Name: Faridz Zulfikar Rahmat
class: 9F
teacher : Mrs. Rahayu

‘’ SOMETHING ‘’

 He sat in the study chair located in the room. The man with short hair was working on a story for a weekend assignment. While listening to a song that could be used for thinking. He stared at his monitor with a casual face and occasionally sang. At the edge of the computer, a glass of strawberry juice that was almost finished with the jelly already visible at the bottom of the glass, then he finished it. A few minutes later someone called him downstairs. The black-eyed man took off his headset and got up from the chair to go downstairs. The door to the room had already been passed, now he was at the top of the 4th staircase. It was dark downstairs, so he had to turn on the switch near the kitchen door. 

   Cekleek... the sound of the slightly stuck light switch he pressed using his forefinger. The lights instantly turned on brightly, illuminating the darkened area of the house. For a moment he saw several hands being pulled into the shadows. Not finding anyone, he returned to his room with a kitchen knife that he took. He turned off the downstairs lights that were still on, then he ran as hard as he could to the stairs that were illuminated by the room lights. Before reaching the stairs, a black hand suddenly grabbed his left leg firmly, but he was able to let go. When he turned around for a moment, not just one, but a lot of black hands appeared on the walls, floor and dark areas. One of them pulled the collar of the shirt, the man's movement was hampered because of the black hand. As if he was used to it, he swing the right hand holding the knife very quickly. Feeling pain, the black hand released its grip. An opportunity for the man to escape immediately.

   He then locked his room. Letting the hands take over the whole downstairs. The clock showed 17.46. The man wearing casual shorts sighed. He sat back in his study chair and continued his end-of-week assignment as if nothing had happened. In his mind ''if only she hadn't called me downstairs, this wouldn't have happened... but never mind I'm used to it''. The man looked back at his monitor screen. Visible on the left side of his keyboard was a birthday letter from a girl of the same age named Yuki.  

When he got to the end of the story, the man with a rather small body pressed the enter button on the right of his keyboard and positioned his writing to be in the middle. He also typed the word "the End". Instantly the power in his house went out, making all corners of the room filled with darkness. Taking out her cell phone and pressing the flashlight feature to illuminate at least a little corner of the room. he pointed it forward. The man's flat face instantly changed as he saw "her" in front of him smiling. The hand holding the flashlight suddenly went limp and dropped the phone. The room was again enveloped in darkness. After a while, the power came back on. But there was no one in the room. The computer monitor came back on and displayed a family photo. The heads of all of them except the man had been covered by a thick red scribble, then accompanied by the head of the man also crossed out with the same red color. under the photo the words "the end" were written.