For the reality in which dreams and imagination converge 

                         ____ Prologue ____

    "Help me!!!"

I wish I could shout out loud but I don't know if anybody could hear my voice. Besides, that thing which is hitting on the door forcefully and shouting my name as if it want to compete with torrential thunderstorm.

That thing that scares the hell out of me.

But I can't deny that how much I love that thing is as how I am scared of that thing. The only thing that keeps me from shouting is my hesitation__ the hesitation is being unsure if I am seeking help or answer.

Now I am trapped inside my own house and that thing is waiting for me outside. It is now hitting the door vigorously and continuously and calling out my name so loud, seemingly ignoring the torrent of rain.

The quieter I am the louder it calls.

I am so scared.

There is a only big wooden door in the house that separate me from that thing that I have no idea what truly it is. The door made of wood that seem sturdy and safe might not function for this case.

What the hell is that thing?

I was thinking that that thing is imagination. My imagination. But how does something exist in my imagination can actually knock at the door and call my name? How could it possess flesh, skin and sense.

I examine my wrist. The weal due to the fact that that thing just grab my wrist is still visible. If that thing is my imagination , how could it gram and pull my wrist.

This is way far beyond my imagination and it's me who let all stretch beyond limits.

Phai! Phai! Come talk to me first! Come out! You said you wouldn't leave me! Come out! That thing is hitting the door relentlessly. It's calling my name and trying everything just to get me to open the door. I completely shut my eyes, blocked my ears focus on my inhales and exhales trying everything just to expel this imagination from my mind. If that thing is just my imagination it would disappear, right?

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Phai! Phai! Come talk to me!

The shouting and hitting just confirmed my question that I was wondering. It didn't work that thing didn't disappear. It continues shout my name without care world. Hopelessly I am completely trapped inside my own house and there is no other house in the area. This village is almost deserted. No hope for help from neighbors. The tears begin out of my eyes. My hands are shaking. Actually my whole body is trembling. Even without trying to utter. I know my voice would be trembling. It is the reaction of utmost fear that overwhelmed throughout my body.

Now I am scared as hell.

"Phai! Phai! Please come out! I can explain"

Even though I've fought back with silence. That thing is still pestering. I bite my lip and hold my breath I'm afraid if I breath -- even gently -- it will hear and found out that I'm just behind the door.

"Help me!"

I shout again in my mind.

My breath is held while teardrops are pouring on my cheeks. My hands stop shaking but not because the fear has faded out. Not because I feel calm nor I can control myself. It's opposite. When both fear and frustration are at extreme, the body will stop every reaction as if it is forced to surrender to unconsciousness from midbrain. No chance for it to fight back or react.

I won't survive afterall. There is no way that I can escape from that thing.

I rest the back of my head on door. Breath in and let out the weeping. I won't survive from that thing afterall? So I really have to face it, right?

On the other hand, that thing is hitting at the door continuously.

That thing that totally look just like human but I know that it is not. It's something else.

In the beginning, it started from my imagination. The imagination that stretches so far that now it is dangerous.

I'm now thinking of that boy, the boy who passed away and the thing he said aver and over again -- the thing that would not make sense to others -- that still recure in every moment of my mind.

  "If you leave it without saying goodbye, it will come back to deprive the life out of you."