubled my step towards my room without turning my head anywhere just focusing my brain that my feet are hitting solid floor. I have five more steps up and I’ll be heading west to my room. But just after my fifth count another stair up added, a miscalculation. But there’s one more, another one and another one and more stairs are added. My God! When was the last time they added the stairs. Just this morning? This afternoon? or just now? Just perfectly now to scare someone like me?
I paused for awhile. The throbbing of my heart never have the chance to paused for a little while, because if that’s happen? I’ll be cold dead now. The extra cold water I used for my shower never helps to dry any sweat my pores were releasing now. I perspire just so fast, flooding my neck and soaking my nose. A faint smile painted in my face, just a convincing factor, but then again I perfectly failed to do it.
I am very much sure that the stairs are just twenty steps higher, but according to the present trance I have now, more than thirty is the perfect count. I know that there is some one in this house exists, more than just me, more than just the cobwebs and the dust. I run higher, higher than my mind could accept. I cannot see anything, the light had not come back yet. I’m scared now, very much scared. My knees were trembling, my mind is frantic and I am totally in panic. I cannot breath normally, I’m hyperventilating and claustrophobia is attacking me. It feels like walls are drawing near me, squeezing every inch of my flesh and cracking every bone I have. “No! Please stop, help me please” a shout for help. I couldn’t run more, I’m sure more stairs are waiting there for me. I just have to wait until I have someone to notice me out. From the very edge of almost infinite stair I can see a familiar silhouette, a human figure in the dark heavy robe which I think who can help me. She is the woman who keeps on appearing in the ruined church of the town. And I called out for her, she can’t hear me. She is just standing straight in the edge, nothing bothers her like a mannequin, mute, blind and lifeless. But I’m still hoping she can help me. So I reached my hand out for her, stepping more stairs higher to touch her dark heavy robe. In my surprise, the stairs have not multiplied but instead making my way up to the human figure like an escalator. I could feel the rough texture of her robe, anxious to give an attention I pulled the robe out of her. And revealing the simplest horror I have ever seen. A face of a human, pale like paper as the only light figure in space I am standing. With pitch black eyes, it is as if a hole deep into nothingness. And an open mouth which in a sudden small flesh eating beetles coming out of her mouth eating her mouth out until it reaches her nose until the eyes were eaten too. Until she vanish, cold and static killed by the beetles to death.
Shocked eyes and open mouth painted my face accompanied by a repulsive scream. And I can’t feel nothing, just the blowing wind from my back, because I’m falling into a space and a thud of my whole body snaps the whole event into a silent darkness.
Then in a sudden it feels like I’m hovering and room full of light and crowd of people welcomed my eyes. I went closer into a space which I could see a box, a box elaborately decorated my gold and silver linings and flowers around it and I finally realize it a coffin. Closer and closer I could see my face beneath the clear glass. Now, I’m dead, cold and lifeless. And I could see my mother sobbing in pain, crying for grief and comforted by my father. “I saw him just at the bottom of the stairs, flooded with blood. Our son is dead!” then he cried out again. And as I turn my head back, there I could see the same figure I saw in the edge of the stairs whispering into my ears “Let’s go home because you are already mine, MY LOVE”.
