Wooden Chair

Chair 00

CHAIR 00: NIGHTMARE

"Miss? Anong ginagawa mo dito? May kasama ka ba?"

I can't help but to asked her. Pero ni isang sagot wala akong nakuha sa babaeng nasa harapan ko, nakatalikod, at nakaupo sa kahoy na silya.

I don't know where I am right now, tables, papers, wooden chairs, and fire. Parang isang silid o classroom pero napapalibutan ito ng apoy. May nagkalat na lupa sa sahig, mga sunog na papel, at kahoy. Masasang rin ang amoy. Dream? Hell yeah, nightmare.

"What an actual fuck?"

I bit my lower lip while examining the whole area. Pamilyar, kaparehong-pareho nun.

Tatanungin ko na sana ulit ang babae but. . .

She disappear. Ilang sigundo palang akong tumitingin sa paligid at nawala agad ang babae. Wala na siya sa harapan ko. Pero nakaupo parin siya sa kahoy na upuan pero nasa dulong bahagi na 'to.

"Miss?" I called her again. Still no response.

Pipi ba 'to o bingi? The hell is she doing here? This kind of place? Suck.

"Ah! Stop!" Nanlaki ang mga mata ko dahil sa sunod sunod niyang pagsigaw. Sigaw na parang nahihirapan, sigaw na parang nasasaktan siya.

"M-Miss?"

She slowly moved, unti-unti siyang humaharap.

N-No, impossible.

I can clearly see her face. Puro sugat, pasa, walang suot na kahit na ano at halos hindi na makilala but I know who is she, kilalang kilala ko siya. I can't just forget about her face.

She, the wooden chair, death.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, character, place, and some incidents are products of the author's imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual event, places, and person, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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WARNING: This story contains some vulgar words, murder, blood, etc.
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