The Vase

One night, in the dead of night, Wahyu was on his way home after a long day at work when he stumbled upon a beautiful and antique-looking vase lying by the side of the road.

At first, he just stared at the vase while glancing around, wondering if someone had intentionally placed it there as a prank.

Thirty minutes passed. Wahyu had carefully scanned his surroundings but found no one nearby—nor had he seen anyone passing through.

Finally, he decided to take the vase home. Once he arrived, Wahyu placed the vase on the table and immediately searched for information about it on his phone.

After more than an hour of searching, he found nothing. Even after asking his friends, he still couldn't find any information about the vase or its owner. Feeling exhausted, Wahyu decided to go to bed.

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The next morning.

As usual, Wahyu woke up early and went to work. Upon arriving at the office, he asked his colleagues about the vase he had found the night before.

One of his coworkers, a woman named Indah, offered to help. She asked for a photo of the vase and said she would consult her grandmother about it.

That night, as Wahyu was examining the vase again, his phone suddenly rang—it was Indah.

"Hello?" Wahyu answered.

"Throw that vase away immediately!" Indah yelled on the phone.

"Why should I? Have you even asked your grandmother yet?"

"It was my grandmother who told me to call you. She said that vase carries a dangerous curse, so you need to get rid of it right away!"

"But I don't feel anything strange about it."

"Ordinary people can't sense it, but trust me, you have to throw it away."

"Why throw it away when I can sell it instead?"

"Do whatever you want. I've warned you."

"Yeah, yeah."

Wahyu hung up and immediately listed the vase for sale on a social media platform. After posting the photo, he got ready for bed.

Before sleeping, he went to the bathroom. While there, he had a strange feeling—like someone was watching him. Then, as he walked back to his room, he sensed something following him. But when he turned around, nothing was there.

He decided to brush it off and go to bed. However, he had accidentally left his phone recording after taking a picture of the vase.

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The next morning.

When Wahyu woke up, he found his phone still recording. He quickly turned it off and prepared for work.

As he stepped into his office, he suddenly found himself inside an abandoned, dilapidated house. The vase was there too, sitting in the middle of the room.

Terror crept into Wahyu's heart as he realized he was being watched. Slowly, something began emerging from the vase.

It was a horrifying creature—an old, hunched-over figure covered in blood and crawling with maggots. Its head was bowed, but as it slowly lifted its face, Wahyu's body instantly lost all strength.

His knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the wooden floor. The creature's eyes were missing, its face completely destroyed.

Paralyzed with fear, Wahyu could only watch as the entity inched closer to him. Just as it was about to reach him—

Wahyu woke up.

Gasping for air, he sat up in bed, still shaken by the nightmare. He turned to look at the vase. Carefully, he approached it, his heart pounding.

Reaching out, he peered inside.

It was empty.

Realizing he was late for work, Wahyu quickly changed clothes and left for the office.

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At lunch, Wahyu and Indah ate together, discussing the vase. He told her about the nightmare.

"That's a sign! You really need to throw that thing away," Indah insisted.

"Or maybe I just thought about it too much before sleeping."

"My grandmother said if you have nightmares about it, you must get rid of it immediately. Why are you so stubborn? I'm telling you this for your own good."

"I need the money, Indah. You know I live alone, and our salary here isn't even minimum wage."

"If you need money, just ask me—I'll lend you some. Just get rid of that vase!"

"No, Indah. I won't throw it away until I find a buyer."

"Fine, do whatever you want. But if anything happens, call me right away."

"Yeah, I will."

They then changed the topic to work and Indah's little brother, who had been pestering her to buy him something.

After lunch, they returned to work.

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That evening, as Wahyu walked home, an uneasy feeling crept over him. The air was colder than usual. The street was eerily silent—no passing vehicles, no chirping insects.

His hair stood on end. He felt a presence following him but was too afraid to look back. Then, he heard rapid footsteps rushing toward him. Panicked, he called Indah.

"Hello? What's wrong?" Indah asked.

Hearing her voice calmed him. Suddenly, the street was filled with cars and motorcycles again, as if nothing had happened.

"Wahyu? Are you there?"

"Ah! Yeah, sorry."

"Why'd you call so suddenly?"

"Uh... nothing. I just felt like I was being followed."

"By who?"

"It was probably just my imagination. Don't worry about it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. Sorry for bothering you."

"It's okay. But if it happens again, call me anytime. I'll help however I can."

"Thanks."

Wahyu hung up and continued walking. This time, he felt nothing unusual.

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When he arrived home, a chilling sensation swept over him. The house was eerily cold, and an oppressive atmosphere filled the air.

Cautiously, he stepped inside, checking each room.

Finally, he reached his bedroom.

He hesitated before slowly pushing the door open. The room was pitch dark, the atmosphere even more unsettling.

Then, he noticed something.

The vase was now by the door—not on the table where he had left it.

Fear gripped his heart. His instincts screamed at him to run.

Just then, his phone vibrated.

The sudden notification snapped him out of his panic—until he saw the message.

It was from Indah.

"GET OUT OF YOUR HOUSE. NOW. DON'T LET THAT VASE FIND YOU. YOUR LIFE IS IN DANGER."

Dread filled Wahyu as he turned to the vase.

Something was emerging.

The creature from his nightmare.

Terrified, Wahyu bolted toward the door, leaving his phone behind. Indah kept calling, but he didn't dare stop.

He reached the front door—locked.

Desperate, he threw himself against it, but it wouldn't budge. He screamed for help, tried smashing the windows, but they wouldn't break.

The creature inched closer. Wahyu's screams grew louder.

Then—

It caught him.

He struggled, sobbing, throwing anything he could reach, but the creature was too strong.

With one swift motion, it severed Wahyu's hand. He howled in agony.

The creature dragged him toward the vase. Wahyu kicked and thrashed, but nothing worked.

As the vase swallowed him whole, his body twisted, crushed into pieces.

And just like that—

As Wahyu disappeared completely into the vase, his screams faded into nothingness. There were no traces of struggle, no blood left behind. Only an eerie silence remained.

The next day at the office, Wahyu's desk was empty. No one questioned his absence. Even Indah—the one closest to him—felt something was off. She was certain that someone was supposed to sit at that desk, but who?

When she tried to remember, a sharp pain throbbed in her head, as if her mind was resisting the thought.

Slowly, Wahyu's existence began to fade from everyone's memory.

And on the side of a quiet road, the vase remained, waiting for its next victim.