This short novel is about the possibility of an era of changing beliefs. and the present era There may not be answers to some questions, but that's what I want it to be in this story ;)

“I don't know when this started. I don't know if what I'm saying is believable. But I want you to close your eyes and listen to what I am about to tell you.” A man's voice spoke like that. He was recording his speech in a room now surrounded by keys that locked windows and doors.

It was as if this man was locking himself in his room out of fear.

Soon, something sounded behind him, the sound of breathing that sounded like a person breathing hard as if walking in the snow. When the man turned around, he saw no one.

July 1, 1980

This is the birthday of a boy named Khatak. It may sound like a strange name. But no one dared to ask him that name because Khatak's father was the godfather of this city. But it was also strange that Khatak's father had not called his son by his name once since he was born.

The story begins with that gift box that Kathak's father bought for him on his birthday. However, his father told Katak not to open it until everyone had left until it was just him and his father.

When the work was over, Khatak reached out his hand to open the gift box he owned. The father chased Khatak's mother away. The woman, who was dressed like a housekeeper and looked more like a servant than a mother, walked out of the room. But before leaving, she sent a mournful look to Katak.

And when that box was opened The child's father disappeared from his usual seat on the sofa and pressed his hand against Khatak's neck, forcing him to look into the box.

Strangely, it looked empty to Khatak from his point of view. But after a while, red eyes that appeared out of nowhere began to move around and look at him.

Katak, who was pressed against his neck by two powerful hands, could only look at the box with reluctance. Those eyes looked terrifying and frightening. Its color was a deep red, like a dead person coming back to life. Inside the eye was a bulge of yellow pus. And the worms that slowly gnawed away at those eyes

Not long after Khatak's father saw his own child looking at the picture with such fear that his body tensed to the point of being unable to move. The father picked up his own ax and chopped it down on his son's body.

The child's body was taken to a room downstairs. Along with the bodies of many others who had been subjected to the same treatment as Khatak, the bodies were hung to look more like cows or buffalos than humans.

The man dragged his own son's body. Came inside and began to chop up the corpses in a terrifying manner. Drops of Katak's blood quickly flowed onto the ground until they gathered together in a puddle that looked like a cross.

The boy's father smiled with satisfaction. before chanting a prayer that sounded meaningless Then he called his mother down so that the two of them could do something.

It was as if all of this was just a normal thing that could happen.

While the two of them were doing the same thing, a police officer suddenly opened the door and came in with a gun. When the police officer saw many corpses and the hand of the child's father holding an ax covered in blood, That person chose to pull the trigger without hesitation.

“Bang!!!!” The loud sound of the gun trigger rang out and struck the child's father's head.

A burly figure fell to the ground with blood flowing down it.

In the end, it was the child's mother who informed the authorities. She probably couldn't stand her husband's crazy and unreasonable behavior.

“Another case is finished, Lieutenant.” A chubby man wearing dark glasses stood smoking a cigarette in front of the young policeman who had caught the criminal, and that was me.

The two of us pursued strange cases involving murder. including physical harm The reason I took this job was very simple because it paid a lot and I didn't have to compete with anyone. It is enough to have the courage to pull the trigger and not be afraid of a corpse being hung like an animal.

Almost forgot to introduce you. This captain's name is Big. As his name suggests, he is not afraid of meeting with influential people or powerful people.

The two of us talked for a while about the man's case. When we finished talking, we both separated and went back to our own homes.

My hobby is to study and understand. Strange rituals that exist all over the world that have no explanation. I don't know if it was a coincidence or what. But even though where I live is around Asia But rituals like the one in this case have been reported to have been found similarly from across America. The appearance of the deceased's corpse also has similar characteristics.

The neck was cut and the arms and legs were cut apart. News like this seems to be everywhere on TV, but why don't the police think it's strange?

July 13, 1980

I hunted down a psychotic murderer as usual. But why does it feel different this time? When I fired at the murderer's body, it was as if the bullet could not penetrate the murderer's body. A feeling of wonder arose in my mind before Captain Big gets to fire the second shot. The bullet penetrated the murderer's body differently than the first time I shot it.

At the end of the case, the captain walked up to me before handing me some candy to encourage me. Then he patted my shoulder and spoke softly.

“Those things, Lieutenant, it's better not to be ignorant.” The Captain patted my shoulder and said.

Then he walked away to go home. He seemed to have some experience with what I had encountered today. But I really didn't think that he would believe these things like I did.

Returning home, I quickly lay down and hoped that the day's events and my supernatural beliefs would get out of my head. But suddenly, when I looked on the desk, there was someone's note on it.

When I opened the note and read it, I felt strange that the language in it was not the language of the people around here, but I read it and understood. But can't pronounce it. It was like there was some kind of magic spell that prevented me from telling anyone about this.

In that journal, the story of a witch hunt was written around the year 1500.

It is emotional and angry instead of informative and informative. In the record, it was said that the writer had watched his people die from the extremely hot flames countless times.

I felt that there was no point in reading this journal so I put it down. But to prevent it from disappearing tomorrow, I placed a wooden doll over it.

When both of my eyes closed After an hour or two I wasn't sure. I felt like I had appeared in a new place. It looked deserted. And the things in front of us were filled with unknown shapes. I looked at it from afar as if it was small, but it was big. But when you look at it from a distance, it looks like it's round and square.

When I touched something that looked hard, it became soft. It felt strange, like I wasn't on this planet anymore.

The next bright morning arrived. That record has really disappeared. All that was left was the wooden doll that I had placed on top of it. No matter how hard I tried to find it, I couldn't find it.

January 21, 1983

My investigation has finally led me to the culprit. This time I was attacked by more than just my body. They used their arms to punch me in the face and stomach. Before making me kneel down, the leader pointed his gun at me.

“Bang!!” The bullet hit my head hard.

My body fell to the ground. Before that, there was a call from the captain coming from behind. They supported my body before gently rubbing their hands on my head.

It was unbelievable that just a gentle rub would bring me back to consciousness. I tried to touch my forehead to find a hole in my head but couldn't find anything.

I saw bullet pellets rolling next to me. But it suddenly disappeared and appeared next to the tank instead. In that moment I knew that in this world there was not only science that I could believe in.

“Are you almost gone? Lieutenant, I told you to wait,” Captain Big said to me in a harsh tone similar to past cases.

Today I returned home and enjoyed my hobby again as usual. I have been investigating the beliefs of the ancient Egyptians that there were some unexplained drawings. and studied the origins of early life scientifically, it was as if I had found some kind of boundary between the two.

Although evidence from scientists has gathered together to explain the phenomenon of protein clumps in the ocean, Even their theory can include understanding at the cellular level and can explain the existence of humans, which are classified as a group of higher beings, that we were born from this world.

But I felt that it was just a belief. Personally, I rather believe in another theory that says life comes from extraterrestrials.

To me, that seems like a high possibility. By researching the Egyptians, I now know that we are not alone in this vast universe. Maybe all those strange ceremonies that were performed in the same way were not worshiping something supernatural, but they were really worshiping what they saw with their own two eyes because, let's face it, the rituals that... These irrational things spread all over the world.

It is possible that my case and the case on the other side of the United States are similar. Because it is not supernatural, but it is something that came from extraterrestrials in the first place.

I know very well how nonsensical or nonsensical my thoughts may sound. But even then, I couldn't find anything that would conflict with my beliefs. It's like the deeper I dive into this, the more I'll never get out of it.

I closed my eyes and lay on the bed again. It was that day that I saw terrifying red eyes looking at me before they grinned.

“Maaaa…..Nud……” His voice echoed loudly in my head.

Made me wake up in bed. and rubbed both hands over his own eyes before meeting a woman sitting on the edge of the balcony But when he rubbed her eyes, the woman disappeared.

But still, the stench of corpses lingered in my nose until morning.

22 January 1983

I felt like I was starting to lose my mind so I went to see a psychiatrist in the morning. But the test results, along with the doctor's words, said that I was completely normal. This makes me able to conclude that what I saw yesterday was true. Because now I'm not crazy.

And since the world's current science still can't explain it to me, I have to resort to other options. I invested some of my own savings for this trip.

February 27, 1983

I carried my body from my home country to Indonesia. Here I have heard many stories about people doing black magic. Unfortunately, in the village I came from, I couldn't pronounce it properly so I accidentally forgot its name. However, it was as if when I stepped on this island, it was as if the entire island was telling me to go see some occult doctor.

The villagers here seem to see things that I myself cannot see. They even helped cover my travel expenses until I reached my destination.

When I opened the curtain and went inside, I saw an old man wearing a rosary bead around his neck. And there were strange things resembling carved wooden skulls everywhere. The more I looked at it, the more strange I felt and wanted to run away from here.

But I don't know why, as much as I wanted to go out, my legs did the opposite of what my mind was thinking.

“Sit down,” the fortune teller said in Malay.

Strangely, I don't know what the reason is. But I understand very well what he wanted me to do. Maybe it was because of his gestures or if those eyes were telling me something.

When I sat down, he put a black doll out of nowhere and put it in my hand and told me to fold my hands together.

I didn't have much choice at this time so I did as he said. As my eyes closed, the image of that terrifying woman flashed to me again. The stench that I remembered rushed into my nostrils. Until I accidentally opened my eyes and woke up

It wasn't long before I saw the woman sitting on the fortuneteller's neck. My body, which was extremely frightened, quickly shook off the black doll in my hand in panic.

When the fortune teller saw me doing this, he angrily slammed his hand into my ear before making me pick up the black doll again.

When I closed my eyes, I saw the same woman riding the fortune teller's neck. She smiled at me as if she was satisfied that she had scared me just a moment ago.

My mind was at a loss when I saw that terrifying figure appear in front of me.

“Go, go away,” I said with a look of fear like that.

The fortune teller slammed his hand into my other ear and then went back to chanting some mantra. The woman's body then transformed into white smoke and entered the body of the black doll in my hand.

When the ceremony was finished, the fortune teller coughed up blood. before smiling and laughing in the end He handed me a scary black doll before kicking me out of his house.

But before coming out, he always told me to take good care of this doll.

The villagers in that area now looked back at me with friendly and normal eyes. Unlike the others, they were shocked when they saw my face.

February 28, 1983

I got on a plane back to my own country. and found some additional information in books about both astronomy and the occult.

It was then that I witnessed the discovery of particles smaller than atoms. That particle is called a quark, and it's more of an invention and a theory than anything useful. That's what I understand.

But when I read its story together with the story of atoms and electrons, including the beliefs of modern physics that tell about the beliefs of light, there is a new belief about the possibility that light can be both a particle and a wave. That made me start to feel shaky about the possibilities of the world of science.

Things I believed in began to change. If people in the past did not believe that things smaller than an atom existed, It may be that people these days may not believe that spirits or extraterrestrials actually exist until someone can prove it. Just like this matter of modern physics.

Or maybe these superstitions or superstitions are about controlling particles smaller than quarks or very small particles. That kind of thing is also possible.

So many assumptions filled my head. But when I thought about it, I also felt strange that I was able to understand these things in just a few days. Or maybe I'm better suited to be a physicist than a policeman.

March 2, 1983

I went to work in my office. And suddenly at that time I was eating donuts. My hand accidentally dropped the snack. Just as the thing was about to fall on the ground, the snack suddenly floated back up into my hand.

I was very alarmed by what had happened unlike everyone who was normal because I didn't see what was happening just now.

Many strange things started happening to me after that day. Even the person who bumped into my shoulder first, but my body didn't feel hurt at all. They said I was as hard as a rock.

That evening, a drug trafficking case came in. The captain and I went to the area with our trusty guns, each with more than ten policemen.

We raided a drug dealer's warehouse and opened fire. It was strange that there were only ten people on my side. But on the other side there were almost fifty people. But on my side there wasn't even a scratch. The captain praised me for doing my job well, which was the first time since I came to the police station.

Or maybe this is because of that amulet I got from Indonesia.

The next day

After the case was finished, we went together to celebrate. But I asked to leave first because I didn't want to get drunk and not be able to go home properly.

When my body rests its head on the pillow And just about to close my eyes, the woman appeared in front of me again. She smiled, then picked up the notebook I had previously read and began writing in a strange, unpronounceable language.

She complimented me on a job well done. Before she sat down next to me, she spoke softly into my ear.

“Fetch the body to me,” the woman's voice pulled, echoing in my ears.

When I heard that, my eyes widened and I immediately ran away from her. The woman chased after me until I reached the church. So she stopped following me.

The sound of my heart trembling with fear and distracted thoughts still haunted me until I didn't go anywhere that night. All he could do was sleep in the church alone.

The morning has come I was woken up by Father before he told me to go wash my face and eyes. It was as if he knew exactly what I had been through.

I told the whole story to Father. But I don't dare guarantee whether it's a ghost or an alien or something. The monk listened to me intently before patting my shoulder lightly and saying,

“This church always welcomes you,” Father said to me.

That doesn't help my fear or make me feel better right now. Moreover, it also reinforced to me that if I don't stay here for the rest of my life, I will have to be tricked by that woman or turn me into a murderer.

I stayed for about half an hour and realized that continuing to run like this was not a good solution. I took a week off from work citing illness before starting to seriously study spirituality and beliefs in this church.

The monk himself gave me a small room to stay in. Everything seemed to be going well until on the fifth day of my stay here, I saw the woman's body floating around and running towards me. As a result, I locked the room and stayed alone in it until the 7th day.

And that is my current situation. The whole thing was recorded on tape and I was trembling with fear.

It wasn't long before the woman approached me from behind before she put her hands up as if to strangle me to death with her hands. Everyone around here, if they were looking from outside, would probably see that I was crazy because I suddenly put my hand on my neck. They had no idea what I was going through. And that includes me, who still doesn't know.

That woman strangled me until I almost died. She put her hand on my head and smiled again with a disgusted expression. Then she let go of my body.

“Can I trust you?” the woman said back.

In my mind I was wondering if this was a way out or if this was a chain that would make me a murderer like those who killed them.

In that moment my mouth determined life and death. My deep morality overpowered my survival.

“If you want me to kill people, I'd rather die.” I said that without knowing what the outcome would be.

The woman looked shocked at the answer she heard. I myself was shocked that my stupid mouth said such a desperate thing.

That girl seemed to like my answer. She squatted down before asking my name. I said my name to her And when she listened to my beliefs, she said something.

“Rohan, from now on I will be with you,” the woman said and then she disappeared.

Tears flowed from my eyes when I knew that. Now I have survived both being a murderer and from dying. My heart is now more joyful than anything on earth.

I left the church before I decided to go home. But when I opened the room, I found a musty smell coming from the bathroom. When I opened it, I saw the figure of a woman who was taking a shower.

She saw that I didn't close the door and used her psychic powers to close the bathroom door. and continued to shower as if he did not consider me As for me, who smelled the stench, I threw up next to the practice bowl next to the bathroom.

Many days have passed.

I named her York after the word

yogzhul'on  

That was her original name that ancient tribes called her. I don't know exactly what it means. But it wasn't a good name, so I decided to call her by a simpler name.

In addition to the many information I obtained, it was concluded that she had amnesia and could not remember anything about her family or stories from 1,000 years ago.

So I started using various methods, including finding books or talking to a psychiatrist to find a way to restore my memories. I claimed that I was suffering from amnesia.

But no matter what method she tried, she couldn't seem to get her memories back. So I felt discouraged and started to lose hope a little bit.

Every day when I come home, I usually bring pork or chicken home to cook for her. And she always lends me the ability to not get riddled with bullets.

“It shouldn't be as delicious as human flesh, but I'll eat it anyway,” she said like that.

But even then, she always ate the meat I brought every day until it was gone. His mouth said it was not delicious but in the end he ate it all.

The more time passes One person and an alien from another world seem to start to become closer.

I don't know if I'm the only one who thinks this, but every time a female police officer walks near me, She always clenched her fists like she wanted to kill the policewoman who came close to me.

She now looked like she had taken a shower without the bad smell and cleaned her eyes and looked like a normal woman. Just have a little red eyes, that's all.

June 15, 1983

A secret organization dealing with national security has seen my work. He decided to submit a military application and told me to become a special unit instead.

I took that matter to think about for a while. But she was lying next to me and advised me to accept the offer. So I decided to do the same and join the military instead.

My first year of training was challenging and it was like ripping out every sinew in my body. But in the end I got through it.

November 30, 1985

My unit and I were sent into enemy defenses that now numbered over a hundred men. Knowing that I would never die, I ran to the front line and unleashed my bullets on the enemy with savagery.

Hundreds of enemies and only ten of us defeated those people. When the woman saw the corpses, she looked at them before shaking her head and walking away.

It made me realize that now she has begun to have humanity in her heart, more or less.

And I don't know if it was a coincidence or a deliberate cause. But the code name they gave me was Satan. At first I felt strange accepting this name, but York, who was always beside me, seemed to like it so I accepted it.

December 15, 1985

I started reading the notes and information from those books and it came to a simple conclusion that what I was seeing was Satan rather than a ghost or spirit.

So I secretly stole the blood of the corpse that was shot and killed by me and dropped it on the ground before starting the ritual. I learned to draw strange rings from a book that looked like a children's trick book. Until finally I succeeded.

A magic circle written in red human blood surrounded me. And when I started chanting the spell, nothing happened. Even though the book told me that this was a call to Satan, her reaction was as if nothing had happened.

December 21, 1990

Now it seems like it's been 7 years since I've been with you. At one point my hand brushed against the voodoo doll and it fell to the ground and it broke. along with removing the chains from her to have power again

However, this woman went back to watering the plants that were placed next to the room as usual. As if nothing happened During that time, when I looked up to her, I started to think that I was getting older every day. Unlike her, right now she doesn't have any wrinkles at all.

In my heart now I began to think that sooner or later I would have to leave her. And then you will continue to live in this world alone.

All this time Her actions seemed unreasonable. But lately we both talk more often, even though it seems more like arguments.

“Take me outside,” she said to me, pulling me outside on the bed.

She hugged my arm and walked among the many people passing by. In my mind I always thought about what the two of us were up to now. But I didn't dare speak out of my mouth for fear that our relationship would only get worse than before.

I don't know who she is anymore. And she seemed like she just wanted to use me for the rest of the day. However, love between me and you will probably never be possible. But even knowing that, I really couldn't bring myself to find or be with another woman.

The two of us walked past many restaurants. York then made me buy the food. I didn't want to offend anything that was sacred to me, so I bought her food.

York used one hand to lift the plate and used the other to hold chopsticks and noodles that looked like noodles for me. before putting it into the mouth

I slowly chewed the noodles. I thought to myself, what exactly is she wanting from me?

“Is it delicious?” York asked me, looking at me with happiness.

I just nodded at her. Before she lifted the entire plate and opened her mouth, she ate the entire plate in one go.

early evening

We returned home and sat together on the balcony looking at the stars in the sky. At that moment, she asked me something strange.

“Do you love me?” York asked me that question directly.

Even though two things in my mind are competing right now, is she testing me or what does she want? In the end, I chose to answer with an answer that sounded like a genius.

My arm slowly moved towards hers before I gently took her hand and held it up.

“I feel the same way as you,” I replied.

This answer will not only save me from death if something unexpected happens. It also allows me to express my feelings if she feels the same way as I do.

The girl smiled back at me like the time she fed me the noodles.

“I have made up my mind,” the woman told me.

After that, she and I slept in the same bed as usual. But even though I said that in the same bed, my broken lungs and fear of death have made me not dare to do anything to her for the past 7 years.

Late that night I felt like I heard something coming from above on the roof of the house. It was like the sound of a flying ship or something floating.

So I went outside to take a look, and then I saw a spaceship that was now waiting to take her back. I held her hand tightly as if I didn't want to lose her. Looking at the ship, many people with red eyes like hers walked out.

I don't know, even though this woman used to eat people. It used to be the cause of death. Or even use me like a real slave. But I can't help but hate her.

She turned and smiled at me before waving goodbye to the plane and pulling me into a hug.

This is the first time I've ever received a hug from a woman. I don't know why it seemed so comforting that I wanted to shout out.

I took my hands that were now at her sides and wrapped them around her body. Before her young face turned into someone the same age as me. A few wrinkles appeared and the terrifying red eyes turned into white, blue eyes like a normal person's.

"Don't leave me anywhere," York said to me like that.

Soon a man passed by and he whistled at me.

That made me wonder. Even though no one should have been able to see her, why did the person just now show such behavior? They should think I'm crazy rather than sweet.

Or are you now willing to give up your ability to be immortal for me?

“Why don't you go back?” I asked the woman.

“Because my mission is complete,” York answered my question.

Even though I asked for details about the matter, she refused to answer and ran back into the house alone.

Even though in this world we humans still don't know everything. But that doesn't mean we can't enjoy the bliss of not knowing. I believe that one day I will know. Even if that day never comes, I will be happy not to know. If that matter makes it more difficult for you and me to be together.

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