Episode 3

The clattering sound of the beer glass that hit some rock was the only response to my outburst, intensifying the deafening silence between us.

"I'm intrigued by the smell of your lips," he said. "Would you mind if I tasted them?" A deep and husky voice that belonged to a man finally spoke to me. But I didn't quite like what was coming out of his mouth.

I'm completely alone, with a man dressed in a cloak sitting next to me at the graveyard, I thought to myself. Emphasizing the word alone.

Have I gone mad? Grandma must be worried sick by now.

My vision was improving suddenly, probably from the shock I experienced.

The man in front of me was like an out-of-horror movie. I should have rather kept drinking, I thought again.

I steadily stood up, hugging my chest. The man in the cloak beheld me; however, it was difficult to say where his gaze was directed. My heartbeat was pounding in my ears, and I realized I needed to move away from this ridiculously-looking man.

"I suppose I won't have a taste of your lips, huh? What a pity. I never imagined I would meet someone here at such an hour; however, I was clearly wrong." The man said cheerfully, and his hooded head moved up and down, probably checking out my body, which was covered anyway. Unlucky pervert.

"You know I never shared this wonderful place with anyone, which means you're special and should behonored that I like your company. Agh, people, please don't get mad at me, would you not? I still consider you all to be my friends, though there's not much to talk about with you when you're just bones and ashes." The man was looking at the gravestones when he was shouting and then laughed like I wasn't even there, hearing his insanity.

I took slow, tiny steps backward, thinking he wouldn't notice it. His hooded head tilted to one side, and with that, he swiftly stood up.

"Am I seeing badly, or you're backing away from me secretly, hoping I wouldn't notice it?" The man asked in a deeper voice than before. Chills spread over my body.

"No?" I said in an obvious tone.

I quickly looked behind me and caught sight of a car passing on the road before the cemetery gate. I finally knew the way out; however, the only obstacle was the mysterious man in front of me, who was clearly stronger and taller than me. That meant that running out of there wouldn't save me because he could catch me almost immediately.

Still, I gave it a try.

I turned around and ran the fastest my legs could. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I heard no footsteps behind me. I raced down the path in front of me, and just as I rounded the corner out of the cemetery, I glanced swiftly behind me, but to my surprise, no one was there.

I slowed my pace and took a deep breath, relieved to be out of danger. I kept on running until I caught sight of my grandma's old, small house. I bent forward, pressing my hands on my knees. I coughed repeatedly. With sweat running down my forehead and pain in my chest, I gripped the knob of the door and got inside, locking the door. I slammed my back against the door, sliding down with tears collecting in my eyes.

"Child, where the hell have you been?? I send you to buy beer, not to travel to the moon!" Grandma yelled as she walked from the living room into the entrance hall.

Our eyes met, and her eyes went wide. She hurried to me, capturing my cheek. "Are you alright? What happened to you?" She asked, looking around me. "And where is that goddamn beer?"

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