Chapter 3 Female Ghost

Maria swallowed her saliva roughly. Her brain was already thinking hard to find the right answer to his question. She then smiled slightly, then stood up, stepped around the table, and sat next to Sarka.

Maria gently stroked the top of her son's head before she finally said something to answer Sarka's question. "Sarka, you don't need to think about that. It's not important for you to know who donated your eyes to you, the most important thing now is that you can see again."

"But I want to know who donated an eye to me, mom," Sarka replied quickly. "Who was the kind person who gave up their eye for me? Is that person still alive or dead? I just want to say thank you. That's all."

"No need," Maria said firmly, shaking her head. "You don't need to know about that. The point is, this person is very nice. Never mind, let's not talk about it anymore. You just got back from the hospital, Sarka. You shouldn't think too much. You'll end up getting sick."

Not getting the answer he wanted, Sarka finally gave up. He nodded languidly, although he was very curious as to who this person was who was kind to him.

"I've finished eating, your cooking is always delicious, mom. I love it!"

The praise from her son made Maria smile widely.

Sarka stood up quickly and said, "I'm going to my room. You want to ask me to do something, don't you?"

"No, I don't. You should just go to your room and rest first. Don't forget to take a shower."

"Okay." Sarka replied. Then he started walking again towards his room. Sarka intended to blame his cell phone, which was kept in his drawer. It had been six months since his cell phone had been activated, so there must have been a lot of messages.

Sarka was about to return to his room. He didn't know why he was suddenly standing in front of Alan, his brother's bedroom door, which was slightly open. Sarka stopped walking and looked through the crack in the door. There was a desire in Sarka's mind to enter Alan's room.

It was four o'clock in the afternoon. Alan was still at work. Alan usually came home at five in the afternoon, which was the earliest.

The door flew open when Sarka pushed it wide. Then, he looked back, just to make sure that Alan really wasn't home yet. There was no harm in Sarka going into his brother's room, right?

Sarka closed the door again once he was inside Alan's room. What Sarka liked about his room was that there were a lot of comics neatly placed on the shelves in the closet. Indeed, Alan was a comic book maniac. Sarka liked to borrow comics from Alan. And Alan's collection of comics had grown considerably since the last time Sarka saw him, six months ago.

Sarka moved closer to the cupboard. He was about to pull a comic from the shelf, but before he could do so, Sarka was first hit by a pile of comics that fell by itself.

"Ow!" Sarka winced softly. He looked at the floor, which was now full of comics. "How come the comics fell out of the cupboard by themselves?" Sarka asked softly. He let out a long sigh. Before he crouched down and picked up the fallen comics, Sarka first looked up.

And that's when Sarka fell backward. With his eyes wide open, Sarka's lips were already trembling. His gaze refused to move from the thing sitting on top of the comic cabinet. Sarka was about to say something, but he was struggling for words. His mouth could only open and close, no sound came out at all. Sarka wanted to scream as loudly as possible, but he was unable to. His tongue felt very tongue-tied.

What Sarka saw was completely beyond him. On top of Alan's comic cabinet, a woman in white clothes sat there, her long black hair covering her entire face. Sarka was already starting to get scared, his goosebumps were already bristling. Moreover, his entire body was now shaking.

Cold sweat quickly broke out from Sarka's temples. "Who are you?" Sarka ventured to ask the long-haired woman wearing long white clothes a question. Her legs were completely invisible, floating, and transparent.

Sarka swallowed harshly. With fear completely taking over his body, he saw that the woman sitting on top of the comic cabinet, the woman he was sure was not human, slowly showed her face.

It felt like Sarka wanted to scream as loudly as possible, but he couldn't do it. It was too difficult.

The woman's ghostly face was covered in blood along with worms mixed with pus, making Sarka feel like vomiting his guts out. The unpleasant odor quickly made Sarka unable to stand it.

While closing his eyes as tightly as possible, Sarka recited a prayer silently. Whatever prayers he had memorized, he just recited them. Sarka's body shivered even more. The air around him also suddenly felt gloomy and gripping. Sarka realized that the woman he saw earlier was a creature from another world. As proof, his face was completely abnormal. Blood, pus, and worms are all mixed together. Very creepy and disgusting. Not to mention, when Sarka opened his eyes, the female ghost had disappeared.

Sarka looked around him with his heart racing. His breathing was already irregular. He didn't know how long he held his breath in fear.

"She disappeared?" Sarka muttered softly. His eyes became more alert, and he was afraid that the creepy woman would suddenly reappear.

"I didn't disappear, I'm here."

The soft whisper in a hoarse voice sounded right in front of Sarka's earlobe. He was creeped out, and slowly he ventured to turn his face to the side. He immediately jumped in surprise. He staggered away. The female ghost's face was so close to him that now she showed off her smile very widely, all her teeth were black. The creepier her face became.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Sarka squeaked softly, desperately clinging to his courage.

"I am the guardian of this room. Can you see me?" the female ghost replied.

"There's no way I can't see you!" Sarka replied quickly. "You look very clear."

The woman let out a long chuckle, which made Sarka's hair stand up again. "Glad someone can finally see me."

"Answer my question, who are you?" Sarka asked again.

"I already answered your question earlier, I'm the one waiting in this room."

"Who are you?" Sarka moved backwards, keeping as much distance as possible from the creepy female ghost.

"You seem to be afraid of my disgusting face." The long-haired woman giggled again before she finally appeared with a new face. This time, it was better. Her face was only pale. There was no more blood, pus, or that disgusting worm. Everything had disappeared. "It's better, isn't it?"

Sarka still couldn't believe she could change her face in such a short time. And Sarka was even more incredulous that he was currently interacting with an invisible being. This is crazy!

"How can you do that?"

"Sorry, I think I scared you. Don't worry, you don't have to go overboard, I won't get you hurt."

"Who are you?!" Sarka shouted once again.

"People call me a kuntilanak, but I have a name. Would you like to meet me? I'm Gwen, what's your name? I feel lucky to have met you. You are special to be able to see me, who is no longer alive."

Sarka's throat choked up upon hearing that. He still felt a little anxious, although he was not as scared as before. Now Sarka could relax a little more.

"You're a kuntilanak?"

"Don't be afraid, I'm not that scary."

"But you are!"

"No, I disagree. See, now you're not scared anymore. What's your name?"

"You don't need to know my name!" said Sarka.

The female ghost smiled sarcastically, then she levitated again and ended up sitting on top of the comic cabinet like before. Sarka was wide-eyed to see it right in front of his eyes. This was so strange that Sarka could not have expected it.

"Your name is Sarka, I already know it. I just wanted to test you." The pale-faced female ghost now showed off her black teeth.

"How did you get my name?" Sarka asked softly.

"I told you that I'm the one waiting for this room. You come back and forth here so often, I already know you. You are Alan's little brother."

"Why can I see you? This is... strange."

"You're still afraid of me?"

"Not so much anymore, because now I feel like I'm talking to a fellow human."

"Good, that's better. Because I hate being called a ghost, a curious spirit, or whatever. You don't have to be afraid anymore, maybe we'll meet more often."

"Why can I see you? I couldn't see ghosts before." Sarka held his head, which was now feeling very dizzy.

"Because now you have an advantage. We can be friends, I'm not bad. I'll be good as long as people don't bother me."

"Why are you here?"

"Because your brother is here, I like him. You know, Alan is perfect. He's a handsome guy, and I like looking at him. You yourself are also not less handsome than him, but I prefer your brother, who has grown up. You're still a kid, I'm not interested."

"Leave him alone!" Sarka was angry. He looked displeased at the Kuntilanak ghost, who openly admitted that she liked his brother. This sounded so crazy and reckless.

"I can't possibly be him. How could I do that? I like to see him when he's sleeping, reading comics, or watching movies. And what I like even more is that I like peeping at him when he's taking a shower."

"You crazy ghost!" Sarka cursed in annoyance. At first, he was scared, but after a while, the female ghost who was sitting on top of the comic cabinet became very annoying.

"Sarka, who are you talking to?" A voice that Sarka recognized suddenly sounded. Sarka quickly turned his face towards the source of the sound. Sarka widened his eyes in surprise. He stared at Alan, who was now standing in the doorway with his forehead folded and his eyebrows almost together.

Sarka did not know what to say.