[ST] The Show

Name : Azhann Rosmin
Class : LGB3A
Semester : 3
Title : The Show
Word Count : 1900 words
Category : Story

No one – not even his very own mother – knew what had befallen Rick Evans that night. The policemen searched his room to no avail and with rehearsed tones did they say to her, “We couldn’t find him, ma’am.”

Rick was a teenage boy with an addiction to ghost stories. He found the feeling of being scared silly by these paranormal experiences and fiction tantalizing. To an extent, he never found himself not wishing he could experience the things the people on those stories do. He kept wishing he did. And by some unnatural means, he got what he wished for.

It was late at the night. Rick was alone in his bedroom with his laptop propped neatly in front of him on the floor. He was on one of those sites where people would post their personal experiences with the occult and the paranormal. He was shaking a little but he liked it. He enjoyed it like some kind of exhilarating drug.

He was on his 7th story of the night and as he finished reading the last sentence (usually the scariest one), he shuddered and grinned. He left the lights off of the room earlier to add to the frights he would get. He didn’t worry. He wasn’t even afraid of the dark. He should have.

The most recent story he read was about cats and mirrors. He found out that cats have similar eyesight to human beings. But they have numerous extra receptors. This leads them to be able to see almost clearly in darkness as they see in a brightly lit room. This superior sense adds to many others that makes cats close-to-perfect predators.

The post continued about mirrors – of how they reflect the images of us and at times show things that are not to our liking. ‘Are they really?’ was the first among a few questions enlisted in the post. Are mirrors actually showing us what we see? Rick remembered reading one post about how a man tried to wipe off a fingerprint from his bathroom mirror. Upon the end of his unsuccessful wipes, only then he found out that it was imprinted on the other side. That post made him go frightful every time he faced a mirror. But again, he liked it.

The post questioned its readers whether have they tried making a cat look straight into a mirror before. When tried, cats usually avert their gazes away from the mirrors. “Ever wondered why?” it asked.

There seemed to be whispers and talk about how cats can see things through mirrors, the post continues. -Rick was half excited when reading this - But scientists all over claimed that cats only dislike the reflection caused when light bounces off the mirrors – in regards to their predatory sight. As so, the claim that cats can ‘see’ was shrugged off.

Rick thought about it. He tried making one of his cats look into a mirror once before but in a playful manner – never serious. He decided, while he was thinking about the post, that he wanted to try again and wait and see of what might happen. Maybe a ghost would show itself, he wished. He shouldn’t have.

[SS] Voices

Name: Azhann Rosmin
Class: LGB3A
Semester: 3
Title: Voices
Word Count: 556 Words
Category: Story
Brief Summary: N/A


I hear voices. They come from the other side of my bedroom door. I’ve been hearing them for a while now. The voices are always bickering at each other – like some sort of dispute erupted and they haven’t ended it for a long time. I keep hearing them at nights, especially like tonight. I was sound asleep and was awaken by them – the voices. I never braved myself before to go out and find the source but once, I had.

It wasn’t fruitful at all. I was partly mad at the voices for waking me up and a sort of blind fury took over. I jumped out of bed – not bothering to slip on my slippers – and went straight to the door. But then, I stopped dead. I held my face close to the wood of the door and I could hear them quite clearly, though I couldn’t make out what they were saying.

I lowered my ear to the door and tried hard to distinguish any word or slang or dialect I could. But to no avail. They seemed to bicker nonetheless.

But what shocked me the most that night was that I found out they were more than many of the voices that were present. It was like they were hundreds. We live in a regular apartment where everything is regular. The rooms aren’t too spacious, they are comfortable enough. And most of the rooms connect with the living room which held a few pieces of furniture and an old TV set. It couldn’t fit ten people not to mention a hundred.