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White Mist

By yuhanis aris All Rights Reserved ©

Thriller / Mystery

White Mist

Based on a True Story

I was 15 years old, a freshman in a new suburban secondary school after moving from my old town I lived ever since I was born. The school was named after someone, a personage maybe, and it was decades old and I've heard there were many paranormal activities and hysteria have happened in that school. After months of schooling there, I, fortunately never experienced one. Never once in my life I wanted to meet 'them' even though I love to watch paranormal documentaries and love to know their abilities and characteristics for personal extra knowledge.

But, there was this one day that I thought I encountered 'it'.

My sister and I just arrived school. It was only seven in the morning. And that seven in the morning in where my school was located was still dark. The day was still breezy and kind of cold. And like every other day, like a routine, we would go to the loo to throw away wastes from the other night.

The loo was far at the edge of Building A. It took about three to four minutes to walk down the dark and quiet sidewalk after one or two short stairs. From afar the loo itself looked like an abandoned small building because it, too, was dark. There was no light available. The switch was still there but there was no electricity provided at the loo. It looked old, too, like the paint has already faded. I didn't know why the school even allowed us to use the washroom in the first place.

My sister and I walked passed a big classroom that was used for special case students and science laboratories before reaching the loo. Once we were there, we dropped our heavy bags and books on the floor outside the loo and left it there. We only brought our personal belongings like our wallet that contained our pocket money for the day and identity card along into the loo, afraid someone would steal it. It was dark and quiet. Anyone would be there waiting for someone to leave their belonging to snatch.

Even though I felt slightly nervous but I entered the loo without any hesitation because I couldn't wait anymore. I had to go before the bell rings. Not to mention that my sister and I had to take turns for a watch. Neither of us dared to confess that we were actually afraid of being where we were but a 'wait for me' was enough for us to be understood. After all, we were sisters. And were understand each other better than any other people.

I took the first turn. Then when I was finished, I took my sister's position for the watch out. It may sound disgusting and gross, and you would scrunch your nose and said 'ew' if I tell you this but I waited my sister in front of her stall at the cubical. With her behind my back, I waited. While waiting, I couldn't stop my eyes wandering around the dark and full of mosquitoes loo with a thumping heart as I kept telling myself not to think of anything because 'it' appears as what I think. That will lead to hysteria. And I had to remind myself I have a sister behind me and I couldn't risk us trouble.

Until one moment, I heard the sound of flowing water from the pipe that flowed through the orange water hose from the opposite stall.

The thump of my heart grew louder. I could even hear it and feel it beating loudly in my chest. I tried to calm myself down by caressing my chest gently but it wouldn't slow down. I focused my short-sightedness yet free glasses eyes on the metal orange door in front of me while thinking, 'was that sound really came from that stall (the stall in front of me)?'. The last thing I remember before getting inside the loo, there was no one beside my sister and I. I heard no running water before and I didn't see anyone besides my sister and I going or at the loo. I didn't know if I was being paranoid but what happened was real. It didn't play mentally in my mind. Why would I scare myself to create such noise in my mind?

Relax, I heard the voice at the back of my mind. I took several deep breaths to maintain my breathing and heartbeat.

The running water continued making noise as I waited and waited for the door to open, and my sister still hadn't finished yet. After waiting for long two minutes or so, I had the urge to approached the door, kick it and see what's inside. I actually knew the 'thing' inside the stall was a human but my brain didn't let me stop thinking if 'it' was another creature. That made me felt weak and I wanted to tell my sister to be faster but I didn't want to scare her. I knew, definitely, that if I tell my sister to be quick, the situation would go worser and trust me, you don't even want to know what would happen.

Finally, I heard the metal clicked. It was quite loud. I thought someone from outside could hear it. The door slowly swung and with my bad eyesight, I didn't see anything  that pulled the door. Not a human, not even a figure. And that exact moment, I felt my knees weaker. I felt my knees really shaking out of fear of ghosts and I found my breathing unsteady. The blood in my veins stopped. I knew I would've looked so pale and so scared. If I wasn't strong enough I would've already fell on the ground the moment I saw nothing behind the door. And if what I was seeing was really a ghost, I thought it was the first time ever I encountered one.

I didn't know how I managed to stand on my trembling feet as I continued to wait to see 'it'. I didn't believe myself that I had the gut to wait to see 'it'. I didn't know what encouraged me to be so brave like that but I guess it was the gene. After a few more seconds, I saw a white mist, a really white mist that I thought it was a ghost. And if it was a ghost, it probably came after me. But it didn't. My eyes trailed after the mist that took turn to the a row of sinks, nearby the entrance of the loo. Like a magic or a trick to my eyes, right there, I saw a girl dressed in a white Red Crescent uniform, standing behind one of the sinks, washing her hands.

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