Don’t Be Afraid of the Dark. What? Wait!!!!!!!!!

Good night readers, what’s up? My name is Imam Khasbany (actually the last word is using “I”) and now, yes now, I can’t sleep and I don’t know why and you don’t ask me why. Xoxo JK LOL.  Tonight it is 1.04 AM and I still have my eyes opened. I have tried to sleep since three hours ago but I can’t and it is exacerbated by my friend by turning off the light in the front room. Well, actually I sleep in the middle room (Is it right I use term “middle room?”) and two of my friends sleep in the front room. Okay, straight to the point, my friend is turning off the lamp when I try to sleep and I think that is not cool. Why? Because I have dark-phobia. What?????????????????? Yes you (might) scream “what????????????????”. OK frankly and candidly I used to sleep in the dark when I was child. My mom always turned off my lamp’s room when I was about to sleep but I don’t know why when I am grown-up I got this kind of phobia. Well, let me remember, I think I have a reason in my finger, I mean in my mind why I don’t like to sleep in the dark (again).

It is long time ago (in the snail world :D). Actually, it was four years ago. I had just graduated from my senior high school then at that time. After graduating from my high school, I got a habit to sleep in my grandma’s house, I didn’t like to sleep in my own room in my own house. I didn’t know why. But it was kinda comfortable to sleep in my grandma’s house. There are three rooms in my grandma’s house which is just one room that was being occupied until I slept there. My favorite place to sleep in grandma’s house is in the family room. Because the room is bigger that other rooms and also there are television and mattress there so that I could lying while I was watching television.

So what is the story? Not yet, not yet, the paragraphs above are just the introduction. What is the thesis statement then? What??? Don’t tell me “thesh*t statement” because I don’t give a sh*t with that. Hahaha, kidding everybody.

Well, it was in the night of Ramadhan. I love Ramadhan because it is a gifted month for me. In the Ramadan night, it is always a tradition in my family to gather around in my grandma’s house after breaking the fasting (buka puasa J) to take a taraweh (taraweh is kind of salat or pray which is only done in Ramadhan)pray. After doing taraweh pray, at that night, all of my grandma’s family member was back to their own house, it just my grandpa, me, and my little niece that were left in the family room. My grandma had already been sleep at that time. I, grandpa, and my little niece watched TV at that night and after a while, we were sleepy and then we decided to sleep. And before sleeping, as usual, my grandpa turning off the lamp. And it was just the lamp in the praying room that was on at that time. (The praying room was located beside the family room.) I think, at that time I got a sound sleep but I think again that I didn’t because I didn’t know what time was that when I was awake. But it was just weird, horror, and blood-curdling. Why? Because I was stiff at that time when I awake. I couldn’t move my hand, my feet, or even my fingers. All I could do at that time was just opening and closing my eyes. Well at that time, I tried to calm down. I took a breath slowly, and breathe it out, again and again and slowly. I wish at that time I could have moved my body. But it was just naught. I was still stiff.

Well, I tried to calm down again and I was about to try to take a breath again when suddenly my eyes caught a shadow coming from the praying room. Oh my God, what was this? Never had I experienced it. It was just frightening. I tried not to look over the praying room, but I didn’t know why my eyes moved by itself and saw the praying rom. No, I felt that my heart just stopped beating when I saw the praying room. It was just more horrifying than what was just shown in the Television and it was just more scary that the ghost that I had read in the scary comic.

She was a woman, long-haired woman. The hair was long so that it covered her face and I just could see the hair that was hanging over the face. Her cloth was white and it was kinda a dress. And it was the scariest part that I have to tell. It was that she was crawling, and she was crawling toward me. I could see her clearly because my eyes and my neck didn’t want to move. I could see that she was approaching me. And when she was about to reach my face, fortunately, I could move my neck and my eyes from looking over the praying room.

I was glad at that time when I knew that I could avoid to see her. But my happiness was not long. Because when I glanced over my head, I saw that she was sitting beside my head and I could feel her hair touched my cheek. Oh my God, what kinda curse this was, I thought at that time. I tried to recite some ayats. But, it was despite the allegations that she could repeat the ayats

Note: I finish typing the story at 1.57 AM, and I fell that when I am typing, there is someone watching over me in my back. I don’t want to care