My memories start to fade one by one. I type them into a story in order to keep
those memories alive. As I finish the last paragraph the lights go out. “Damn”
…didn’t I pay the power this month? I thought to myself. As I walked out onto my balcony to check the
power box I noticed that there’s light coming from my neighbor’s house. Annoyed
by the situation and seeing the power box seems to be running normally I slam
closed the door of the power box and storm angrily back into the house in
search of a flashlight. I noticed that
one by one, the houses around the complex start to lose power.
The blackout is quiet violent like a thunderstorm as the
sparks coming out from each electrical pole on the street. I feel something
strange is happening around here. I mean, why would the peaceful complex of Mir
have this kind of blackout? Quickly, I head to the second floor to grab the
flashlight in my room.
Arriving at my room, I find out that the door’s open. I don’t
even remember that I opened the door. I step inside; grab the flashlight and
the door suddenly shuts itself with a loud BANG. The wind coming from the
window is quite strong. As I descend from the second floor, the door of my room
seemingly opens and closes, slamming itself each times.
Stepping out from my house, I realize that the whole complex
is so silent. I don’t even hear any sound from each house. Could it be that the
people in each house decided to stay silent? Ignoring the current situation
around the neighborhood, I decided to go the nearby park. When I arrive there,
I see a recognizable and familiar man. It’s the old man I knew back when I was
a kid.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“They've come,” he says.
I don’t quite understand what he says. He is known to blabber
about those things around Mir. A loud, crash-like sound is heard by the house
behind me when I’m about to ask the old man. I turn around to see what is going
on. When I turn back again, I see that the old man is lying on the ground. I
check his vitals and I realize that he is dead. What a poor, old man. He
probably died of heart attack due to the loud sound. Or is he…?
Moments later, I question myself about what is the meaning of
the old man’s words. “They’ve come,” he said. Who are “they”? My concentration
snaps as I hear a screeching scream coming from the house behind me. Curious
what is going on, I go investigate and without any hesitation, I step into the
house.
First the loud crash sound and now the scream coming from
this house. I wonder what is going here. I step into the living room, only to
witness that the whole family was killed by something. I see a crimson floor, a
bloodstained sofa, a broken family picture, and three bodies lying here. What
surprises me is the message on the wall, written with their blood: WE COME. I’m
shocked by this because this message is not even there when I step inside the
living room. I’m just standing still; panicking then suddenly everything goes
black.
At first, I did not understand what the old man said. I did
not understand until this very moment. So… the old man refers “them” to it....
Heh, if only I could notice this sooner, I might not end up like this. Before I
close my eyes, an idea slipped into my mind. Yes, it is the name for the next
chapter in my life. Wait, maybe not the next, it probably be the last chapter
of my life. Unfortunately for me, I need to go for an eternal rest. I shall
name my final chapter: The Arrival.










