Chap 11: No One Survived

From the seemingly bottomless hole on the shadow's surface, an eerie cacophony suddenly erupted—grating screeches, guttural roars, mournful wails, and harsh, piercing laughter so unsettling that Dũng's knees buckled beneath him. Clutching his ears tightly, he still couldn't block out the chilling, sorrowful laughter that echoed inside his head:

"Because of you… because of you, I became like this… You stripped away my soul and body, turning me into… into… Ma lon."

"You… you're Ma lon."

Dũng whispered, as if trying to convince himself. A cold dread seized him as the familiar tale of Ma lon resurfaced in his mind—one they had heard countless times. Ma lon would possess the first child it bit, taking over their body, and then use that borrowed flesh to harm its friends…

To summon Ma lon, one needed a restless soul who had once lived in that area. That night, they hadn't managed to summon any wandering spirits, but they had driven Minh to his death, trapping his soul inside the can. Now, they were paying the price, one by one…

Dũng recalled how, earlier that afternoon, he and Ngọc had desperately discussed how to break the curse hanging over them. While Ngọc kept insisting that it was Ma lon, Dũng had vehemently denied it, arguing that it was Minh. But now, the truth was clear—they had both been wrong. Minh was Ma lon.

A sudden jolt of terror struck Dũng as the streetlights began flickering off one by one, darkness creeping in. The entire neighborhood was abruptly plunged into a blackout, and the streetlight above him blinked erratically. Frantically searching his pockets, he realized he had already given all the flashlights to Ngọc earlier. She was slower than him and would need them more.

He screamed just as the darkness swallowed him whole, just as the thick ash filled his nose and mouth. Before everything faded, he caught a glimpse of a young girl approaching. The flashlight in her hand glimmered faintly before she switched it off. Step by step, she advanced, as if ready to embrace death, as if longing to reunite with her friends, unwilling to be left alone in this world.

Summoning the last of his strength, Dũng bellowed:

"Minh is Ma lon!"

The girl's lips curled into a relieved smile. She instantly flicked the flashlight back on and sprinted towards him. For a moment, Dũng thought Ngọc would reach his side and use the flashlights he had given her to protect them both.

But all she did was stand beside him, staring straight into the eerie, distorted shadow of Minh—no, of Ma lon—bathed in her own light. Occasionally, she glanced at Dũng with an emotionless gaze, though at times, there was a flicker of joy.

"I know," Ngọc said, locking eyes with Dũng's desperate, pleading stare.

"I knew from the start, and…"

"And we just wanted to be together again… To stay as children forever…"

The shadow extended one ashen, smoke-filled hand towards Dũng. With the other, it clasped Ngọc's hand—despite her being in the protective light.

Dazed, Dũng watched as Minh's hand of dust held onto Ngọc's flesh-and-blood hand, both illuminated by the flashlight's glow.

"Deep down, you never wanted to grow up. None of you did. You all just wanted to keep playing forever. So…"

The first rays of morning pierced through the damp fog that blanketed the neighborhood. The golden light danced upon a swirling cloud of pale ash, scattering like children playing a game of tag in the sun.

Gradually, those tiny, drifting specks dispersed into the wind, leaving behind a lingering shape—a group of seven children, no older than eleven or twelve, joyfully chasing each other.

They rose higher and higher into the sunlight, leaving behind the lifeless bodies of a boy and a girl curled up against a utility pole. Scattered around them were countless flashlights and a small, charred, misshapen, and battered can.