Mysterious lady in the black masquerade

Evan a young man had attended to a masquerade party which was going to be held at the palace. He was alone without anyone to dance with. He searched for a lady who also didn’t have anyone to dance with. He found a lady without anyone to dance with in a black masquerade and in an elegant black gown. Evan walked up to her and said, “Don’t you have any men to dance with?” Evan asked.

The lady looked at him and said, “No. No I don’t.” “Would you like to dance with me?” Asked Evan. The lady gave him a sweet smile and said, “I’d love to.” So, they dance.

After they danced they got some drinks and went to the balcony. “Excuse me but I haven’t gotten your name.” Said Evan.

“Oh yes. My name is Jemma. What’s your name?” Said the lady.

“My name is Evan.” Said Evan. Jemma smiled. And drank. They talked and talked. “Would you mind taking off your masquerade so that I could see your face?” Asked Evan. “I’m sorry but no. What I am should be kept a secret.” Said Jemma. “But why?” Asked Evan. Suddenly, Jemma’s eyes glowed in red colour. Evan rubbed his eyes. Jemma’s eyes turned back to normal.

‘What is she actually?’ Said Evan in his heart.  

“AAAAAA!!!!!!” Shouted somebody from inside the palace.

“The palace is on fire!” Shouted another.

Evan and Jemma looked at each other. Before they could move, people had already gone onto the balcony. They started pushing everywhere. Suddenly, Jemma fell from the balcony. “Jemma!!” Shouted Evan.

“Evan!” Shouted Jemma. Her voice died out moments later. Later the fire was out. People started looking for Jemma. But never found her. All they could find was her black masquerade. 

Ignored

"Tick, Tack! Tick, Tack! Tick, Tack!" Went the shoes of my high heels. I was walking into my office to do my boring work again. Same boring day and same boring life. I groaned as I reached my office door. It was always the same. 

But, today was different. As if no one could see me. Almost like I was invisible. I told one of the workers to send a document to someone but they didn't respond. I was talking to my friend but she also ignored me. I began to feel as if I didn't exist. 

When I had finished working, I decided to not use the bus this time in case if the bus driver also had the same attitude as the people at work. Instead, I walked back to my apartment. Besides, my apartment wasn't far away anyway. So, I walked. 

When I reached my apartment, I went up using the elevator. When I reached my apartment door, I finally knew why everyone was ignoring me. I saw my body that had a knife in the chest lying in front of the door... dead. 

Midnight drive

I was on the way back home from my village. I had been there for a week and decided to go home. It was in the middle of the night. 11.00 PM. I could feel myself regretting leaving my parents’ house at this time. My eyes were fixed on the road. Even though all that I could see was pitch black.

As I drove back home, I finally saw a lamppost. But alas, it was broken. That wasn’t all that I saw. I saw, a figure in white crouching on the top of the lamppost. I narrowed my eyes at the figure. From a far it looked like an owl. But when you look closer, it’ll look like a lady sitting on the top of the lamppost.

Feeling scared, I drove faster; not wanting my imagination to go wild. When I finally felt safe, I looked behind. Guess what…

The thing in white was following my car. I screamed in horror as I drove faster and faster. Just to check, I turned back, the white figure wasn’t there. I breathed of relief.

“Bang!”  Went the roof of my car.

“Aaaaa!!!!” I shouted. I could see a head slowly coming down in front of my windshield. It was smiling.

I drove even faster until the white figure fell of my car – I thought so.

I continued driving until I reached my house. I didn’t take out my bags. I straight away ran into my house, jumped on my bed and covered myself with my blanket. I had seen enough today I told myself.

The next morning I woke up. I decided to go for a drive to take my mind out of last night’s incident. As I was getting into my car, I noticed a piece of paper on my wiper blade. I took the paper, unfolded it and it read: I’ll be waiting.

Try and see what is on the lamppost... 

I promise.

15 December 2015

It was 5 days before Lauren’s birthday. Lauren and her father were crossing the street to go back home.

“Promise that you’ll get me a camera for my birthday dad.” Said Lauren.

“Yes Lauren. I promise.” Said Lauren’s father.

“I know dad. You always keep your promises no matter what.” Said Lauren as she cracked a smile.

“Honk! Honk!!!!!!!”  There was a car on the road driving recklessly.

“Lauren look out!” Shouted Lauren’s father as he pushed her far away from the road.

“Boom!”  It was the sound of somebody getting run over by a car.

Lauren looked back as she saw that her father was lying down on the road lifelessly. Lauren watched in horror as blood came out from her father.

People that saw the incident, helped to calm down Lauren and also call an ambulance. Someone helped to send Lauren home after calling the ambulance.

17 December 2015

Lauren’s father’s funeral was held. Tears were shed. Mostly by Lauren. “Why before my birthday dad…” Lauren mumbled several of times.

20 December 2015

It was Lauren’s birthday. Lauren didn’t come out from her room at all on that day. She stayed in her room. Remembering her beloved father. The promise that he made to her. Now, it just couldn’t be done. She cried herself to sleep on that very night.

The next morning…

Lauren woke up still sad about her lost. As she sat on her bed, she saw that on her bedside table was a box. She opened the box. Inside the box was a camera. Next to camera was a note. It said: 

It's just like you said Lauren. I always keep my promises.

Love, dad. 

Meeting him again

“You?” I said surprised looking at him again.

“You?” He asked back. Looking as surprised as I was.

4 years ago…

“This is my last day here.” I told my classmates.

I waved good bye at a boy by the name of Yusof. He didn’t wave back. I guess he didn’t see me. We both went our separate ways. He went to Shah Alam while I went to Terengganu. Schooling at a different school for 4 years. I never had forgotten anyone in my class including him. I was always thinking when I could see them again including him.

4 years later…

I moved back to KL and went to this new school that my grandma had heard from her friend. Her friend’s husband was the one who was planning on making the school. His name was Shaharom. Just by listening to the name, it reminded me of someone. I just couldn’t put my finger on who.

I went with my mom to buy my uniform days later. Suddenly, I heard someone say the name, “Yusof!”

At that moment, my heart pounded. Was it him or was it a different person. I looked in front. In front of me was a recognizable face. It was Yusof!

“You?” I said surprised looking at him again.

“You?” He asked back. Looking as surprised as I was.

“But you? But how? But why?” I said.

He didn’t move. He stood in front of me with his mouth wide opened as if he was waiting for a flies to fly into his mouth. I pointed at him. No knowing what to say.

His mother broke our silence by calling him. Yusof didn’t say anything but ran to his mother.

“Was that Yusof?” My mom asked happily.

I only nodded. Still not knowing what to say.

12 Jan 2015

School started. Again, I saw him. In the same class as him. We were primary four.

“Sorry for acting weird in front of you a few days ago.” He said.

“Yeah… Me too…” I answered.

Now we both are primary five, still in the same class, same attitude and same surprised feeling. When will it end?   

-The end-