Horror Story MS

When someone dies in your dream, where will he go? Will he go to the next life, or will he vanish with your memory and awareness? That ridiculous question never crossed my mind, except every time I came back to town and found Nurul Romayani sitting in his yard, sometimes dreamily, sometimes combing his long black hair.Nurul Romayani is a girl from a very distant place. Since coming here, he was taken to a mental hospital even though then fled. After repeated attempts to capture him, they surrendered and left Nurul to live in his parents' home. Fortunately, in addition to being a mockery of children, he never made a troublemak let alone attack people. He was not like any other crazy man hanging around half naked and laughing at everyone he met. Even if he was out of the house, he would wear clean and neat clothes, often even with pretty makeup. When they encounter other people, he will see the person's face for a few seconds, then back down in embarrassment, realizing that the person is not his lover he is looking for.At first I knew Nurul from Johan, my neighbor one year older. At that time I was in high school and quite familiar with Johan who has become a student. In addition to helping me often with school work, he also considered me as his own sister. She often talks about her personal problems, including her romance and her parents' quarrelsome problems. But none of Johan's stories are so strange, as strange as the story of a dream that he experienced one night."There are women who die in my dreams," he said as I was visiting his campus to return a book.In her dream, she became a woman, a wilted village flower because her lover was killed a day before their wedding day. According to him, all the years of life as a woman he dreamed of in just one night. Starting from his childhood, his teenage years, until the moment he died committed suicide. It may be true that the time dimension in the dream world has a different size than the real world.The longer, the story becomes more detailed, as if he was telling his own past. When telling a meeting with her boyfriend, Johan looks like a girl in love; his eyes lit up, his smile broadening, maybe even a little red hue on his face. I know he's a normal boy, because that's what his expression made me cringe. Then he told me that his lover in the dream was found murdered blood by the river. The culprit is another man who is jealous of their relationship. He said he still remembers the poison he drank in front of his lover's grave. He could still feel his choking throat, his hot eyes, and his collapsed cheek struck the ground with the flowers. After that, he awakens from his dream."My name in the dream is Nurul Romayani," he said.At first, I did not really take Johan's dream seriously. To me, it was just a memorable dream that he would sooner or later forget. But from then on, I witnessed a change in Johan."Until now, I still think I am Nurul Romayani," he said breathlessly. At that moment he had just screamed from seeing a woman's face with a foaming mouth as she looked in the mirror. I began to suspect that the dream was not an ordinary dream.Johan often daydreaming and crying alone. He avoids me every time I talk to him, even quit college for no reason. According to his parents, Johan's body temperature increased high and he had fallen into a coma for one day. After coming home from the hospital, he can not be invited to communicate again.One night, when I came home from shopping in a 24-hour supermarket, I saw someone walking staggering at a crossroads. At first I did not recognize it, but when our faces close together, I'm sure it's Johan. She was wearing a white oversized dap that she might steal from her mother's wardrobe, while her hair was long left to the shoulders. I thought maybe it was because of her unstable mental state that she did not care about looks. But strangely, I can not see a mustache or beard on his face, as if he shave it every day. As I watched closer, her lips looked redder than usual.I tried to talk to him, but he looked dazed, his eyes watching me like he saw someone he just knew. Then what comes out of his mouth is not an answer, nor a word I can understand. There was a scream sliding out of his mouth, and the scream sounded like a woman's voice. My body shivered at the sound of it, my feet fixed on the ground. Johan - or rather Nurul Romayani - ran away from me with an increasingly long scream, then transformed into an echoing crying at the end of the road.A few months later, I graduated high school and moved out of town to study. I had wanted to see Johan before moving, but his parents forbid. They say Johan does not recognize anyone anymore. He is like a man possessed by a ghost. More precisely, the ghost of the person who died in his dream.Nurul Romayani this time is not blurred. He sat down in front of me, looked at me for a few seconds, then looked down. I'm not the lover he car. I do not know where the man is. Could anyone have dreamed of the death of Nurul's lover, and now also being possessed? Perhaps the only way to make Nurul happy is to get her into the person her lover is possessing. Even if my theory is right.I dared to touch Nurul Romayani's face, then lifted it up so I could see it again. Her face is very smooth, her eyes are round and beautiful, not a single bit of the remains of Johan I've ever known. If Nurul moved into this world after death, then where did Johan go?That night I went home to my parents' house, ate Mother's cooking and accompanied Dad to watch a soccer game. We talked about Nurul Romayani, about Johan, and about Johan's parents who are beginning to understand the condition of his son. According to Mother, Johan's parents now never quarrel again and already consider Nurul as his own son. Moreover, he said, Johan's mother had indeed wanted a daughter.I slept in my long-slept room, then I dreamed. I dreamed of being a man. The man, or rather me, killed someone by the river. I stabbed him with a kitchen knife and threw the weapon into the river. I ran, hid, and scared half to death, until finally a group of people managed to find me. They beat me, stomp my body, make my ribs feel crushed. I heard the police sirens in the distance, but everything was getting dark. Then I woke up.Over the next few days, I tried to forget the dream. But my voice became heavy, my weight increased, and a thin mustache grew faster in my normally smooth, hairless face. Fear hit my consciousness. Every night I shivered at the dream. I am in that dream is a poor man who is misguided because of jealousy.When a few days later I met again with Nurul Romayani, I felt a different sensation. It was the night after Isha, we passed in the middle of the road, and Nurul Romayani no longer looked down in shame after staring at me. He glared and clenched his fists. Through that look, I just understood that all this time the face he was looking for was not the face of his lover.

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