Horror Story

Too Late

It start with all of us seeing our elders grow bigger and bigger each days. From hundred to thousand to multiple thousand.

We all living our life, peacefully. Day by day, we breath and grow beautifully.

Until one day, a massacre coming.

It start as one small screaming at the far far place. Then another small screaming. Then another cry for help, when suddenly, the scream and cry are all gone.

Just gone.

It suddenly quiet.

But it occur again the next day. And the next day. And the next day, until somehow, it become a routine in our lives.

One day, it comes from the southern side, then the next day, it comes from the northern side, far away from here.

We thought we are safe, because we are faraway from the scream. We though we will be okay, because we have each other. Until the day that we see it with our own eyes.

When the scream coming from the back. When the agony og being mutilated and skinned while you are alive send goosebump through your body. When you cannot said anything and just cry silently. When some even begs it to stop. And you know, in your mind, that it was the beginning.

Day by day, one by one being murder. Mutilated and skinned alive. Everyday, every hour. From one day turn to week. And week turn to months. Suddenly, it turn to years. Years of agony, years of massacre. From a thousand-thousand to just a few. From a few to fifty. From fifty to ten.

Suddenly, the massacre is stop. It's gone. But, the ten of us already weak, old, and sick. One by one, we let our last breath, thinking that finally we can leave this hell.

Now, it's just me. They, the massacre with weird object in their back, inject some substance into me. It makes me awake, but it never slow my time. One by one, I give them hint that I'll be gone.

So now is the time. I am bald enough, already bald from like fifty years ago. I am weak enough and I take my last breath. I feel my eyes become heavier. I feel my body crumble. And finally, I don't feel nothing.

But I still saw it, the glimpse of fear from the massacre, when the last thing that can let then breath is gone.

..can I said that I am happy?