An original story. The girl i met. Read.

It was a cold day.

The sky has juz stopped crying.

Maybe it has run out of tears, i guessed.

i was strolling in the park.

a boring stroll.

the breeze made me feel i had no skin.

in the corner of my eye, i saw someone.

i knew that someone was a she.

she had long hair.

black long hair.

she was sitting across the pond.

the silent pond.

perhaps the organisms inside were afraid of the dark, i guessed.

she sat there like a statue.

a white statue with black long hair.

the park was abandoned.

abandoned by the joggers who came in the morning and sometimes evening.

anxiety has overwhelmed me.

it has contolled my legs.

my legs were heading for the white statue.

silent fills the night for a moment as i stopped walking.

i felt strange.

i am now just a few steps away from the white statue.

the white statue with black long hair.

i approached her.

i tapped her back.

a PONTIANAK .

come out, come out, wherever you are...