Whenever Rain Comes, Someone Dies

I woke up from drips of water that landed on my face. It was raining outside my window. I sat on the bed for a long time, rubbing away my sleepy face. Next to me is my laptop, and no one else was there. My friends were gone to enjoy their weekend of mid-term break. I stared around my hostel room and realized it was already dark, provided that it's still 3.30 PM.

Then I realized something else. Would it be like the horror movies: Whenever rain comes, someone dies? Is there someone hiding in my closet? Is it even human?

I prayed, and I prayed, hoping the rain will go away. I hope my parents would come fetch me earlier than any other day.

I would be a complete idiot if I turn on the lights since it's still noon. But it was already dark, and my manliness is at stake. I would laugh at myself for turning on the lights at 3.30 PM.

But today is a big exception. Today is Friday the 13th.

One push of my finger and the light is on.




P.S: I haven't open my closet yet.