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11/12/2025

Kau tekan tingkat 8, tapi lift buka tingkat 9..
Dan ada sesuatu dekat situ yang tak patut dijumpai.. 👀

11/12/2025

TITLE: LEVEL 9

That night, Rafi sat inside the elevator of an office building undergoing renovation. He had been assigned to inspect the wiring system up to the top floor. All the contractors had already gone home. Only he and the ground floor security guard remained, along with the distant hum of machines.

The elevator stopped at Level 9. A pair of lights flickered on. He pressed the button for Level 8.
But the elevator doors opened by themselves.
Level 9 wasn’t supposed to be readyno lights, no installed walls, and no one was allowed up there.
But the floor was bright.

The lights were white and clean, though flickering faintly like an unstable generator.
Rafi glanced out, intending to close the elevator doors, but something in his mind whispered,if the lights were on, maybe a worker had been left behind.
He stepped out.

Level 9 was silent. The smell of paint, cement, and metal hung thick in the air. The walls were unfinished; sheets of plastic swayed slightly from a breeze that shouldn’t exist.

He walked slowly, tapping the metal studs of the wall frames.

“Hello? Anyone still here?”

No answer.

Until he saw a figure at the end of the corridor standing facing the wall, shoulders rising and falling as if breathing hard.

Rafi swallowed.

“Hey, brother? You alright?”

The figure didn’t move.

Rafi approached cautiously. The closer he got, the clearer it became that the man was wearing contractor clothes, but the shirt was filthy, as if dragged across the floor.

When he was less than a meter away, Rafi lifted a hand.

“Bro..”

The man turned.

His eyes were pitch black, like two hollow holes. His mouth hung slightly open, the lips torn. His expression seemed like an attempt to imitate a human face, but failing miserably.

Rafi stumbled backward.

Suddenly the man moved not running, but gliding, as if his body was being pulled by something unseen. Fast.

Rafi dodged sideways, his shoulder slamming into the wall frame. The man shot past the spot he had stood moments ago, scratching grooves into the floor with fingers that looked slightly broken.

Rafi bolted.

The corridor was long, the walls unfinished. He crashed through a hanging plastic sheet, the sound amplifying his panic. Behind him, the man moved again, bones cracking each time his body twisted direction.

Rafi glanced back,the man was getting faster.

He grabbed a metal handle rod lying on the floor and swung it at the creature just as it lunged. The impact was strong. Its head snapped backward, but the body did not fall. It merely corrected itself, as if it didn’t feel pain at all.

Rafi struck again, this time aiming at the knee. The joint cracked loudly, the leg bending inward. Only then did the creature drop.

Rafi sprinted toward the elevator.

The elevator stood in a brighter open area. He pressed the call button repeatedly. The doors still didn’t open.

Behind him, the creature was getting up, its leg still twisted, but the body forcing itself to stand, bones popping softly one by one.

Rafi cursed under his breath. He spotted the nearby electrical panel. He grabbed the wire cutter from his bag and severed a small fuse controlling Level 9’s lights.

The entire floor fell into darkness.

Rafi held his breath, stepping backward slowly. He heard the creature stop,
as if confused.

Then…

A long breath filled the air. Not his.
The creature knew he was close.
It crawled toward the sound.

Rafi stayed silent. The elevator still hadn’t arrived. He understood one thing,he needed to distract it.

He picked up a small rock from the floor and threw it to the left, as hard as he could.
The rock clattered against the metal.

The creature instantly rushed toward the sound. Fast.
Rafi took the chance, crawling toward the elevator. He pressed the button again,this time the doors opened.

At the exact moment the elevator chimed, the creature froze.

It turned toward Rafi in the dark.
Rafi dashed inside and hit the close button repeatedly.

The creature started running.

Within seconds, it was less than three meters away.
The doors were almost shut.
The creature leaped.

The doors sealed just before it reached them.
Its body slammed against the metal with a violent thud.

The elevator descended.

Rafi collapsed to the floor, breath broken. His hand was bleeding, but he was alive.

When he reached Level 1, all the lights were normal again. The security guard stared at Rafi sweaty, pale, shaken.

“What happened?” the guard asked.

Rafi had no idea how to answer. He just stared at the elevator doors closing again.
The elevator trembled slightly.

As if something above was coming down with it.
Rafi stepped back slowly.

And from the small speaker inside the elevator, the contractor’s voice echoed.. hoarse, artificial, not human.

“You made it down. But I’m not done.”

The elevator doors opened. Empty.
But the air shifted.

And Rafi knew Level 9 wasn’t unfinished.
Level 9 was hidden.

And something in there wanted to get out.

The End

DESCRIPTION :
An office building that was supposed to be empty at night suddenly comes alive with something not human. Rafi, a technician, is assigned to inspect the wiring on a supposedly unfinished level. But that night, the lights on the floor turn on by themselves and something that resembles a man, but does not breathe like one, begins to chase him.

DISCLAIMER :
This story is not for the faint-hearted, not for people who enjoy staying alone at night, and not for contractors who love claiming overtime but never actually check the upper floors.

COPYRIGHT © 2025 by MFI Collection. Do not copy or repost without permission/credit. Keep it here only just in case something follows you back.

Follow, or that “thing” might follow you home.

If you have any suggestions or feedback, feel free to leave a comment on my wall.

Thank you for reading until the end.

11/12/2025

TAJUK : BANGUNAN ARAS 9

Malam itu, Rafi duduk dalam lif bangunan pejabat yang sedang direnovasi. Dia diarahkan untuk memeriksa sistem pendawaian hingga ke aras paling atas. Semua pekerja kontraktor sudah balik. Tinggal dia dan penjaga bangunan aras bawah dengan bunyi mesin yang masih berdengung dari jauh.

Lif berhenti di Aras 9. Sepasang lampu menyala. Dia tekan butang Aras 8
Tapi pintu lif terbuka sendiri.
Aras 9 sepatutnya belum siap belum ada lampu, belum ada dinding dipasang, dan belum ada orang dibenarkan naik.

Namun lantai itu terang.
Lampunya putih bersih, tapi berkelip halus seperti generator tak stabil.
Rafi pandang sekilas, mahu tutup pintu lif, tetapi sesuatu terdetik dalam fikirannya kalau lampu menyala, mungkin ada pekerja tertinggal.
Dia melangkah keluar.

Aras 9 sangat sunyi. Bau cat, simen, dan logam bercampur kuat. Dinding belum berkemas sepenuhnya; ada plastik penutup bergoyang sikit-sikit oleh angin yang entah dari mana datangnya.
Dia berjalan perlahan sambil mengetuk rangka dinding.

“Hello? Ada orang lagi ke?”

Tiada jawapan.

Hingga dia nampak bayang seseorang di hujung lorong berdiri menghadap dinding, bahu naik turun seperti sedang tarik nafas cepat.

Rafi menelan air liur.

“Bang? Kau okay?”

Orang itu tidak bergerak.

Rafi mendekat dengan hati-hati. Makin hampir, makin jelas bahawa lelaki itu memakai pakaian kontraktor, tetapi bajunya kotor seperti terseret.

Bila tinggal kurang satu meter, Rafi mengangkat tangan.

“Bang ”

Lelaki itu menoleh.

Mata hitam penuh, macam dua lubang gelap. Mulutnya terbuka sedikit, bibir terkoyak. Wajahnya seperti cuba meniru ekspresi manusia tetapi tidak berjaya.

Rafi terdorong ke belakang.

Lelaki itu tiba-tiba bergerak. Bukan lari tetapi meluncur, macam tubuhnya diheret sesuatu yang tidak kelihatan. Laju.

Rafi sempat mengelak ke tepi, bahunya terhentak pada rangka dinding. Lelaki itu melanggar kawasan tempat dia berdiri tadi, mencakar lantai dengan jari yang sudah patah sikit.

Rafi cabut lari.

Lorong itu panjang, dinding kiri kanan belum siap. Dia merempuh plastik penutup, bunyinya memerangkap panik dalam kepalanya sendiri. Di belakang, lelaki itu bergerak lagi, bunyi tulang berkeriut setiap kali tubuhnya berpusing arah.

Rafi berpaling sedikit, lelaki itu semakin laju.

Rafi capai sebatang kayu pemegang besi dari lantai dan menghayun ke arah makhluk itu ketika ia hampir menerkam. Hentaman itu kuat. Kepalanya terundur, tapi tubuhnya tidak rebah. Makhluk itu hanya membetulkan posisi, seperti badan yang tak rasa sakit.

Rafi hentak sekali lagi. Kali ini dia sasar lutut. Lutut itu berbunyi kuat, kaki makhluk itu bengkok ke dalam. Barulah ia jatuh.

Rafi terus lari ke arah lif.

Lif terletak di ruang terbuka yang lebih terang. Dia tekan butang berkali-kali. Pintu masih belum buka.
Di belakangnya, makhluk itu mula bangun, kaki masih terlipat, tapi tubuhnya memaksa diri berdiri, tulang berbunyi halus satu demi satu.

Rafi maki dalam hati. Dia tengok panel elektrik berdekatan. Dia capai pemotong wayar yang ada dalam beg, dan memutuskan fius kecil yang mengawal lampu aras 9.

Satu tingkat itu gelap serta-merta.

Rafi menahan nafas, melangkah perlahan ke belakang. Dia dengar makhluk itu terhenti,
seolah-olah hilang arah.

Kemudian…

Satu nafas panjang kedengaran. Bukan dari Rafi.

Makhluk itu tahu dia dekat.
Ia merangkak ke arah bunyi.

Rafi diam sehabis daya. Lif masih tak sampai. Dia faham satu perkara,dia kena alihkan perhatian makhluk itu.

Dia ambil satu batu kecil di lantai dan baling ke kiri, sekuat yang boleh.

Bunyi batu itu memantul pada besi.

Makhluk itu terus bergerak ke arah bunyi. Laju.
Rafi ambil peluang itu, merangkak perlahan ke arah lif. Dia tekan butang sekali lagi, kali ini pintu terbuka.
Pada saat pintu berbunyi ting itu, makhluk itu tersentak.

Ia memusingkan badan ke arah Rafi dalam gelap.
Rafi lari masuk ke lif dan tekan butang tutup pintu berkali-kali.

Makhluk itu mula berlari.

Dalam beberapa saat, ia sudah berada kurang tiga meter.

Pintu hampir rapat.
Makhluk itu melompat.

Pintu tertutup tepat sebelum ia sempat sampai.
Tubuh makhluk itu menghentam pintu dengan bunyi logam kejam.

Lif bergerak turun.

Rafi terduduk, nafas pecah. Tangannya berdarah sedikit, tetapi dia hidup.

Bila sampai Aras 1, semua lampu menyala seperti biasa. Penjaga bangunan terpinga melihat Rafi yang berpeluh dan pucat.

“Apa jadi?” tanya lelaki itu.

Rafi tak tahu nak jawab apa. Dia hanya memandang ke arah lif yang sedang tutup semula.
Lif itu bergetar sekejap.

Seperti sesuatu di atas sedang bergerak ikut turun.
Rafi melangkah ke belakang perlahan.

Dan dari speaker kecil di dalam lif, suara lelaki kontraktor itu kedengaran..serak, tiruan, bukan manusia.

“Kau dah turun. Tapi aku belum habis.”

Pintu lif terbuka kosong.

Tapi sesuatu telah mengusik udara.
Dan Rafi tahu Aras 9 bukan tak siap.
Aras 9 disembunyikan.

Dan sesuatu di situ mahu keluar.

💀 Tamat

DESCRIPTION :
Sebuah bangunan pejabat yang sepatutnya tak berpenghuni pada waktu malam tiba-tiba hidup dengan sesuatu yang bukan manusia. Rafi, seorang juruteknik, ditugaskan untuk memeriksa pendawaian di aras yang dikatakan masih belum siap. Tetapi malam itu, aras tersebut menyala sendiri dan sesuatu yang menyerupai manusia, tetapi tidak bernafas seperti manusia, mula mengejarnya.

DISCLAIMER :
Cerita ini bukan untuk yang penakut, bukan untuk yang s**a tinggal sorang-sorang waktu malam, dan bukan untuk kontraktor yang s**a claim overtime tapi tak naik check atas.

COPYRIGHT © 2025 by MFI Collection. Jangan copy, jangan repost tanpa izin/kredit. Simpan sini je, takut dia ikut balik.

Follow atau “benda” tu ikut kau balik nanti 👀.

Sebarang cadangan atau pendapat boleh komen dekat wall aku.

Terima kasih baca sampai habis 🫡.

11/12/2025

Selamat malam.

Moga lampu bilik kau tak berkelip dua kali macam tadi.
Kalau ada bunyi nafas perlahan dekat belakang, jangan toleh dulu.
Kadang benda yang ikut dari siang baru pandai menyapa waktu malam.

Tidur elok elok ya. Kalau rasa tilam tenggelam sikit, buat tak tahu saja. 👀

11/12/2025

TITLE:THE PANTRY GHOST

My office is small, but the pantry feels like Hogwarts’ secret room,every time someone enters, something weird happens.

That day, I only wanted to heat up my sad bachelor rice. That’s all. But from the doorway I already heard someone chewing biscuits with pure vengeance.

Crunch.

Crunch.

Crunch.

I checked the time.
11:50 p.m.
I was working overtime for audit.

The pantry was empty. One of the lights flickered like it was about to host an EDM concert.
I stepped inside.
The chewing stopped.

I whispered,

“If someone’s here… just say something. Don’t steal biscuits quietly.”

Suddenly the biscuit jar toppled over.

Thud.
I froze.

“Okay… fine. If you’re hungry, eat… but please don’t finish the Digestive. That’s the only good one.”

Silence.

I opened the microwave, put in the rice, closed it, and pressed start.

The microwave sounded weird not the usual bzzzz.
It sounded like

“Bzz—hey who are you?”

“Shut up, microwave.”

“I’m not a microwave, I..”

I pressed stop immediately.
I swear the microwave was arguing.
I stepped back slowly.

And from the corner of the room… a floating head appeared.

Just a head.

Hovering.

Staring at me while chewing a biscuit.

“You… hungry too?”

I screamed.

It screamed.

The microwave yelled for no reason.

I snapped,

“Are you a ghost or what, eating my biscuits?!”

It raised one finger.

“First: I don’t disturb people. I’m just hungry.
Second: your rice looks depressed.”

I was offended.

“Wow. Even ghosts body-shame human food?!”

The ghost coughed. Biscuit crumbs fell everywhere.

“I’m actually the pantry guardian. But since everyone leaves early these days, I got bored. So… I snack.”

I pulled a chair and sat down.

“So you’re the pantry ghost?”

It nodded while hovering slowly.

“Yeah. Temporary position. My appointment letter… gone missing. Not sure about my salary either.”

At this point I wasn’t even scared anymore.
Weird stuff happens in my office way too often.

“Can you haunt people?”

“I can… but I’m lazy. People always leave this pantry messy. I’m tired of nagging.”

We talked. Turns out the ghost wasn’t evil just overworked.
Suddenly the pantry door swung open hard.
Haikal, my coworker, walked in.

He froze seeing me talking to… air.

“I thought you finally went crazy,” he said.

I pointed at the floating head.

“You see that?”

Haikal stared.
His eyes widened.
He slowly offered his hand.

“Uh… bro… want a biscuit?”

The ghost took it.

“Thank you, kid. You’re kind.”

Haikal whispered to me,

“What’s his KPI? Floating that stable?”

The three of us started talking.
It felt like a chaotic ghost podcast.
The ghost told us he used to work in HR before he died.

Too much stress.

Even after death, he still monitors people’s break time.
Then the lights went out.
The ghost whispered

“My boss is here.”

Both of us immediately said:

“THE GHOST HAS A BOSS?!”

From the dark corner, a tall figure appeared.
Its body looked like black smoke, but it wore a lanyard with a name tag.

“PANTRY GHOST, DID YOU TAKE THE BISCUIT JAR WITHOUT APPROVAL?”

The floating head shrank.

“Boss… I was hungry…”

The boss roared.

“TOMORROW YOU REPORT TO THE THIRD FLOOR PANTRY!”

“BUT BOSS I CAN’T FLOAT THAT FAR..”

“DOESN’T MATTER!”

The boss yanked the floating head like a plastic shopping bag.
Both disappeared.
The lights came back on.
Haikal exhaled.

“Bro… I’m resigning tomorrow.”

I nodded.

“I’m resigning tonight.”

Since that day, the pantry has been quieter.
No biscuits go missing.
No more talking microwave.

But sometimes, around midnight…
the biscuit jar shakes a little.
Like someone’s trying to steal one.

And I hear a tiny voice from inside:

“Bro… I miss Digestive…”

I shut the pantry door tight and go home.
The next morning I submitted my resignation.
Through email.

Because if I leave the letter on the table, the ghost boss might be the one who signs it.

THE END

DESCRIPTION:
In a supposedly “peaceful” office, two exhausted employees get trapped in the most ridiculous haunting ever: a floating ghost head that’s hungry, sassy, and possibly heartbroken because no one refills the biscuit jar. This is the story of three beings two tired humans and one affection-deprived ghost sharing one small pantry and one big problem: who actually started the chaos?

DISCLAIMER:
No employees, ghosts, or biscuit jars were seriously harmed during the making of this story. If anyone is traumatised, that’s entirely the ghost’s fault for not understanding personal space.

COPYRIGHT:
Story belong to this account’s owner, MFI Collection. Do not copy, steal, or repost to Wattpad in the “my dad didn’t approve” genre.

Don’t forget to follow, or I’ll send the floating head to sit beside you while you eat instant noodles at 2 a.m.

11/12/2025

Kau nam santai-santai dekat ruang pejabat, tapi ada “sesuatu”
yang lain dah santai dulu.

11/12/2025

TAJUK :PUAKA BILIK REHAT

Pejabat aku kecil, tapi bilik rehat dia macam bilik rahsia Hogwarts,setiap kali orang masuk, mesti ada benda pelik berlaku.

Aku hari tu cuma nak panaskan nasi bujang aku. Tu saja. Tapi dari pintu lagi aku dah dengar bunyi macam ada orang tengah kunyah biskut dengan penuh dendam.

Kriuk.

Kriuk.

Kriuk.

Aku pandang jam.
11.50 malam.
Aku kerja OT sebab audit.

Bilik rehat kosong. Lampu satu berkelip-kelip macam nak buat konsert EDM.

Aku masuk.
Bunyi kunyah tu berhenti.

Aku cakap perlahan,

“Kalau ada orang… bagilah tahu. Jangan makan biskut curi-curi.”

Tiba-tiba biskut dalam balang jatuh sendiri.
Gedebuk.
Aku terus beku.

“Okay. Tak apa. Kalau lapar, makanlah… tapi jangan habiskan Digestive tu. Itu je yang sedap.”

Tak ada jawapan.

Aku buka microwave. Masukkan nasi. Tutup. Tekan start.

Microwave bunyi pelik. Bukan bzzzz biasa.
bunyinya macam,

“Bzz—eh kau ni siapa?”

“Diamlah microwave.”

“Aku bukan microwave, aku..”

Aku terus tekan stop.

Aku sumpah microwave tu macam tengah argue.
Aku undur ke belakang perlahan-lahan.
Dari sudut bilik… muncul satu kepala.

Kepala je.

Tergantung.

Tengok aku sambil kunyah biskut.

“Ha… lapar jugak kau?”

Aku jerit.
Dia jerit.
Microwave pun berbunyi, entah kenapa.

Aku terus marah,

“Kau hantu ke apa makan biskut aku?”

Kepala tu angkat satu jari,

“Pertama: aku tak kacau orang. Aku cuma lapar. Kedua: kau bujang sangat. Nasi pun warna pucat.”

Aku bengang.

“Eh! Hantu pun body-shame makanan manusia?!”

Dia terbatuk-batuk. Serdak biskut jatuh dari mulut.

“Aku sebenarnya penjaga bilik rehat ni. Tapi sejak staf lain cabut awal tiap malam, aku bosan. Jadi aku makan jelah.”

Aku tarik kerusi, duduk.

“Kau puaka bilik rehat ke?”

Dia angguk sambil terapung perlahan,

“Ha macam tu la. Jawatan sementara. Surat lantikan aku… entah hilang. Aku pun tak sure gaji berapa.”

Aku dah malas takut.

Benda pelik dah selalu sangat jadi dekat pejabat aku.
Aku tanya,

“Kau boleh kacau orang ke?”

“Boleh… tapi aku malas. Orang selalu tinggal bilik ni bersepah. Aku penat nak tegur.”

Kami sembang. Hantu ni bukan jahat. Dia cuma hantu yang penat kerja.

Tiba-tiba pintu bilik rehat terbuka kuat.
Masuklah Haikal, kawan pejabat aku.
Dia terpinga-pinga tengok aku sembang depan biskut.

“Aku ingat kau gila,” katanya.

Aku tunjuk kepala melayang tu.

“Kau nampak tak?”

Haikal tengok.
Mata dia besar.
Dia hulur tangan.

“Eh bang… nak biskut?”

Haikal tanya lembut sebab takut.

Hantu tu sambut,

“Terima kasih adik. Kau baik.”

Haikal bisik perlahan pada aku,

“Dia ni dapat KPI apa? Melayang pun steady…”

Kami bertiga sambung sembang.
Sumpah rasa macam podcast seram.
Hantu tu cerita banyak.

Katanya sebelum jadi puaka bilik rehat, dia kerja HR.
Terkena stress.
Sampai mati pun masih monitor orang makan pada masa rehat.

Tiba-tiba lampu terpadam.

Hantu tu bisik,

“Bos aku datang.”

Aku dan Haikal serentak,

“Bos hantu?!”

Dari sudut gelap muncul satu lembaga tinggi.
Badannya macam asap hitam, tapi berlengging pakai tag nama.

“PUAKA BILIK REHAT, KAU AMBIL BALANG BISKUT TANPA KELULUSAN?”

Kepala terapung tu terus kecut.

“Bos… saya lapar…”

Bos hantu tu mengaum,

“ESOK DATANG AWAL. JAGA PANTRY TINGKAT TIGA PULAK!”

“BOS SAYA TAK PANDAI TERAPUNG JAUH..”

“TAK KISAH!”

Bos tu tarik kepala melayang tu macam tarik plastik barang pasar malam.
Dua-dua hilang.
Aku dan Haikal diam.

Beberapa saat kemudian, lampu menyala semula.
Haikal tarik nafas.

“Bro… esok aku nak resign.”

Aku angguk.

“Aku dulu.”

Sejak hari tu, bilik rehat pejabat aku sunyi sikit.
Tak ada lagi biskut hilang.
Tak ada lagi suara microwave marah.

Tapi kadang-kadang, pukul 12 malam…
Balang biskut bergerak sikit.
Macam ada yang cuba curi satu.

Dan aku dengar suara perlahan dari dalam balang,

“Bro… aku rindu Digestive…”

Aku tutup pintu bilik rehat rapat-rapat dan terus balik.
Esoknya aku hantar notis berhenti kerja.

Melalui email.

Takut kalau letak atas meja, bos hantu pulak yang sign.

💀 Tamat

DESCRIPTION :
Dalam sebuah pejabat yang kononnya “tenang”, dua lelaki malang tersekat dalam situasi paling pelik pernah berlaku dekat bilik rehat: hantu kepala terapung yang nampak marah, lapar, dan mungkin sedih sebab tak ada siapa refill biskut dalam balang. Cerita ini mengisahkan apa yang terjadi bila tiga makhluk,dua manusia penat kerja, satu hantu tak cukup kasih sayang,berkongsi satu bilik kecil dan satu masalah besar. siapa sebenarnya yang mula kacau dulu.

DISCLAIMER :
Tiada pekerja, hantu, atau balang biskut cedera teruk semasa cerita ini ditulis. Kalau ada trauma, itu memang salah hantu tu sebab dia tak tahu konsep jarak sosial.

COPYRIGHT :
Cerita & cover ini hak cipta pemilik akaun ini MFI Collection. Jangan cedok, jangan screenshot buat novel wattpad versi bapak tak restu.

JANGAN LUPA FOLLOW, KALAU TIDAK…
Aku hantar kepala terapung tu duduk sebelah kau masa kau tengah makan maggi nanti.

11/12/2025

Yang mana ada Family Mart Apps tu,
Jangan lupa beli voucher ni!
Jimat sempena 12:12 ni 🫡
Boleh beli dalam 3 hari ni
Boleh redeem dalam masa sebulan.
Beli awal tak kalut 😂

11/12/2025

Kau tiba-tiba terbaca surat berhenti kerja seseorang, tapi isi kandungan dia buat kau meremang…. 💀

11/12/2025

SURAT BERHENTI KERJA

Aku kerja pejabat kecil, staf pun tak ramai. Tapi sejak beberapa bulan kebelakangan ni, satu demi satu orang resign. Bukan sebab gaji tak best. Bukan sebab bos garang.

Sebab… ramai cakap pejabat ni “tak selesa”.

Tapi tak ada siapa pernah jelaskan apa maksud “tak selesa”.

Malam itu aku kena tinggal seorang sebab kena siapkan dokumen tender. Yang pelik, printer asyik rosak, lampu bilik mesyuarat berkelip, dan koridor selalu rasa macam ada orang jalan perlahan.

Tapi aku dah biasa. Atau aku fikir aku dah biasa.

Sampai aku terjumpa satu sampul atas meja aku.

Tak bertanda. Tak ada nama. Tapi terselit kemas bawah keyboard. Macam baru diletakkan.

Aku yakin dari tadi, benda ni memang tak ada.

Aku buka perlahan.

Dalam tu ada surat berhenti kerja yang ditulis tangan.
Tapi tulisan dia pelik. Tegang. Macam tangan yang menulis tu ketar teruk.

Ayat pertama dah buat aku tak boleh bernafas sekejap.

“Kalau kau jumpa surat ini… maksudnya kau orang seterusnya.”

Aku terus pandang kiri kanan. Pejabat sunyi. Komputer aku je bunyi.

Aku baca lagi.

“Aku berhenti kerja bukan sebab tempat ini. Tapi sebab apa yang duduk dalam tempat ini.”

Aku berhenti.
Tiba tiba aku teringat gosip staf lama dulu. Ada yang kata pejabat ni pernah digunakan sebagai ruang sementara untuk simpan fail besar. Ada yang kata dulu tingkat lima terbakar, tapi yang itu orang selalu buat lawak, sebab bangunan ni cuma empat tingkat.

Macam urban legend budak pejabat.

Aku sambung baca.

“Benda itu tak s**a orang bekerja seorang diri selepas jam 10 malam. Ia s**a tempat yang sunyi, bila hanya satu manusia ada dalam bangunan.”

Aku tengok jam komputer.
10:42 malam.

Jantung aku terus ketuk rusuk.

“Aku perasan benda tu pertama kali bila aku dengar bunyi kerusi ditarik sendiri di bilik mesyuarat. Lepas tu bunyi kertas jatuh. Lepas tu bunyi nafas dekat telinga aku walaupun aku sorang.”

Aku tunduk perlahan.
Kerusi bilik mesyuarat tiga meter dari aku.

Senyap.
Tapi pintu dia terbuka sedikit.
Macam baru dibuka tadi.

Aku sambung baca walaupun tangan aku dah lembap peluh.

“Aku cuba berhenti kerja cara biasa. Hantar surat pada bos. Tapi setiap pagi surat itu hilang. Tak pernah sampai.”

Ayat itu buat aku tak sedap hati.
Sebab…
Minggu lepas ada staf akaun berhenti tiba tiba tanpa bagi alasan.
Minggu sebelum tu staf admin pun resign mendadak.
Mereka semua pekerja rajin.
Tapi tinggalkan beg, tumbler, sweater, semua dalam laci.
Macam mereka lari cepat sangat.

“Aku perasan satu benda. Kalau aku cuba keluar pejabat sebelum hantar surat, pintu selalu sangkut. Tak boleh buka. Macam ada tangan lain tarik dari luar.”

Aku pandang pintu utama.

Pintu kaca itu elok saja.
Tapi dalam pantulan kaca… aku nampak macam ada bayang hitam berdiri hujung koridor.

Aku pusing cepat.

Tak ada siapa.

Sambung baca lagi.

“Aku cuba lawan. Tapi benda itu tulis surat berhenti kerja bagi pihak aku. Aku tak pernah tulis, tapi aku jumpa salinan surat tu dalam laci aku. Ada nama aku. Ada tarikh. Ada tandatangan aku.”

Aku rasa jantung berhenti sekejap.

Sebab…

Seminggu lepas, bos aku ada cakap,

“Eh, kau nak berhenti? Aku jumpa surat kau bawah pintu bilik aku.”

Aku sumpah tak pernah tulis apa apa masa tu.
Aku ingat bos salah orang, atau budak-budak office prank aku.
Tapi bos buang surat itu, katanya cut-off date dah lepas, kena tulis semula kalau betul betul nak resign.

Tapi…
Kalau surat itu bukan aku tulis…

Aku telan air liur dan baca ayat terakhir.

“Kalau kau jumpa surat ini…
jangan duduk sorang sorang selepas 10.
Jangan pandang cermin pejabat.
Dan jangan, jangan sekali kali tengok bawah meja waktu kau rasa sesuatu tarik kaki kau.”

Aku berhenti.
Nafas aku terputus.

Sebab aku baru perasan…

Bawah meja aku sejuk.
Sejuk yang bukan dari aircond.

Sejuk yang datang dari arah satu tempat saja.

Dari bawah.
Betul betul bawah kaki aku.

Aku perlahan angkat kaki.

Ada bunyi kain geser.
Macam sesuatu undur perlahan ke belakang.

Aku terus bangun. Simpan surat.
Capai beg.

Pintu pejabat depan aku nampak jelas.
Tapi masa aku capai tombol…

TOMBOL TU TAK BERGERAK.

Macam ditarik perlahan dari luar.

Aku tarik kuat.
Tak gerak juga.

Dalam senyap, dari belakang…

Aku dengar kerusi bilik mesyuarat bergerak.
Satu kali.
Kemudian bunyi tapak kaki perlahan.
Seret.
Tak sekata.
Langkah berat.
Semakin dekat ke arah aku.

Aku tak berani pusing.
Aku cuma tekan muka aku pada pintu kaca, cuba cari udara.

Dalam pantulan kaca, aku nampak sesuatu perlahan keluar dari gelap hujung koridor.

Badan tinggi.
Terlalu tinggi untuk manusia normal.
Kepala tunduk.
Leher panjang.
Dan tangan dia…
pegang SEKUMPUL kertas.

Banyak.

Macam surat surat yang hilang sebelum ini.
Surat semua staf yang berhenti tanpa sempat hantar.

Dia berhenti beberapa langkah dari aku.

Dalam pantulan kaca, aku nampak dia angkat satu surat.
Surat warna putih.
Bersih.
Baru.
Ada nama.

Nama aku.

Tarikh: Hari ini.
Masa: 10.45 malam.
Tandatangan: sama macam tandatangan aku… tapi bentuknya mencengkam kertas.

Dia perlahan angkat muka.

Tak ada mata.
Tak ada hidung.
Cuma kulit kosong yang bergerak naik turun macam ada sesuatu tekan dari dalam.

Dia hulurkan surat pada aku.

Dan suara perlahan bercampur bunyi seret keluar dari tempat yang sepatutnya tak ada mulut:

“Giliran kau.”

Lampu pejabat padam semua sekali.

Pintu tiba tiba terbuka sendiri.

Aku lari sampai luar bangunan.
Tak pandang belakang.

Keesokan pagi, bos call aku.

Nada dia pelik… perlahan.

“Aku dah terima surat berhenti kerja kau.”

“Dokumen tu ada cap jari kau.”

Aku tak bernafas sekejap.

Sejak malam tu, printer rumah aku hidup sendiri setiap jam 10.
Setiap kali satu kertas keluar.

Kosong.

Tapi ada bekas penekan bentuk jari.
Empat jari panjang.
Satu lagi pendek dan bengkok.

Surat terakhir yang keluar malam tadi ada satu ayat kecil sangat, macam dicakar:

“Malam esok, pukul 10.. Surat berhenti kau dari dunia ni siap.”

Aku terkaku, terus aku tak sedarkan diri.

Tamat 👀

DESCRIPTION :
Cerita seram ngeri tentang seorang pekerja yang ditugaskan menyiapkan surat berhenti kerja, tapi dia tak sedar surat itu bukan milik manusia.

DISCLAIMER :
Cerita ini mengandungi tema pejabat toksik versi supernatural, bunyi kerusi bergerak sendiri, makhluk tanpa muka yang memproses surat resign, dan printer yang lebih rajin daripada staf sebenar. Tidak sesuai dibaca dalam pejabat selepas jam 10 malam kecuali anda memang s**a risiko.

Copyright © 2025 by MFI Collection. Jangan copy, jangan repost tanpa izin. Simpan sini je, takut dia ikut balik.

Jangan lupa follow, kalau benda yang pegang surat tu tunggu kau dekat koridor pejabat malam ni.

11/12/2025

The Oil Tanker

That night, the village road felt strangely silent. The wind wasn’t moving, the trees made no sound. Only one thing could be heard from far away,
the slow, heavy rumble of an engine. Like a big truck.

I had just left my cousin’s house, walking home because it was close. There were only two streetlights, both dim like they were about to die. From the corner ahead, I saw two large lights… getting closer and closer. High headlights, glowing a thick yellow like they hadn’t been serviced in years.

An oil tanker, my mind whispered. The one that always parks near the community hall at night.

But tonight it was moving too slowly, like the driver had never driven it before.

When the lorry passed beside me, I noticed something. The driver’s window was pitch-black. I couldn’t see a face at all. Just a shape… a head… but the weird thing was, it didn’t move. Not even a twitch.

The truck slowed to a stop. The sound of its brakes dragged long and metallic, like someone pulling iron across the road.

I thought the driver wanted to ask for directions. But the window didn’t roll down, the door didn’t open. Nothing. Just the engine humming low, like someone sighing.

I kept walking. I didn’t dare stare for too long.

Just a few steps later, the engine died. Instantly silent. Even the wind seemed to freeze.

I didn’t dare look back.

But when I reached the junction near my house, I saw the truck again…
right in front of me.

No sound. No signal. No brake lights. Like it had teleported.

I swallowed hard, pretending not to see it.

As I walked past the front a bit, I noticed a thin crack on the driver’s window… and through that crack, I saw an eye.

It didn’t blink.

But what made my whole body tremble wasn’t the eye.
On the passenger seat, there were long, deep claw marks… like something had been trying to break out of the cabin.

A small sound came from inside. A dragging sound.
Uneven breathing. Like someone holding pain… or holding rage.

I stepped back slowly.

Before I could even react, the driver’s window lowered just a little.
Enough for me to hear a voice. A deep, raspy one.

“Fuel… is empty…”

I didn’t know why that voice didn’t sound like it came from a human throat. It sounded distant, pulled out from somewhere it shouldn’t be.

I wanted to run, but my legs felt heavy.
The truck began inching toward me, chasing me… without its engine running. Its wheels sliding over the tar like it was being dragged by something.

I bolted. Ran straight into my yard. From between the gate bars, I saw the truck stop right in front of my house. Its headlights flickered like something was touching the wires inside.

Then the lights went out. The whole truck went dark.

And then… something happened.

The back part of the tanker… sank a little.
Like something incredibly heavy was stepping out of the tank.

The ground beneath me vibrated.
Not strong, but enough to push my heartbeat straight into my throat.

It didn’t come out fully. But I saw its shadow on the ground.
A long silhouette. A body shape… but way too tall to be human.

I ran inside and locked every door.

But when I closed the curtains, I saw the truck was gone.
The road empty.
No tire marks.
No engine sound leaving.
Nothing.

Like it never existed.

The next morning, I told my dad. He stayed quiet for a long time.
Then he said something that made my skin crawl cold.

“I know that truck.”

Turns out, over twenty years ago, an oil tanker crashed on a bend near the village. The tank ruptured, fire everywhere, the driver and passenger… didn’t make it out in time.

Dad added:

“If that truck shows up at night, it’s not looking for a way out. It’s looking for someone who didn’t greet it while passing. It thinks that person is the same as the ones who didn’t help it back then.”

Dad looked at me.

“And I’m sure… you didn’t greet it, right?”

I didn’t answer. Because I remembered clearly…
I didn’t.
I was too scared to even think.

And when I stepped out to go to the shop that morning, I saw something on the road outside my gate.

A thick, black stain of oil.
Like the truck had stopped there the night before.

But what made me lose sleep:

Beside the oil stain, on the ground… a footprint.

One.
Huge.
And the shape… definitely not human.

That night, I woke up to a low sound outside.

A heavy engine.
Far away.
Slow.
Getting closer.

And a deep voice, whispering the same words…

“Fuel… is empty…”

Don’t forget to follow, unless that thing from the tank decides to stand under your window tonight.

💀 End

DESCRIPTION:
A quiet village night turns into a nightmare when an old oil tanker appears with no engine sound, no visible driver, and no logic. It follows a man home, leaving oil stains, towering shadows, and a voice that should’ve never survived the accident that killed it. And the reason for all the haunting… was only because he didn’t greet it.

DISCLAIMER:
Don’t stare at any truck parked by the roadside tonight. If you see a dark window and thick yellow lights, pretend you didn’t. This is just a story, but if you’re stubborn… don’t blame me if you hear “fuel… is empty…” from your junction.

COPYRIGHT © 2025 by MFI Collection. Do not copy, repost, or claim without permission. Keep it here in case it decides to follow the source instead.

Don’t forget to follow, unless the thing from the tank stops under your window tonight.

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