Seen

Chapter 3

Everything was new for me. My own room feels alien to me. It does kind of feels like as if I'm invading into someone's space and using their stuffs without their consent. Is it normal to feel this way? Not sure. It's the amnesia. Waking up from a coma as a brand new person is making feel over whelmed with emotions that I can’t describe. I’m a stranger in my own life story.

I opened my duffle bag to unpack. I saw my phone in there.

I was told that my phone was there during the car accident. Could it function again after that horrific crash at Old Klang Road?

It was an iPhone 7. The main enclosure of the phone is completely damaged. Several scratches on the metallic surface of that smartphone. Some sort of a black dirt is rimmed in between the scratches. It shows that my smartphone could have catapulted to certain distance on a hard-tarred road. My nano SIM card is charred or chipped if you say it in another way. A few hairline cracks were visible to the naked eyes on the screen of the phone. Zig zagged it's was towards the center of the screen.

I switched it on and it worked just fine. It miraculously survived the crash just like me. I read all of my messages from the past one month. Shortly after switching it one, a text from an unknown number popped up.

- “Hi Samantha”

- “Do I know you?”

- “You’ll know who I am. Soon…..”

- “No I’m serious. I really don’t know who you are. Please stop fooling.”

- “…….”

- “What cha gonna do? Do some scary s**t on me?”

- “……… You’ll see”

I think someone is trying to prank me. I mean there are chances of me having those crappy friends who crave for thrill or for some other kind of shitty reason. Pranking me seems to be his or her entertainment now. Because I’m so gullible.

I rolled my eyes due to my own sarcasm.

I saw that the time was 6 p.m.

Maze and my mom prepared dinner. I didn't tell them because I didn’t take the message seriously.

- “Samantha, don't be shy to go through your stuffs. There's got to be something you would remember.”

I just gave a nod. Awkwardness seems to be my second nature nowadays. It just skyrockets whenever I talk to them.

I then decided to retreat to my room to get some shuteye. Going through a whole as an amnesiac was rough. I’m perplexed at everything.

I tossed and turned on my bed. I was restless. In pitch darkness I scanned the room. I was able to guess the silhouette of all the items in my room. I began to count sheep if that could get me to feel sleepy.

All of a sudden, I heard scratching noises outside of my window. My heart skipped a beat. I looked out and saw nothing was there. I turned my gaze towards my bed and I saw this human shaped black figure standing next to my bed. In a blink of an eye, it was gone. I was perplexed again.