1 Horror Chapter 1 : The Birthday

Today is my birthday. I am really grateful to have friends and family that care for me. I have received a few gifts as well.

It is always the same, from the moment I open my eyes on my birthday till the time I close my eyes; so excited from the morning I wake up, going to school waiting for my friends' greetings, shyly receive the greetings from friends, receive a few gifts from friends with guilt, reach back home, doing whatever I want til dusk. And as soon night falls, I have dinner with family. Afterwards, mom call me out of my room, mom brings cake with litted candles on it, they sing songs, I blow candles out, cut cake, serve pieces of cake, eat cake receive gifts. Then, everything goes back to normal. Nothing special. As if I were in the spotlight for just a moment.

Sometimes I wonder if my birth was also the same, joyful for just a moment. But if it's my death, the feeling will always lingers. Those are the negative thoughts I have for birthdays, but I don't think that I am a negative person though.

But every birthday is the same, and that did not end there. Like I said, "from the moment I open my eyes on my birthday till the time I close my eyes". My mom would scold me to go to bed like every night, but since it is my birthday, there is another reason why I need to go to bed and mom would tell me to go to bed earlier tonight.

Lights off, air-condition on, bed neat.

Time to sleep.

It started happening "recently". By recently, I means it's been happening a few times. It happens everyday on my birthday. By now you could understand that it started a few years ago, 4 to be exact, it happened 3 times already. In the night, there would suddenly have a knock on my window, a quick two knocks on my window, and it happens every birthdays I have since that day.

You see, last year, it happened on the same day but at that time my lights were on. I was chatting with a friend of mine. When it happened, it didn't stop after just a quick two knock but repeat; one-two, one-two, one-two.

Now, I am laying on my bed, and my bed is positioning beside my window but I could see the window the view I have laying down, but maybe I could get a little sight of my window from the mirror in front of my feet now.

I do not what will I happen this time but if I'm gone by tomorrow, I would like my beloved to know that I said goodbye and this is why I hate birthdays.