I really don't have much to say, except that I am a comic artist (in-training) who is also an art student. I don't consider myself a professional, but I can take in commissions. I may be in my late teens now, but I really have a heart of a child, even if some people see me as a matured woman.


I don't really give away my e-mail address, but unless you want to send a FAQ or even requesting a commission, I'll take that. And note: I will ignore mails with no subject.
pilaresber@yahoo.com

- 5:28 PM

It was dark around me. Slowly, the light shone brightly. Now, I see my self in my school. I was two male friends. I liked them, though one of them is who I liked the most. They then told me something to stay away from them. They said something about... a ghost haunting them everytime girls like them. Of course, I could understand the guy who I kinda liked. I mean, he has a girlfriend, what the hell. So, everytime I hang out with that guy, the ghost would always try to scare me away, even if we were just friends. And yes, I would run away, if that girlfriend ghost of his gets too much.

Now, the other guy who I really liked was worse. It was strange, because, first of all, he has no girlfriend. Second of all, he already gave up on his childhood beloved. So why worse, you ask? Well, it's because of the female ghost of his, that's why. I can't see her, but I can always hear her wails and moans everytime I'm around him. It would always send me chills running down my spine.

Then, one night, I just walked off back to my dorm from class, probably after my curfew class. While walking along my path, I thought I saw a white mist on the corner. I just ignored it. Then it came back. Again, I ignored it. Now for the third time, I was getting freaked out, because this time, it was forming a terrifying face. I gulped down my courage, wishing I can run away, but my legs won't respond. I was just stood, frozen on the spot I was standing. Lights of the school suddenly switched off, blanketing me the darkness. I want to shout for help, but nothing came out of my mouth. All I could hear is my own voice from my head.

"Oh God, please save me... I can't die now..."

Then, before the mist shows its true face, I heard his voice, saying:

"... Where... are you...?"

The mist's face was the face of my alter-ego.

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