User:Cirilanjio 1304/sandbox

It's been a tiring day of work that Wednesday. Since that my house is near my working place, I always take a walk home to save some penny.

The company where I work is in a business center and the only way you can go there is through a private vehicle or a cab. There is no public vehicle goes out from the place that is a lot cheaper for transportation. There is a public vehicle that you can ride to go the place but that requires a small walk from the drop off to the main grounds. Since I live less than a kilometer away from my work I decided to take the walk home.

My work starts at five in the afternoon till two in the morning. We are on shifting schedules and requires not so good working schedules which is the reason as to why I don't have company whenever I go home nor going to work. My coworkers are on a different shift leaving me on my own.

It was Winter that time, we don't have snow in our city but it is a very cold morning when I was done with my day of work. It is a long walk but I still manage to enjoy it since it is quiet, windy and peaceful morning. And since it is still two in the morning and in winter season, the sky is still dark. Actually it is in my favor, I'm not used to sunlight anymore for the rest of my waking hours are during evenings.

I must say it is also safe enough to walk since it is already morning it's just that only few people you will see outside.

I have my earphones on while listening to some old classic musics. I love them, they seemed to be immortal and soft to listen to. I'm already halfway of my walk when I pass this wall of a large company facility, not sure what's inside it. But it is a large area of open grassland with human tall wall that covers the area with metal barriers on top of the cement wall. On the first mural has a motto says,”A fine Art with the aid of Science is crafted from the Soul.”

It is almost a kilometer long and full of different murals divided into sections of themes drawn on its surface. They are professionally painted on the walls. There are families in a house laughing and enjoying their snacks, a busy street with a mother and child crosses the street with the aid of a traffic enforcer, a group of men playing basketball and a lot more. They are beautiful as if they are alive. There are also trees planted as well on the bank of the wall that somehow blocking some of the paintings but there are enough gaps in the trees to let the paintings to be seen.

I always walk through this sidewalk that I'm already familiar with these murals but in everyday I passed on them, they seem to be new to me, even so I still wanted to appreciate them all over again. I was in the middle of my walk through the sidewalk when I noticed that there are three consecutive busted light posts next to the light post I'm about to reach.

It is not unusual to have a busted light post but then I found it strange for the three light post were lighted yesterday. Nor did I notice there is a busted light post on that spot when I started walking pass through that part of the sidewalk with walls of murals.

But I never dwell on that single thought. It is kind of dark due to the shades of the trees that grows on the side of the wall but I never mind the darkness since there is still enough light coming from the other side of the wide road. The road is a six lane road, three on the opposite sides, enough for the light reaches the side where I am walking.

While I'm walking across the first and the second post, I suddenly felt unusual. The shade of trees is somehow darker that to expect. I also found it nonsense to think of it so I feed my eyes with the murals on the wall. In this part, the theme is farming. There is a man following a carabao on its work. Another is on his four planting seedlings of somewhat like a grass. The third is picking up fruits from a tree while the fourth is picking up vegetables from the bushes and small plants.

While at the end of the mural is a very peculiar painting of a man in black flat front slacks, long black trench coat on top of a black long sleeve button closure shirt and a dark midnight blue necktie with a black fedora hat on top of his head. His right hand is on his sides almost hidden in his sleeves and the left hand is on the rim of his hat barely hiding his eyes with a flat smile on his lips.

His complexion is whiter than the farmers on the mural. And he is definitely out of place in that part of the painting. And he really caught my attention though the image is not much clear since it is dark due to the busted light and the painting is behind the shade of a tree.

I returned my sight on my way and as I passed the second busted light post for the third I notice that fifth lighted post from the last busted light post is flickering and as I near the third busted light post I saw a silhouette of a tall man who looks familiar to me under the flickering light post. I remove my earphone from my right ear to focus my sight.

He is wearing a suit and a hat with his right hand on his pocket and suddenly raise his hand and touch the rim of his hat. Wait! Am I deceiving by my very own eyes? it's too far yet near enough to determine his characteristics. I'm not sure, there are still some few cars that is speeding through and forth the roads, not sure if I saw him accurately or just a pint of my imagination from looking at the image of the man.

I tried to look back at the painting of the man but nowhere to be found but there is a tree it may have covered by the tree from my sight. And I tried to look back at the man but as soon as the flickering stops and the light of that light post went dead the man vanished.

Then I heard a whisper softly breath in my ears.

"Don't be bothered, you're safe," a thin serene quiet voice of a lady that touches my right ear.

After I heard that I don't know how to react. It was so peaceful and calming, soothing to my very soul yet it is very unusual to hear a whisper like those. So I'd rather choose to escape. I walk faster than my pace and immediately cover my right ear with the earphone I removed.

At last I was away from that creepy, horrible place. I arrived home half past three, prepared some breakfast for something to eat. I cooked pancake, make myself a cup of milk, this will help me to have a good morning sleep. Fed my dog and watch an early morning news on TV.

After an hour my granny woke up. She makes her own coffee and toasted her own loaf bread and took the butter from the fridge. I ask her if she needs help, she said she can manage and smiled.

While she is taking a sip of her cup of coffee I approached her and join her on the table. As she looked at my face, there was a sudden horror. I was puzzled by her expression and ask her why. Is there something wrong with my face? I even tried to make a joke.

But my granny just straightens her face and reach on the inside pockets of her sleep pants. She asks for my hands and place her closed hands on my palms. She left a necklace on my hands, its silver lace is like a cashmere thread and the pendant is a silver classic key in feather design and unfathomable characters. It's so shinny like it was new silver jewelry in ancient design.

"Keep this with you always," She said to me. "You'll need this," she smiled and hold my hand.

I was perplexed of her act. "What do you mean?", I asked.

"You'll understand soon," She replied. And I leave it there.

I'm not a fancy type of girl but I keep the necklace because I simply like its design. I left it in the side drawer in my bedroom.

By six in the morning, I drawn all of the heavy curtains on my window, turn off the lights, closed the door and set myself to sleep.

I don't know how long I been dreaming but I know I'm dreaming. I dreamed that I was in an office building with high ceiling and a curved marble counter which in its looks is the main lobby help desk. Every thing around is made out of marble in any colors as I turned around. One thing I noticed, it doesn't have any door nor windows.

It only have one elevator and the button on the side indicates that this is only going up. Is this place is in the basement? I do not know. I dare open the elevator and there is only one floor next.

The travel way up took a good five minutes. The elevator is enclosed in a glass tube that is attached on the wall of the hall that gives you a wide view of the hall descending in your sight as you rise. The ceiling is so high like it was about three stories high and I'm about to reach the next level when I thought I saw a shadow in a figure of a man in a suit. He looks familiar.

On the second level is a wide and long hall from left to right. It was like an hospital hall, no, more like of a laboratory. It's clean and silent with identical doors on either left or right. I turn to the hall on the left and at the end of the hall branching out into two halls on right and left as well. I turned right this time and at the end of the hall is a right turn. It seems that the place is going on rounds. But I decided not to go to the end of that hall. Instead I stopped in front of the door in the middle of that hall.

I look around me and there are no windows also in this place. Then I heard a very soft sob coming from the door in front of me. I was curious and reach for the knob. Slowly, I turn the knob and open it. I was dark inside, pitch darkness but as I open the door it allowed some of the light. The room is immensely huge, surrounded with equipment and apparatus and a what is look liked a surgical bed in the middle? Or is that a surgical table? It don't have sheets nor mattresses and it is made out of tiled cemented table or counter.

I tried to approached this pedestal or counter or whatever it maybe and I saw stains on it. Wait, is that blood? What are they studying in this place? No, the more appropriate is who? Then I felt something have shifted on the corner of the room where a small door is slightly open on the other end of the room.

Fear ebbed inside me. I know there is something malicious thing there and I never make a second thoughts. I hastily run outside the room. And I heard him singing.

"A simple touch will cut the skin, I'll pluck the veins from within.

I'll dig deep in your flesh, and carefully not to make a mess."

I rushed towards the elevator. Keep on pressing the close button to make the door closed faster and I heard his song getting nearer.

"I'll open you up and see what you got, It seems you have more than what the others don't have."

I caught a glance on him before the door closes. Not clearer though but I was able to make out his features. And he looks familiar, wearing a long trench coat and a hat and he is holding a small knife more of a scalpel. His eyes are glowing bright yellow that leaves a trails whenever he moves.

I was terrified as my heart races. I need to get out of this place. But how? There is no way out.

As I reach the ground floor I burst out from the elevator. Dart into the walls and tried to punch every inch of it as I heard the elevator rises back. Panic took over me with nowhere to go. I push every corner of the lobby, thinking that it may break or have some sort of hidden doors. Then it came. The elevator start to descend slowly. It was dark. I'm starting to see his feet at it goes down, slowly his shadowy figure appear as the gap between the elevator floor and the ceiling widens. My heart continue to leapt, this can't be. This should not be my end.

In my fear I almost forgot one thing. This is not real. This is only a dream. I need to wake up. I slap my face hard as I can, nothing happens. I continue to batter myself in hopes to scape this place. But he is in his midway down the elevator. I can see his full shadowy figure but unable to make out his actual form. I can't still see his face but I don't even dare nor wish to.

In my desperation I raise my hands high to built a momentum and before the elevator make it to the bottom of the building I struck my legs so hard. Suddenly, I woke up, throw myself to sit, racing with my breath. I tried to accustom myself with the darkness of the room which is unusually dark. Sure thing my curtains are not that thick to cover the room in such darkness.

I also notice that my bed is cold and hard. I roam my hands on its edge and it seems it is also covered with small tiles. And that awful intoxicating smell of somewhat like drugs and chemicals. Wait, this is not my room. Then the spot light flicker on above me. The small light flowing to the half of the room, I discovered this is the same room where I saw that man. This can't be true. I need to wake up. Then I heard that song again.

"You can run but you can not hide, You can leave me behind but I will find."

Then a screech noise echoed on the other side of the wall as if a sharp thing is tracing on the wall towards the door.

"Now that I have you, I'll never let you go."

And the door creaked open. I need to wake up. Wake up! I closed my eyes and opened it. The brown wooden door, the thick heavy curtains that allow few lights, though it is dark enough. Coffee patterned wall papers. Thank God, I'm back. I need to get some water. There is something wrong, I can't move my body. My hands are limpy so does my feet.

I'm tired of this game, I need to wake up now. Then slowly the door opened in a small gap and a familiar silhouette peek. No, please. Adrenaline rushed through my veins and my chest is pounding from within. My room became dead silent and the only sound I can hear is my own heartbeat.

Help, I tried to shout but no voice coming from my mouth. Help me. I closed my eyes and all of a sudden I burst myself upright from my bed, jumping off to the floor. I looked at the door, it is tightly closed and no signs that it was opened. It was one a hell dream. I'm breathing heavily, soaked with sweat and feeling so weak as if I was drained from the very last energy. I need to have a glass of water.

I walked downstairs to drink a good five glasses of water. Is my mind is playing tricks on me? His silhouette is very the same that I saw on the sidewalk while I was walking home. I just saw this painting on that wall, then a shadow on my way home and now a nightmare with that man. I must be freaking stressed out from work that I'm having these hallucinations. I need to get some rest.

Even though I'm so tired and weak from that nightmare, I already lost my desire to sleep and my eyes are wide awake. I decided to watch on television instead. I go to the living room and on the edge of the sofa right on the floor is foot with slippers. I immediately run towards the living room to see who it was and I found my granny lying on the floor with face flush in purple and unable to breath. Pick the phone and call an emergency hotline for help. Not so long she was rushed to the nearest hospital.

It was seven in the evening by then and I haven't got a sleep since that incident. I was in the hospital waiting for the doctor from the emergency room for results. I already called my supervisor to inform him that I will not be able to go to work since that my granny is in the hospital and my mom and dad are on a holiday.

By eleven in the evening, luckily my granny is safe now. They said that she suffer from a mild stroke and her vital sign have normalize but she is in a comma. She needs to wake up with twenty four to forty eight hours to tell that she is fully recovered. Later that night, my brother came to look after my granny while I decided to go home to pack some of things in case she'll be needing them.

I also get few of my things that I'll be needing as well as I returned to the hospital. While I'm gathering all of the things I need I run through my side table and found the necklace my granny gave me. I take it and keep it in my pocket. Hopefully she'll get well soon.

Ever since I was a child I am a Grandmother's girl and I like her company so much. She is a very sweet lady. Now that I am old enough I let her live in my house as I move out from my mom and dad. She's weird at some times but I like her for what she is.

Since that my granny is in stable situation though she's not waking up yet, I started to go to the office but I don't have time to walk home since I need to visit her after my shift so I ride a cab to the hospital instead.

A week had past and still in coma, I visit my granny after my shift and I'm seated right next to her bedside. The rhythmic sound of the machine that indicates her heartbeat is the only music that fills the room. I grew accustomed to this sound for at least I know she's alive. It is the only voice that keeps on whispering in my ears that she will be okay.

It was twenty minutes before eleven and I was half asleep on her bedside from the chair, when suddenly she grabbed my hand in intense grip that made me jump from where I seated. It was tight that it leave marks on my wrist. I immediately press the remote button to call for the nurses and the doctor for emergency.

She is having seizure and wildly throwing herself on the bed still unconscious. She was in that state for more than ten seconds when the nurses came to inject her some tranquilizer to stabilize her seizure. Her hand relaxes eventually and releases my wrist from her grip.

The nurses attended to her to fix her bed and the doctor checked her vital. He came up with a simple seizure as his findings and that she will be monitored well to prevent any following convulsions. Shock and sadness flushed within me. How I wish she'll get better. I can't even take a look at her in this state.

When all the nurses and the doctor left the room, I remain standing beside her bed to look at her. While checking her serene face to drift in slumber, her eyes suddenly opened wide as if they are going to pop out and she's looking straight in my eyes. Her cornea are blank and hollow, very deep. There is small scream coming her mouth with tubes. It was more likely asphyxiated or a sound of breathing in some air. I got scared and take a few steps away from her. There is emptiness in her as well as sadness and fear.

Then her eyes rolled up leaving no cornea before it closes, her scream faded away and drop flaccidly on her bed with her head on an awkward angle to her left. Then a long continuous annoying noise echoed the room. It is coming from a familiar machine that has flat long red line on its screen. Then it suddenly came to realized that is the thing that indicates her life. I need to get some help. I press on the remote button alarm to call for nurses. I also run outside the room shouting for help. I need to get some help for her. She needs to be alive. I need her. I don't want to lose her.

All the nurses and doctors that can attend came to the room with me. They'd tried to revive her for the best that they can. They also sent her to the emergency room to revive her. And after thirty minutes a doctor came out from the emergency room to send the most horrifying news I'd ever hear in my entire life. They've done everything but no use, she's gone.

I don't believe it, she's still there peacefully sleeping from her bed. But it all dawned to me when we send her to her final destination. She's gone and there is nothing I can do nor anyone. I was devastated of her death. I misses her as I return to my home alone. The house is now silent and empty.

The next day I need to go to work, I had enough leave from work and I don't want to be left alone in my house. My colleagues had been so considerate and thoughtful and I appreciate their gestures of acknowledging my feelings. I tried to keep my self busy by the works I left when I was away so I don't have time to think of my granny. I also did have overtime for the whole week. And being so burned out by over times I always take a cab home and sleep early as I arrive home.

By Saturday, I just slept all day and watch movies later that night. And on Sunday, my friend invited me in her place for a simple celebration of her birthday. Keeping my self occupied make it easier for me to somehow ease the loneliness. Then by Monday, my Boss told me that I don't need to render overtime since there is no so much work to do. He just provide me a work that I can work on until Friday and that is a plenty of time, no need for overtimes. And I also have more available time in the office. If I tried to focus all of my time in finishing this then I will no longer have work for the next following days. That means more time for loneliness.

At the end of my shift I decided to take a walk home again, since that I'm not tire of the whole night at work and have a good rest from the weekend, I can manage to walk my way home. I also misses to do this walk since It's been a long time since I last time I did this. The same cold wind accompany me in my walk as the images of my granny flashes in the back of my mind. There it goes again, the feeling of loneliness whenever I'm alone.

"You are not alone. I'm always here by your side", words that talk back to me in the voice of my grandmother as if I heard few inches from my ears. The warmth breath of the whisper that touches my ear was so real like she was there beside me but that is impossible and I'm sure that that is just my imagination for she's gone. I sighed at the thought of it.

Then a few minutes had past I reached the long wall that have murals. The creepy memory of that man in trench coat returned to me. But then I fight it back by the reality that it was just a nightmare, just a mere dream. So I decided to feast my eyes with all the images on the murals on the wall. And I noticed there is a lot figures was added in the wall. There is a girl student that was added beside another girl student that was there before. I noticed that they are not wearing the same uniform. They are wearing two different uniform familiar to the two universities nearby.

Then on the next mural there are two new images of men in basketball jerseys added in the basketball game that was there before with different colors of jerseys as well. Are they playing on the same team? And another man wearing a spandex top and a running shorts in a jogging position. On the next is a lady in sports wear as well doing yoga in the park setting that was there before. There is a lot of images was added as if everyday another image was added for the last two weeks.

The light post that was busted before were all lighted and the side walk is brighter than before. As I reach the mural of the group of farmers, I looked for the man in trench coat at the end of the mural but nothing is there. I supposed they remove the odd painting because it is kind of awkward in the frame. I continue to walk and as I've reach the light post that is two light post away from the light post where the man in trench coat showed up before, the same light post flicker. I proceed in walking and I'm one light post away, then all of the light post from the length of the wall of murals went death leaving the only light post ahead of me flickering. Everything is covered by darkness that halted me continue walking.

And in another flicker, there he is. A clear figure of a man standing under the flickering light post, wearing a long trench coat and a fedora hat over his head covering his eyes and shadowing his face. He raise his left hand and hold the rim of his hat and small item sparkle from his hand as if he is wearing a polished ring. A batch of porcelain white teeth revealed as a smile split from his face.

Fear is not enough to describe what I am feeling on that very same time. There is malice and sinister in his smile and I can sense it as it reaches in my very core as he spoke, "We meet again. I know we will see each other again". It is the very same demonic voice of the man in my dreams. This can't be, he's just a dream, a nightmare. This can't be true, have I take a nap in the office that I dream I'm heading home? No, it is very realistic to be a dream.

"This is not a dream," He said as he answer my questions in mind. He can read my mind? The light over him stop flickering and maintained a focus light as he raise his head. And I got a full view of his face that I wish I never did. He has a ghastly white face with green veins crawling within his thin skin. He has a black thick eyebrow above his demonic eyes with dark copper cornea with deep blood red pupils burning in malice. A strong jaws that holds a long thin pale lips framing batch of white sharp teeth similar to piranhas splitting from ear to ear.

"I'm Dr. Sharp, nice to meet you", He smiled with full of malice. He walked slowly as his calmness permit. And I was rooted from where I stood aghast of this familiar yet strange figure in front of me leisurely moving near me. I need to go away from him. I need to run. I tried so hard to step backward. He's nearer now. Then I made to move my foot. This is it, run! He is now inches from me and he then raises his right hand as if reaching for me. I immediately pivot away from him and start to sprint. He was able to touch my back but didn't get hold of me. I was away now but I felt a searing pain in my back. I just realized he manage to cut my back from a very sharp object that I am unable to notice that he was holding earlier. "You can run but you cannot hide!", He shouted. It is very dark on my way back and the only light I can see is the light from where I am. A very unusual darkness, even the sky is dark with no stars nor moon. As if I'm running in a space of darkness. God, where in hell am I right now? It seems that this is not the same place that I'm walking at earlier. I can feel any grass nor any small stones of low branches of the trees nearby. Then another searing pain lash at my shoulders, then another on my lower back, and at my left side waist. He is near I can feel it. He is playing with me. Then another wound on my right leg, a gash on my lower left leg that slows me in my running. And what makes me fall from running is a sudden laceration at my right Achilles tendon as if it was being cut by a sharp scissor. I drop down the ground with my face flat down. I twist my body with my back against the ground looking for him to show up. And a hoarse laugh echoed around me, and I say around because it is coming from every corner possible. A shadow moves in front of me, I know it was him. I'm certain of that. And he makes sure I'm right, he spoke, "Now, you believe I'm real, don't you? Can't you feel the pain? Isn't it exciting to feel it burning down to your very senses?” He phase slowly towards me as his shadows cast by the light from the small light coming from the only light post. Then it flickers a few seconds and dramatically all of the light posts next to it turn on one by one. And it turns out I'm just a meter away from the light post from where he showed up. And there he is, standing in front of me with an ominous smile towards me. He raises his hand once again near to his face. As his sleeves show his hands, that is when I realize that he is not using a knife, but his bare hands! From the tips of his fingers grow vertical fingernails like the end of the scalpel with his fingers as the handle. They are very sharp that they can cut skins and as well as my tendons. It was so painful that I can't take it anymore. I tried to crawl backwards away from him as he approached but no to avail. He grabs my left ankles and sank his nails down to my flesh. I shouted in pain as he drags me across the sidewalk. But no one is around to save me. No cars nor any passerby near the place. I don't know what is happening. He walked towards the wall and pass through it like there is no walls at all dragging me along with him. Soon we reached the other side of the wall and continue to drag me across the grasses as dirt envelops me. I dare to kick to loosen his hold but that only made him tighten his grips that make his fingernails sank deeper into my flesh. And he starts to hum as he savored himself on his victory. He hauled me towards an empty building that looks like a hospital. It is well taken care off and you will think it is still in operation for the lights are on but not a soul can be seen around. No nurses, no janitor nor any guards. I'm already soiled and scratches are all over my body as he swings me over his shoulders carrying me inside. He walks through the hall of the hospital to the corner where there is a heavy door. He enters the door and locked it behind him and a long dark hall awaits us. By the end of the closed hall is a stairway to the next storey. I'm already dizzy and drowsy and about to faint. My eyes are blurring as I drifted into darkness. Suddenly, I felt so cold. I'm still alive. And I also felt a soft touch of cold metal tracing the crack of my breast down to my stomach and a sudden harsh pinch at my navel that wake me up. A familiar spot light hangs above me bathing me in the white bright light. I tried to adjust my eyes with the light and slowly looked at my body and what I see is an utter horror. My body is cut open in the middle from the center of my chest down to my navel. Skins are carefully detached from my flesh revealing my ribs and insides. I tried to shout but I can't open my mouth. I can't even move my hands. There is nothing I can do but cry. I can see how my heart pumps so hard. I'm still alive but how he is able to open me without killing me. “Because I haven't cut any of your vital points. I just cut you open. Ahaha. Isn't great?,” He spoke as he licked the blood stains that remained on his fingernails. “Good doctors must know how to cut flesh without killing its patients,” He continue as his soles echoed near where I lay. I was bounded as if my whole body is sedated. I want to shout but groans and grunts are the only sounds that is escaping my mouth. Tears continue to run down my face as he draw his fingernails to my cheeks. He traced the lid of my left eye as he slowly cutting it away from my eyes. He make sure my eyes will never be scratched my his nails. He took a tweezer to cautiously remove the lid from my eyes. He do the same on the upper lid of my eyes as my eyes are fully exposed now. It seems forever, he took a spoon with round scoop in a size of eyeballs. I was right, he draw the spoon to my left eye as he remove it from its socket. But few of the nerves and veins is attach to the eyeball so he cut them one by one as he finally remove my eyes and that is the last glimpse of my left eye on the spoon. Now it is my right eye who is only crying. I can't take it anymore. He is so happy and excited on what he is doing right now. Humming while tearing my flesh into pieces. How I wish he remove my ears so I can no longer hear him sing. I hope he just kill me quickly that I don't need to feel this agony and pain. “Oh, no no no. I won't let you die. Not too soon. I'm not done with you yet,” he uttered in tune to the humming that is doing earlier. My tears won't stop to flow. Now I'm hearing other voices. I'm starting to hallucinate. At first it is whispering my name, now it is taking my attention. “Call my name! Call my name!,” the soft voice keep on whispering in my ears. It is the same voice I heard the first time I saw his horrible man. Am I going crazy? Talking to myself? Creating a different personality inside of me to keep me a small hope that I will be saved in this sinister? “Say my name! Call me!,” it started to get louder than before. I becoming to doubt myself if this is just a fragment of my imagination or hallucination. It sounds so real. Maybe that is how my mind play on me. Making real what is unreal to escape from the reality of death. “Say it!,” one more time. “But what is your name? How will I say your name if I don't know you?,” I beginning to become crazy, talking to myself. “You know who I am. Listen to yourself. Listen within you,” She replied. How could she replied to my question? I'm replying to my own question. “How will do that if I can't even stop crying?,” I said in desperation as another tears run down my right eye. I noticed the dead silence and the a slight tearing of my flesh from the blades of his fingernails as he hum. “Listen,” calmly the voice whisper again. And there it is a small voice says, “Yaeshthara.” “Yaeshthara, is that your name?,” I asked myself. “Say it,” she replied. “Yaeshthara,” I said as a scorching heat burnt my right chest skin. I looked at the searing pain and there is my pendant lies glowing in red light as if being exposed to fire. And soon I drifted to darkness again. It is so calming. No pains, no agony, no malice and no sinister. Is this what they called heaven. I don't know I'm good enough to be here. I might find my granny here. I opened my eyes and I was standing in a large white room without doors and a large glass window that covers the other side of the wall. Wait, this is not heaven? The whole room is all in white, from the ceiling, to the walls and to the floor except to the glass wall that is totally blank. I walked towards the glass wall and it glows as if a television that turned on. There are scenes on it. Familiar scenes and place. A girl laying on the operating bed cut open and a dark man in trench coat cutting her open. Isn't that me? She's moving. I mean I'm moving. Slowly the skin crawl back to its original form, organs miraculously disappeared from its jar and wounds and scratches healed leaving no scars. And my eyes returned to its socket. Dr. Sharp was in shocked of what he had witness. And there I am stand at the foot of the bed whole and complete nude. “This is wonderfully great!,” The man exclaimed. “You are a rare subject for my experiment!,” He continued with full of joy and excitement. But my body just smile back to him. It was a mysterious smile same as the doctor smiled before. My body took a panel that hang just near the operating table and drape it cover herself. My body moves in fine details as if I'm watching a different people that is look likes me. She then look straight at the doctor and smile again. And suddenly her corneas turn golden yellow accented with black strands and fiber and an electric blue pupils in the middle. Red veins grew around the corner of her eyes and so dark green veins protrude on her cheeks while black vine like tattoos crawled across her arms down to the rest of her body. There is fire in the doctor's eyes and you can see the enthusiasm in him. She raise her hands as if beckoning him to come near, teasing and luring him. As he is a few inches from her, her fingertips grew unnaturally pointed and stone hard as if the end of her fingers are made of pure bone carve to point, and immediately grab his throat and sank her fingers to his flesh. He tried to fought back by clawing her body that is within his reach, but by every scratch he made heals immediately leaving no marks. She threw him against the wall full of jars and vials with human parts. Adrenaline rush through his body and stood in a nick of time to make an assault. He hit her in the face by the back of his palm, throwing her head in an awkward angle to her right. But she manages to gain posture. He continue to hit her, claw her, slap and punch her in any offense possible. And she continue to receive those any maintain her proper. Now he is becoming insane, ominously crazy, laughing in every assault he made. Every hit becomes stronger and heavier than the first. She start to loose her balance and finally she fall to the ground my remain calm and expressionless but a simple smile. He aim to struck her to the heart by his bare fingers but she made to catch his hands and break them in ease. The doctor shout in agony and tried to freed his hand by his other hand from her grip. He attempt to chop her hands but as well as the other hand it was caught by her other hand and throw it in the air and so the other broken hand. She stood from where she fall and grab him by the shoulder, hit him in the face and hurled him against the apparatuses at the other side of the room. Wounds and scratches covered his body and a black blood and tar like substance scattered across the room that is coming from his wounds. She grab her once again by his collar and fiercely punching and hitting the doctor, certain to kill him. Her next blow suddenly weakens and a strong irregular beat from her chest halted her on her next assault. She walks backwards from him. And another beat distracted her. She decided to run now leaving the doctor behind. But he won't let her go. He stand up and chase her. As she go out from the room, she run on the right hall. The hall is all the same that I have in my dreams but then she run on the part where I haven't roam in my dreams yet and that is on the right side of the hall. She turn right on the corner again and a long hallway awaits her. My visions are following her as she run and slowly I get a nearer view of her. Of right side of the hall is somewhat like a room with a huge glass window to see what's inside. There stood inside of the room are human models of distorted taxidermy. They were all preserved from skin down to the selected organs with somewhat like resin chemicals to make it hard like those in the science museums. They are a lot of models here and one thing that creeps me is that they are look like of those that was painted on the walls of this facility! And they are the most recent added paintings on the wall.

The girl student that was added beside the first girl student was there, half of her body was cut showing the insides of her other half. The two basketball players in a shooting position and guard position without there body skin except their faces. The man in jogging position with his stomach cut open and the lady in yoga position without her body skin as well. They are a lot of them inside the room as if they become an exhibit.

“Isn't beautiful?,” Dr. Sharp sneer at her. I'm starting to see the fear in her eyes as she keep on weakening every minute. She continue to run and he follow her slowly. He knows she's weakening. I'm getting nearer to her and as I winked she's gone. I looked around and I'm no longer inside that white room but was back from where my body was escaping. I have my body back. I need to run.

He manage to keep track of me and sprint towards me. He gave a strong blow in the face that throw me a good inches from where I stood. I tried to crawl away but he still follows me. I'm doomed he'll going to kill me. I'm almost near the corner to the elevator. Just a few inches. I need to get out of here but I'm a bit dizzy because of his blow.

“You can't get away, my dear. You are a one of my great specimens,” He shouted at me. No, I need to get out of here. I tried to gain my strength and sprint in all I can towards the elevator. But he manage to leave scratches on my shoulders as I run towards the elevator. Thank God it open easily and I made to enter it before he gets me. I descend to the same huge marbled lobby same in my dreams.

And sadly, same in my dreams, it don't have any windows nor doors as I check it while I'm descending from the elevator with glass panel. As I reached the ground, I press hold of the elevator button to maintain it on the ground. Then I found a chair nearby, sprint on it and throw it on the door of the elevator before it closes. Luckily, it got stuck and I'm still have time to think what to do next.

I roam across the lobby to look for secret doors, pat every walls but not a single tile of marble moved. I get so desperate that I tried to punch the walls but that only give me wounds. I'm starting to cry now. “Yaeshthara, where is she now?,” I whispered to myself. Sobbing for help. Then I heard a scraping sound. I looked towards the elevator on the second level and there is a small light coming from the door of the elevator.

He is starting to tear the metal door by his fingers. I got panicked run around the room. As he jump on the wall of the elevator. The first thing that came to my mind is to hide. But he can see me from where he is except that he is crawling down the walls and not looking down to the ground. “Under the table,” there is a whisper in my ear. I look at the marbled table in the middle of the lobby. And run towards it and crouched under it.

He is faster than I thought and as he reach the roof of the lift on the ground, he tear the metal roof and make his way out. I tuck myself in further, carefully hiding myself not to be found. Then I noticed that the floor is hollow so I tried to open it and luckily I found the only way out. A secret door under the table with a stairs back to the hospital hall that I last seen before I past out.

I took some of the curtains on the hall too drape it to my naked body. I heard him walking behind me, he manage to follow me, but he don't know I'm still here. I run through the grasses and it looks like the sun is now rising. The pitch dark sky is turning into a lighter indigo and it is a little colder out here. I tried to run as quiet as I can. And at last I reached the wall. I just need to climb over it.

And as I drop on the ground, two men riding a cycle had found me lying exhausted and full of bruises. They brought me to the nearest hospital and I've been out from work for almost a month. Two weeks in the hospital and two weeks in bed rest. Luckily, I have my family to take care of me and of course, I just tell them it was just an attempted rape for no contact really happened though I was found naked.

At first I tried to tell them what really happened but then they don't believe me for the building is an abandon building and no one uses it and there is also no secret passage to that laboratory. It can't even accommodate such facility due to the ruin of the building. There is also no staircase at the corner that I describe. So I just told them that some maniac tried to rape me.

Ever since that incident I always wear the necklace my granny gave me. I never walked home again after that and my shift was change to nine in the evening til six in the morning, much better than the before. At least I know sun is already up when I go home.

By the way, there is this one time when the cab I'm riding pass through that road, I can't help but to look at the murals knowing what lies behind those, I saw a new painting of two men riding a bike. Yes, the same two men who brought me to the hospital. And at the end of the mural a line was read as ”A fine Art with the aid of Science is crafted from the Soul.” Now I'm certain what is the meaning of that line.

And Yeashthara, she's still with me.