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  • MONSTERNEXTDOOR, Chapter 11: Humans Tend To Change, Be It Physically Or Emotionally

    MONSTERNEXTDOOR, Chapter 11: Humans Tend To Change, Be It Physically Or Emotionally

       MONSTERNEXTDOOR, Chapter 11: Humans Tend To Change, Be It Physically Or Emotionally.

    I flopped down on my bed, exhausted, glanced at the clock showing it was past ten, and there was no sign of the person next door returning. The football match was won, the drums were played. Now, what will surprise me next?

    From what I’ve learned about him for a while now, Phii Godt is extremely active in activities. Not only personal activities, but if anyone asks for help, he agrees to everything.

    You could say he’s truly a person of society.

    Since I don’t know when he’ll come back, I try to keep myself busy, taking a shower, shampooing my hair, folding the laundry I just took down, tidying up the messy room, organizing the books on the desk.

    Then I spent a good amount of time playing with young-master.

    “Is it delicious?” I lay on the edge of the fish tank watching youngmaster eating water spinach with great relish. When I sat down to chat, he just stared at me with his beady eyes for a while before turning back to nibble on the spinach.

    After sitting for a bit, I grabbed my phone and only then noticed Phii Wan had messaged me on Line.

    CHECK

    Wann

    Sorry about today.

    I’ll buy some snacks to apologize.

    OnlyOne

    You don’t have to buy anything, bro.

    Wann

    Donuts, then.

    Wann

    There’s someone who just finished work but won’t sit down to eat with us.

    Wann

    He said he has a lunch appointment with his neighbor.

    He took the lunch box and left.

    [Sending a picture]

    OnlyOne Oh.

    Thanks.

    OnlyOne

    Huh.

    I furrowed my brows looking at the picture Phii Wan sent, before bursting out laughing. The broad back of Phii Godt under his student uniform, right hand holding a lunch box, followed by Charcoal who was chasing after it, making him lift his leg to shoo the dog away.

    With people, he seems loved, but with this dog, they appear to be arch-enemies from a past life.

    I didn’t sit smiling at the picture for long before the sound of a key turning came from the next room, followed by the usual sound of the door closing. I quickly opened the glass door and flopped down onto the turtle pillow, looking at the starless sky, ready to talk with someone else.

    What will we talk about today? Will I get to know him better, the Khun Godzilla wearing the Ultraman mask?

    Ding

    The sound of a bell rang from the balcony next door, as if he was putting it back in its place. Then, Khun Godzilla’s deep, soft voice replaced it.

    “Have you eaten yet, little turtle?”

    “I have. What about you?”

    “You didn’t wait for me! So heartless!”

    “I was hungry.”

    “Next time, wait, okay?”

    “Okay.”

    “I’m so hungry,” he mumbled like a child.

    Why not eat at the restaurant if you’re hungry? Why bring it up here to eat in the room?

    Or maybe because he once said he liked eating with me.

    “Why do you like eating with me?” I asked while I heard him opening his food box. The person next door went quiet for a moment. I thought of many possible answers like, “It’s fun to eat and chat, or I can eat momo anytime, it doesn’t matter.”

    “Eating alone is lonely.”

    Liar.

    “You’re a lonely person, a lonely Godzilla.” I couldn’t even say it nicely; I had to soften my voice to sound more endearing.

    Sigh

    If Phii Wan hadn’t messaged me just now, that reason might have been acceptable, but with all his friends around, he still sneaks away with his food from Charcoal to eat in the room? The excuse of eating alone being lonely just doesn’t hold.

    But not wanting to argue, I changed the subject instead.

    “Did you get the bell back?”

    “Yes, I went to claim it back.”

    “And why did you buy one for me? You could have given mine to Biu.”

    “That’s Biu, this is you Nong Diew, that one and you, do you see the importance yet?”

    “How can you call a woman ‘that’?”

    “If you meet her in person, you’ll understand why I call her ‘that’.”

    When he mentioned meeting in person, I just stayed silent. Even though I wanted to thank him for wearing an Ultraman mask because he didn’t want me to see his face, telling him about going to meet him wouldn’t be a good idea; it might lead to a long, drawn-out explanation. So, I chose to keep quiet. I was just impressed by the fact that he went out to buy the mask, impressed enough not to forget it.

    “Phii Godt”

    “Hmm?”

    If one day you meet me in person, what would you do?”

    “Asking this means you want to meet me, huh? Hehehe, water drops on stone every day, even the stone would say it wants to meet the coolest brother,” he laughed, his voice so annoying that I really wanted to send young-master to bite him, plus his phrasing was all wrong, giving me a headache.

    “No, just asking.”

    “What’s the first thing you’d want to do?”

    “Yes.”

    “Take you out for a meal, and if we meet again, I’d take you out for snacks, go cycling, sit in a café, have nice coffee, or if you don’t want to leave the room, I’d buy snacks to eat together, watch movies, read books, play around, play games, oh, there’s so much to do, I’d even buy a PlayStation 4 to play with you. Well, I have money to spare.”

    The first sentences were cute, but later on, it started to get annoying!

    “And if we don’t meet?”

    “Then we’ll keep chatting like this. Do you want to eat anything? I’ll buy it for you.”

    “You don’t have to buy anything for me; I can buy whatever I want when I feel like it.”

    “I’m not asking if you can buy it yourself; I’m asking what you want to eat, I’ll buy it. Oh, you like to decide things for yourself.”

    You’re the one deciding things for yourself, mister.

    “Thank you for trying to do a lot of things for me that no one has ever done before.” I placed my hand on the book cover and gently stroked it, not knowing what else to do with my hands.

    The more I get to know Phii Godt, the more I get lost. Now, I don’t even know where I’m heading.

    I just wanted to thank him for trying to do all this for me.

    “It’s nothing, I did it because I wanted to. It wasn’t hard at all.”

    “And what about you, do you want anything?” I asked while hearing him rustle the plastic bag. Phii Godt made a soft humming sound.

    “No. I’m quite happy now.”

    “No, I mean like gifts or something.”

    “Why would you buy me anything?”

    “I want to repay you, you buy me Pocky every day, but I’ve never given you anything.”

    I don’t really want anything. Just sitting quietly in the room with you is enough.”

    “Huh?”

    “If I want something, I’ll tell you. We don’t need to move much, like a lady.”

    “Phii Godt!” I yelled at him with a squeaky voice, hearing his mischievous laugh in return. Why is this guy so good at being annoying? The more I talk to him, the more of a headache I get, but even with the headache, I can’t stop smiling.

    We chatted for a while until I yawned, tears coming out so I had to wipe them away.

    “Tired?”

    “A little, I walked a lot today.” Walking back and forth between the faculty building and the university’s central cafeteria, sometimes it made me out of breath, especially for someone like me who doesn’t exercise much!

    “Where did you walk to?”

    “To see a dog.” Because I was staring blankly at the orange street lights below, I accidentally said it out loud. I was startled when I realized, getting up in a fluster when Phii Godt didn’t reply.

    Uh… um…”

    “A big dog, right? Cute, but it has a bad temper, it barked at me loudly.”

    Phii Godt didn’t ask if I saw him there. He didn’t even care which part of the cafeteria I was in. He didn’t ask anything at all, just like Phii Beert said. He didn’t care if he would see me. He just wanted me to go see the dog, that’s all.

    Ah…

    Suddenly, I felt warm for no reason.

    I buried my face in my knees, making a whining sound to ask him,

    “Are you not on good terms with dogs?”

    “I like dogs, but dogs like to yap at me, or maybe they’re jealous because I’m too handsome, sigh, they’re just useless.”

    Is this self-diagnosed narcissism a new disease?

    “Phii Godt…”

    “Hmm?”

    “Aren’t you going to ask if I’ve met you?”

    The sound from the creature next door went silent.

    No need to ask, actually, I wanted you to see the dog. As for me, I’m just a bonus.”

    I secretly smiled a little, not knowing how many times I should thank him for it to be enough. It’s like he pays attention to the small, insignificant things that some might think are pointless, but he turns those small things into something big, as if this guy is very intent on stepping into my world, and he’s never forced or made it feel uncomfortable even once.

    That’s why I feel at ease talking to you.

    And I don’t want to lose you either.

    “Thank you. I like it, the Ultraman mask.”

    “Sure, actually, I bought a dozen. If you want, I’ll give you one.”

    “Huh, why did you buy so many?”

    “So I can switch them up, like seven days, seven styles.”

    “Are you going to wear one every day?”

    “I’m wearing one right now.”

    Crazy!

    “It’s time to sleep,” his deep voice interrupted while I was thinking if he was really wearing the Ultraman mask right now, or if he was just messing around, which is probably more likely.

    “Then, good night.”

    “Good night.”

    I closed the glass door and jumped onto the bed, burying my face into the soft pillow with happiness.

    Ultraman, huh…

    Then tonight, I’ll dream of you, Ultraman.

    Even if he says he doesn’t want anything.

    In the end, I still want to buy something as a gift for him.

    Not knowing where to go shopping, I decided to buy from an app. I spent hours looking but didn’t know what to get, all the while thinking about the wind chime he got for me, feeling that Phii Godt’s taste was much better than mine. If I were to choose a gift for someone, it would probably just be books.

    Come to think of it, he seems to like One Piece.

    I searched for “One Piece figures,” scrolled through them, and when I saw the price of the Luffy model, I had to swallow hard. That could cover young-master’s food for a month, so I gave up. I looked for other collectibles that I thought a guy like Phii Godt would like, and I found a small Luffy keychain that was reasonably priced.

    That’s it, this one.

    I ordered it without thinking twice, paid through the app, and got ready to go to class.

    The clock on my phone showed it was half past eight; I didn’t have to rush today. It was the first day I left the room later than usual since the professor had postponed the class to nine. I tapped on young-master’s shell to say goodbye like every day, prepared my bag, checked myself in the mirror, and opened my door.

    Same old Pocky, but this time there was a large paper bag with something inside, along with a pink Post-it note.

    ‘The Lady Ultraman mask says you’ll have good luck today.’

    I pulled out the Lady Ultraman mask from the bag, stood still looking at the mask with the dot eyes before walking back into the room to put away the plastic mask with the elastic band. But before I did, I stood in front of the mirror and tried placing the mask on my face. When I looked at myself through the dot eyes in the mirror, I burst out laughing.

    So, when he said he bought a dozen different ones, he really meant it.

    The mask was carefully placed on the bookshelf. I closed the door and walked past the next room with my usual smile, headed straight to the elevator, and pressed the button for the ground floor. Before reaching downstairs, I ran into Phii Wan and Phii Beert who were buying noodles in front of the dorm.

    “Oh, Diew.”

    Phii Wan waved at me cheerfully; these days I’ve been seeing both of them more than anything else. I waved back at my seniors and walked over. Today, both of them were wearing engineering faculty shirts, making them look a bit unusual.

    “Good to see you.”

    “You wake up early every day, huh?” Phii Beert smiled at me, his hands full of bags of food.

    “Did you buy those… for Phii Godt?”

    “Huh. We’re going to eat together, actually. Today, Godt woke up early, he’s going to eat at the faculty.”

    “Phii Godt… woke up early?” My voice conveyed my curiosity as I asked. Phii Beert and Phii Wan looked at me for a moment, then something seemed to click for them.

    “Hey!”

    “Beert, did you see my watch?”

    The deep voice from behind was a clear indication that Phii Godt indeed woke up early. I widened my eyes looking at Phii Beert who was frantically waving at the person behind me, Phii Wan rushed over to his friend who was walking towards us. Meanwhile, Phii Beert quickly moved to shield me as if our meeting was forbidden.

    Fate, we’ve been here for over a month without ever meeting, and now we meet just like this?

    Everything was in disarray.

    “What are you doing?”

    “Oh, nothing. Do you want anything else to eat, grilled pork or something? Let’s do grilled pork.”

    “No way. I don’t want that, I want noodles.”

    “Noodles now? There aren’t any bowls at the faculty.”

    “I can eat from the bag.”

    “Godt, come on!”

    Phii Wan couldn’t stop his friend. Standing with my back turned, I could hear Phii Godt’s footsteps getting closer, then he ordered noodles from the uncle.

    “Just pork, uncle, lots of pork, not much with the morning glory, it’s too much to swallow.”

    After ordering, the curious one turned to chatter with Phii Beert. I gripped the cloth bag beside me tightly, my hands were sweating, my mind racing for an escape. Should I casually walk away, or should I run out now and catch a taxi?

    “What are you doing? And who’s that behind you, huh? You’re hiding the kid, not telling anyone.”

    “Yeah, a kid, your next-door neighbor.”

    “Huh?”

    “Nong Diew.”

    “Hey!” Phii Godt exclaimed in a high-pitched voice, turning the three of us into four. We stood around for a while, then Charcoal joined in, making the atmosphere less awkward. Charcoal wagged his tail at me, his eyes pleading for food until I couldn’t resist squatting down to scratch his head.

    “Diew.”

    The deep, soft voice I remembered well mumbled, but I heard it clearly in both ears. It was the second time we had met by chance, and this time, Phii Godt had seen me too.

    Coincidence isn’t part of the three rules for bedtime chats, and this time we didn’t see each other’s faces, so the promise continues.

    I looked at the dark shadow of Phii Beert, who was leaning against himself, before his shadow moved slightly away, replaced by another shadow. A large, warm hand touched my head, ruffling my hair gently.

    The touch startled me, making me stiff as a stone, unable to move.

    Besides the touch of his hand, I caught the scent of his cologne, indicating that the owner of the hand wasn’t Phii Beert, but the living being from the room next door who was now ruffling my hair. Phii Godt’s hand…

    “Don’t forget to eat. Study hard, and see you at ten tonight.”

    The warm hand withdrew, leaving only the warmth of the touch from the being next door, along with my heart beating faster in my chest, probably from the sudden excitement of seeing him.

    “I’ll turn around to give you time to escape. One, two, three, four…”

    I stood up, clutched my bag tighter, and hurriedly walked to catch a taxi. Once in the taxi, I touched my head where someone’s hand had just been.

    Unlike Phii Beert’s hand, which felt like that of a brother or a father, Phii Godt’s touch was more than that. It hinted at something deeper, something I couldn’t put into words, but I knew it felt unexpectedly good, even though I hadn’t expected it at all.

    It wasn’t the touch that felt like a father, nor was it the touch that felt like an older brother.

    But it was a touch that made me feel like

    He was someone important, someone I wanted to keep close for a long time.

    Long enough to feel that touch from those hands again.

    Because once was really not enough.

        MONSTER NEXT DOOR CHAPTERS HOME

  • MONSTERNEXTDOOR, Chapter 10: How Valuable Is ‘His’ Effort To ‘Us’?

    MONSTERNEXTDOOR, Chapter 10: How Valuable Is ‘His’ Effort To ‘Us’?

       MONSTERNEXTDOOR, Chapter 10: How Valuable Is ‘His’ Effort To ‘Us’?

    “I’m a reindeer, I have antlers and hooves, and my nose is blue.”

    I’ve been sitting in front of my computer for a while because I wanted to see what Chopper’s voice from One Piece sounds like. It’s a bit highpitched and nasal, somewhat like Suneo’s voice from Doraemon, so I tried mimicking it to see if they were really similar.

    “I’m a reindeer, I have antlers and hooves, and my nose is blue…

    “I’m a reindeer, I have antlers and hooves…”

    “I’m a reindeer.”

    No, that’s not it!

    They don’t sound alike at all. My voice doesn’t sound like Chopper’s, it doesn’t have that nasal quality. I don’t know what part of his brain he used to think it’s like the pink-hatted reindeer.

    I fed young-master before preparing to leave the room. Opening the door, I found the usual bag of Pocky, with a Post-it note that read:

    ‘Today there’s a small concert at the cafeteria.’

    I blinked, reading the message slowly and clearly again… Today there’s a small concert at the cafeteria?

    And then what? Is the person next door inviting me to see the small concert at the cafeteria? I turned the Post-it note over several times, but there was no part that explicitly said to go watch it with him or to meet up.

    It just says there’s a concert.

    I put the Post-it note in my pocket with a sense of confusion, my eyebrows furrowed, my head filled with countless questions with no answers. Trying to guess the actions of the creature next door is harder than solving a chemistry problem.

    So, I decided not to dwell on it.

    I took a taxi to the university, had a simple sandwich from 7-Eleven. After that, I went straight to the lab to study until noon. The clock on my phone showed 12:10 along with a LINE notification from Phii Beert.

    CHECK

    Beer

    Are you going to the cafeteria today, Nong Diew?

    Beer

    There’s a small charity concert.

    Raising money for cats and dogs.

    Beer

    They’ll have dogs showing off too.

    Are you coming? You like dogs, right?

    OnlyOne Really?

    Only, One

    Dogs and cats?

    It’s true I like dogs. I like all kinds of animals, but I don’t quite understand…

    Phii Godt saying there’s a small concert at the cafeteria,

    and Phii Beert saying it’s a small charity concert to raise money for

    cats and dogs.

     

    How perfect could this coincidence be? Are these two planning something strange?

    I shook those thoughts out of my head, chose to go to the elevator, and pressed the button to go down to my faculty’s cafeteria, where the small concert Phii Godt mentioned was supposed to be held, which I knew from reading was at the university’s central cafeteria, and it was quite far from my faculty building. Plus, the sun was insanely hot today, so I probably wouldn’t go…

    So why am I standing here?

    I rested my head on the long bench table under the roof of the central cafeteria, looking at the crowd bustling in the distance because I don’t really like the chaos, so I sat far away like this.

    I came here because of the words, “dogs showing off.” Just that.

    Phii Beert added later that these were dogs from a famous page on Facebook, giant breeds, Alaskan Malamutes, quiet and composed in nature, looking like dolls, and I wanted to see how big they were. So, I sat here watching the fluffy dogs from afar, seeing them sit and lie down next to their owners.

    It’s really big. If you hug it, it must be very warm.

    Apart from the big dog, there were musical instruments set up on the wide lawn in front. The small concert had all the musicians present: singer, guitarist, bassist, and keyboardist. Only the drummer spot was still vacant, and they were starting to test their instruments one by one.

    I was debating whether to go and play with the fluffy dog when I noticed there were already a lot of people around, probably only getting to touch the tips of its fur, but even just the tips would feel nice since the fur looked so soft compared to the rough charcoal I deal with every day.

    Before I could decide, someone sat down across from me. When I looked up, I almost jumped out of my chair seeing that it was Phii Wan hiding behind a pillar.

    “Hey.”

    “Hi.”

    “Here to see Godt?”

    “Huh…” I was left gaping for a while until Phii Wan furrowed his brows at me.

    “Oh, didn’t he tell you he’s playing the drums?”

    No…

    I didn’t know. He just said there was a small concert, and Phii Beert didn’t mention it either.

    “I… came to see… the dog.”

    “Ha!” Now it was Phii Wan who exclaimed in surprise.

    To see the dog! I didn’t come to see Khun Godzilla!

    I looked down at the table, fidgeting with my fingers while Phii Wan was crunching on his shaved ice. If Phii Godt comes, that would be bad. If that happens, I’d have to leave quickly. I looked up at the person with the playful nose who was enjoying his shaved ice, and quietly called his name.

    “Phii Wan…”

    “So you came to see the dog or Godt?”

    “The dog.”

    “Godt, huh?”

    You can’t just decide that for me. “It’s okay. I won’t see him anyway.”

    Huh…

    “Uh… yes?”

    “When we went shopping in Sampeng, he got that.”

    The slender finger of the small guy in front of me pointed towards the venue where the charity concert for cats and dogs was being held. I followed Phii Wan’s finger and saw a person walking with a drumstick towards the cafeteria, alongside Phii Beert, who was next to Phii Wan, chuckling softly.

    The noise from the crowd erupted, with shouts, jeers, and bursts of laughter.

    Not because he was good-looking. Not because he was well-known.

    But…

    “Ultraman…” I muttered softly, hearing Phii Wan crunching ice in response.

    Yes, Ultraman with the dot eyes, the gray mask that kids like to wear at temple fairs.

    Even though we’ve never met before, that was Phii Godt, the person capable of doing bizarre things without caring what others think, with his tall, honey-colored skin, wearing a white student shirt and black trousers that fit his long legs perfectly, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up halfway, his black hair looking messy as if he had just woken up, his face hidden under the Ultraman mask which made many people laugh, but for me,

    I was stunned. Surprised to the point of almost falling backward.

    What was he thinking wearing that mask… or did he know I was coming to watch? If that’s the case, it would mean I was waiting for him.

    “Phii Wan…”

    “Why, afraid the promise will be broken? No, it’s just a coincidence, right?”

    The small guy gave a mischievous smile in return.

    A coincidence, huh… well, yes, because I didn’t know Phii Godt would be there.

    I sat stiffly on the bench, my lips pressed tight until they hurt. Even if Phii Wan said it was a coincidence, what would happen if Phii Godt saw me? Would he think I was the one breaking the promise? I was almost biting my nails from the stress building up little by little until Phii Beert came and sat next to me, lightly patting my shoulder to comfort me, easing my tension a bit. I turned to look at Phii Beert with a puzzled expression.

    “I thought you weren’t coming.”

    “I… just… came to see the dogs.”

    “You came to see the dog, right? Godt is just a bonus.”

    Phii Beert’s heavy hand landed on my head, ruffling it gently as he laughed, seemingly successful in teasing me.

    Phii Beert, you’re such a villain!

    “But… this is like…” Does this break our agreement?

    “It’s okay, Godt didn’t expect you to come see him. He just wanted you to come and see, both the dog and him.”

    I rested my face on my arms, my gaze drifting towards the lively crowd not far away. He didn’t expect to see me, but he expected me to see him? That’s confusing again.

    The musicians checked their sound for a while before the crowd started to grow a little. Students from various faculties gathered around, with the chatter and the soft strumming of the guitar filling the air. I, rarely encountering such scenes, watched quietly from behind a large pillar.

    “Hello, everyone. We are third and fourth-year students from the Faculty of Engineering. Today, we’re here to play music to raise funds for stray cats and dogs. If anyone is interested in donating, please put money in the box on the chair next to us. And if anyone just wants to sit and enjoy the music while having lunch, we hope you enjoy yourselves.”

    The singer spoke, followed by applause from all directions. Despite trying to look at the dog, my eyes inevitably returned to focus on the one person behind the black drum set, silently mimicking drum beats in the air.

    I couldn’t look away because of the Ultraman mask.

    “Oh, and if you’re wondering who the drummer is, don’t wonder. Just know that he doesn’t want to reveal his identity.”

    “Talk about it. It’s not because of the Student Council, asking Godt to play, that’s why we’re here like this.” Phii Wan grumbled. I looked at him, slightly confused.

    “Actually, the drummer isn’t Godt. It’s someone else, but he broke his arm.”

    That was it. I recalled the early days of talking with the creature next door and by chance overheard a conversation between students from different faculties eating at the international building’s cafeteria that day.

    “Latest news, I think it’s Phii Godt.”

    “The tall one, right? I met him during the freshman welcome, he’s really tall.”

    “Yeah, how tall is he?”

    “Don’t know, probably around 180 something.”

    “And what does the Student Council want him for?”

    “Heard he was supposed to play the drums, the old drummer broke his arm.”

    Exactly… it’s definitely him, the guy over 180 cm tall, because Phii Godt is very tall.

    So, all that talk about him being good-looking and being a social butterfly, it seems not to be a lie after all, since Phii Wan has confirmed it this much, with all the evidence of his many friends.

    Hearing this, my heart felt strangely hollow.

    For a moment, I felt like… I didn’t want to face him.

    We should just remain balcony chat friends. My decision was right.

    It’s always been right.

    A person who makes headlines at the university, a socialite, someone who, wherever he goes, everyone knows him, is completely different from an invisible person like me.

    I stood up to return to my faculty building, but Phii Beert grabbed my hand first. I met Phii Beert’s eyes for just a moment before looking away with unease.

    “Where are you going? Are you leaving already?”

    “Yes.”

    “If I had to guess, you probably think you shouldn’t know someone like him, right?” Phii Wan chimed in. Even though his tone was somewhat playful, it sounded serious.

    “No…” No. I didn’t think that. I was very glad to know Phii Godt.

    “He thinks the same way.” His words made me sit back down as I looked at Phii Wan’s face, which had become somber, his expression clearly showing his feelings, his eyes looking sad.

    I didn’t like it at all.

    “It’s only right that he’d be disliked, people who are social have lots of friends, and having many friends means there will be lots of problems. It’s not surprising if he’s not liked.”

    “It… isn’t like that.”

    “Then what is it like?”

    How should I explain it to you…

    You’re asking what it’s like with Phii Godt?

    I turned to look at the person playing the drums far away, at the Ultraman mask on his face with those dot eyes which seemed to make drumming difficult, but he was doing it well as if it were easy.

    It seemed like he had anticipated that I would come to see the dog and see him at the same time. So he bought a mask to wear, even though he didn’t have to do this.

    “It… makes you guys… do things… that aren’t yourselves.”

    “And why not think that some people want to do this because they want to enter that world too?”

    I turned to look at Phii Wan, who was already looking at me. I pressed my lips together tightly.

    “If talking feels good, why throw that good feeling away?”

    “Wan,” Phii Beert interrupted Phii Wan when he saw him getting emotional. The smaller man looked down at the shaved ice on the table instead, jabbing at it forcefully, causing pieces to fly everywhere.

    “Sorry, I ruined the mood.” In the end, Phii Wan stood up and walked away.

    A bad feeling gripped my heart.

    “Phii Beert…” I turned to look at the man next to me with a guilty expression, and he gave me another warm smile.

    “It’s okay, his mood goes up and down. He’s probably just feeling a bit hurt.”

    “Hurt…?”

    “Yeah, both Wan and Godt tried to understand that person, but in the end, he left. One was a friend, the other was someone to talk to, so they both got hurt. When Wan sees that Godt seems to care about you, he’s afraid it might happen again. If it does, Godt might not care about anyone anymore.”

    “I… don’t want to stop talking… with Phii Godt…” I just don’t want to see him, that’s all.

    “Everything takes time, you can’t force it, right?”

    I nodded hesitantly.

    “I never blamed the person who left. He had his reasons, and I never blamed Godt and Wan either, saying they were the reason he left. It’s the same with you.”

    I sat quietly, waiting to hear the lesson from the tall brother in front of me. Phii Beert’s composure was colder than polar ice.

    “I just want to tell you that Godt is trying, you know.”

    “…”

    “He wants to get to know you, understand you, so don’t abandon him, okay?”

    After saying that, Phii Beert patted my shoulder before running off to find Phii Wan, who had disappeared somewhere, leaving me to sink into my own thoughts.

    From just wanting to see the dog, how did it turn into this?

    What Phii Beert said made me think of many things. I knew I had my own private world where no one could intrude, it was my safe zone that I never left because I was happy in it, my little world that I created.

    But when someone tries to invade one day, it’s normal to build defenses, and my defense was the promise of a bedtime chat.

    Because I was afraid of being disappointed by him, I closed myself off, even though Phii Godt has always tried to understand me, and he’s still doing so now, including this moment.

    Deep down, there was a moment when I thought I wasn’t suitable for Phii Godt at all. I wasn’t suitable for someone who was a socialite, not suitable for that kind of chaos, forgetting that this social person was trying to distance himself from society to understand me.

    The music quieted down after playing for a full hour, and students started to leave one by one. I watched Phii Godt walk away towards the restroom before noticing an opportunity to go play with the big fluffy dog.

    I’ll put Phii Godt aside for now, because that big fluffy creature had captured all my attention.

    I hurried over to the big fluffy dog that was now free from the crowd, placed my hand on its head, and gently stroked it. Its wet nose sniffed at my hair. Seeing it up close like this, the dog was even bigger than me while I sat in front of it.

    “What’s… its name?” I asked the owner, who was busy setting up a fan for the heat-sensitive dog.

    “Latte, khrap.”

    “Latte.” I stroked the fluffy one and hugged it, feeling like I was hugging a giant teddy bear.

    Suddenly, Latte, who had been quiet, barked loudly, looking as if it was about to charge at something behind me. The owner quickly restrained Latte, while I slowly turned around to see what Latte was barking at, a bird maybe… but when I saw who it was, I quickly turned back to Latte in shock.

    The Ultraman dot-eye mask was standing right behind me, supporting my head while scolding Latte.

    “Don’t bark, little one, I know I’m handsome. No need to be jealous.”

    Wow… you’re not even sparing the dogs?

    “Godt! Come help pack up!”

    “Yes, sir!”

    I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.

    The dog wasn’t barking because you’re handsome, it was because you’re wearing the Ultraman mask.

    The scent of his cologne, which often drifts along the breeze on the tenth-floor balcony, is vivid in my memory. It’s a scent that feels refreshing, like someone who has just showered.

    And just now… all the time.

    His height is still prominent in my mind.

    His long, charming arms are still etched in my eyes.

    And what will remain in my memory from today is probably the Ultraman mask with the dot eyes.

    It’s something important that I will never forget, that the guy who has a dozen friends like Khun Godzilla, the noisy one, is trying very hard to invade my world.

    Maybe Phii Wan is right, because if I continue to feel more connected to him day by day like this, if one day our bedtime chat promise falls apart, even if Phii Godt becomes the person with the most friends in the world, or becomes a famous star, I will still talk to him.

    Because general friends, you can find easily, but friends who understand you, they are hard to find.

    People like Phii Godt, there’s only one.

        MONSTER NEXT DOOR CHAPTERS HOME

  • MONSTERNEXTDOOR, Chapter 09: Expecting Something From Someone Means We Are Starting To Feel Attached To Them

    MONSTERNEXTDOOR, Chapter 09: Expecting Something From Someone Means We Are Starting To Feel Attached To Them

       MONSTERNEXTDOOR, Chapter 09: Expecting Something From Someone Means We Are Starting To Feel Attached To Them.

    I sat looking at the bell on my balcony for hours after class, and there was also a large sushi box on my lap. The dinner, which was usually delicious, suddenly didn’t seem appetizing.

    The living being next door was too silent.

    No bell sound. No TV sound. No sound of friends chatting, no sound of the glass door opening.

    Everything was quiet as if no one was in that room.

    It’s not something I’m used to.

    I know that Phii Godt probably spent the whole day sleeping after his hangover, but more than that, I wanted to know if he had eaten yet, taken his medicine, if he had a headache, if he was asleep, or how much he had vomited.

    “It’s so quiet.”

    I sat talking to young-master about various things, watching him walk around in his square box, leaning against the wall, my gaze lost on the turtle-shaped wind chime that rang out with a clear, sweet like sound.

    It sounded really nice when I heard it clearly.

    Once again, not wanting to think too much, I picked up a book to read.

    After finishing it, I forced myself to finish my meal, then played with young-master in the room, rolling around on the bed, even though there used to be so much to do.

    I suddenly felt bored.

    By ten o’clock, it was still silent, making me start to wonder if Phii Godt didn’t want to talk to me anymore.

    Why? Was he bored? Was he tired of having to come up with conversations to talk to me, or did he have someone else to keep him company now…

    Thinking about it, I began to feel down.

    Alright… stop expecting anything. He’s just the neighbor. Just someone to chat with before sleep.

    It’s normal. I’ve gone without talking to Phii Godt for seven days before; this is just one night. It’s fine.

    I switched to lying down and playing on my phone when I noticed the LINE notifications, usually in the tens, had now reached the hundreds because I hadn’t been checking it. I had forgotten that I had added Phii Beert and Phii Wan.

    The hundreds of notifications were from Phii Wan. Meanwhile, Phii Beert had only sent a sticker, so there was no need to choose who to talk to. Of course, I chose to talk to Phii Beert.

     OnlyOne: Hi, Phii Beert. 

    Beer: Hi. 

    OnlyOne: I have something I want to ask.

    Beer: What?

    OnlyOne: Has Phii Godt eaten yet?

    Beer: I don’t know, are you two not talking today?

    OnlyOne: No.

    Beer: He still hasn’t replied to my LINE, but I saw him when Wan celebrated with the seniors from the football team.

    OnlyOne: Hmm.

    Beer: He’s probably still drunk and hasn’t woken up yet.

    OnlyOne: Thank you.

    Beer: If you’re worried, I’ll try calling him, wait a moment.

    And then Phii Beert went silent, almost ten minutes before he replied again.

    Beer: He just woke up. Don’t worry.

    OnlyOne: Thank you. 

    Beer: Sure, you can call anytime if you need anything.

    OnlyOne: Oh 

     

    I turned off the phone screen.

    Worried…

    I was worried, afraid he might be struggling to breathe while sleeping, or have fallen and hit his head, or be in pain with a headache or stomachache.

    When someone who’s never quiet suddenly is, it’s really concerning.

    “Diew!!!” I was staring at my phone screen when I jumped at the shout from the next room. I quickly opened the glass door and walked out to the balcony, hearing Phii Godt muttering to himself.

    “Who took down the wind chime? Always messing with things that don’t concern them.”

    I felt a bit relieved. If he’s complaining like this, it means he didn’t slip and fall headfirst in his room.

    “Diew, are you there?”

    “Ugh,” I answered with a faint groan, and Phii Godt let out a loud sigh.

    “Who took the wind chime?”

    “A girl…”

    “Huh?”

    “A girl came to drop you off at your room last night, and she probably took it off. I haven’t heard it since then.”

    “Girl…” Phii Godt said before quickly retreating back into his room.

    Not long after, a loud, angry voice came out.

    “Damn Biu, where the hell is my wind chime… Did you take it because you thought it was pretty… Ugh, how should I curse in what language… If you want one, go buy it yourself… I’m not buying for someone like you… Bring it back to me!”

    Phii Godt’s words made me look down at the turtle-patterned wind chime, which was still ringing on the balcony of my room.

    He didn’t buy it for a friend but for me… or maybe he already had one in his room?

    “Sorry.”

    “You’re apologizing to me again,” I muttered to the air in front of me; Phii Godt has a habit of always apologizing.

    “Biu took it. Last night, I went drinking with some football friends.” “Yes.”

    “Have you eaten yet?”

    “I have. I thought you’d sleep until tomorrow morning, so I ate already.”

    “Then I’ll go down to buy something to eat for a bit, the vomit smell is still in my mouth.”

    “Wait!” I quickly objected before Phii Godt could leave the room, “There’s sushi and snacks.” Even though I didn’t know if they were still there.

    “Huh.”

    “I bought them for you this morning.”

    Phii Godt went silent for almost five minutes before coming back with the sound of a plastic bag.

    “You bought these for me?” His deep voice softened a bit.

    “Yeah, last night I heard you vomiting all night, so I thought you’d be hungover today. If you’re hungry, eat the sushi, then drink the fruit juice after; it helps with the hangover. But if you’re no longer hungover but still have a headache, drink plain water instead, then take paracetamol, because taking medicine with fruit juice isn’t good.”

    I didn’t know how Phii Godt’s face looked upon hearing that, just that he went silent again.

    “I saw you were drunk and vomiting, so I went to buy some things for you in case you were hungry,” he said in a low voice. Hearing that made me feel a bit embarrassed; it was exactly the message I had written on the Post-it note for him this morning. “I didn’t know what you like to eat, so I bought several things. Eat some food first, then drink lots of water to cure the hangover, and take the painkiller afterward.”

    “…”

    “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you don’t eat chocolate.”

    “…”

    “Phii Godt.” The third time the silence fell, it made me slightly anxious.

    “You don’t like it? I just saw you eating sushi that day, so I thought you’d like it. Also, I spent a long time choosing the juice because I thought you wouldn’t like the smell of celery like I do. If you don’t eat chocolate, have some Jolly Bears instead, or do you not like Jolly

    Bears?”

    It was the first time I spoke at length like that, but because Phii Godt wouldn’t reply, it made me anxious.

     

     

    Phii Godt.”

    “You talk a lot today.”

    “Are you mad at me?”

    “…”

    “Phii Godt”

    “I’m… meditating.”

    “You’re so mad you need to meditate?” I said. Because I know nothing about him. I don’t know what he likes or dislikes.

    “No.”

    “Then you are…”

    “Thank you.” His words of thanks made my heart beat faster in a surprisingly strange way. I looked down at my own chest, feeling my heart pounding, observing it with a mix of emotions.

    Just a simple thank you… why does it make me feel so much happiness?

    “No one has ever taken care of me like this before.”

    “You have a lot of friends.”

    But none of them told me to take my medicine before or after eating.” He laughed softly while unwrapping his food.

    I sat back on the turtle pillow, enjoying the cool night breeze on the balcony, listening to the sounds of my neighbor eating. I didn’t know if he was happy with the food, but for the one who bought it, I was happy seeing him eat.

    “Don’t you like chocolate?” I asked softly, letting the wind carry my voice to him.

    “Yeah, it’s too sweet.”

    “Then I’ll know not to buy it next time. Do you like Jolly Bears?”

    “They’re okay, but I really like sushi, and I can drink juice too.”

    “What do you like then?”

    “I can eat any savory food except those with ginger. For sweets, I can eat everything except chocolate.”

    “Is there nothing you particularly like?”

    “Hm,” he paused for a moment to think, “I might try strawberryflavored Pocky.”

    “You once said you didn’t like strawberries.”

    “Isn’t it sour?”

    You haven’t tried it yet; it’s more like a sweet, milky scent like cold milk, but not too sweet. You might like it.”

    “Then I’ll try to eat it.”

    “And what about drinks? What kind of drink do you like?”

    “Anything that’s not mineral water, I like green tea that’s not mineral water.”

    “Okay.” My brain remembered all his preferences without needing to write them down.

    “But what I like the most… is eating with you.”

    I choked a bit, turning my face towards the wall that adjoins his room.

    “You must be lonely.”

    “Crazy. Who’s lonely?”

    You are, you’re the lonely Godzilla.

    “Does your head hurt?”

    “A little.”

    “Should you take some medicine?”

    “No need, talking is enough.”

     

     

    “Okay.” But seeing that he was doing well, eating, and not having a headache was fine enough.

    “Aren’t you going to ask who came to the room?” I went silent, thinking about the woman named Biu who came to Phii Godt’s room. She even stayed with Khun Godzilla until morning. I was curious about her relationship with Phii Godt, but asking wouldn’t do any good. If Biu was Phii Godt’s girlfriend, it would be normal. A guy like Phii Godt, if he didn’t have a girlfriend, would be strange; he’s friendly with every living being on Earth, even able to talk to a lone turtle that only gives one-word answers. Women must be all over him.

    “It’s better not to. I don’t want to intrude on personal matters…”

    “But I want you to intrude.”

    “I know you have a lot of friends, and there must be a lot of people interested in you, so if you have a girlfriend, I wouldn’t be surprised.”

    “Not a girlfriend,” he quickly objected, “I don’t have one yet.”

    “Really? Are you lying?”

    “Not lying.”

    His voice sounded more serious than usual, and hearing that, I felt a little bit happy.

    “Yeah, because if I had a girlfriend, I probably wouldn’t be sitting here talking to you like this, right?”

    Phii Godt fell silent, making me remember something. I forgot to thank him for the wind chime.

    “Thank you, the wind chime is really cute.”

    “Do you like it?”

    “I like it, it sounds nice.”

    “Then if you want to talk to me, just shake the chime.”

    “Uh.”

    “Diew, I really don’t like your ‘Uh’ and ‘Oh’ responses.”

    Oh, but I’ve always answered like that. Why suddenly dislike it?

    “Then how should I respond?”

    “Just say ‘Yes’ or something like that. No more ‘Uh’ or ‘Oh’.”

    “Uh.”

    “Again! No ‘Uh’, no ‘Uh’, this is an order!”

    “Uh.”

    “You little turtle!” I laughed when I saw him get frustrated. I don’t know why Phii Godt doesn’t like it, maybe because ‘Uh’ and ‘Oh’ seem to cut off the conversation, making it hard to continue, but that can’t be it, because even if I just say ‘Uh’, this guy will still find something to talk about with me anyway.

    “You’re not overthinking about Biu, right?” Phii Godt asked while I was sitting on the balcony, reading a book.

    Overthinking… I’m always overthinking something.

    “Uh.”

    “If you answer with ‘Uh’ again, I won’t talk to you for a day.”

    I quickly shut my mouth, dictator!

    “No.”

    “Of course. Why would you overthink it? It’s nothing.”

    “Uh… yes.”

    “But I want to clarify, Biu is a friend from the same year, we’re close, but she doesn’t like guys, she likes cute, small girls.”

    “Oh… I see.”

    “And she’s got a sharp tongue, she’s the only woman I’m close to.” “Oh…”

    “Ohhh, ahhh, if you want to shout, just shout it out!”

    “What am I supposed to say to that!” You’re being dramatic again, huh?

    “So, don’t overthink. If you do, stop thinking. Khun Godt is very, very single.”

    “I wasn’t saying anything.”

    It’s actually funny that you’re defending yourself so seriously when I didn’t care whether you had a girlfriend or not. I might just be a little disappointed if you did have one. We might talk less then.

    “Diew…”

    “Hmm?”

    “Are turtles, besides being slow, also slow in the brain?”

    “I don’t know, but there’s never been a study on turtle brains.”

    “Is your young-master slow?”

    “Are you asking if my young-master is stupid?” If you ask like that, I’ll tell young-master to bite your face off.

    “I was beating around the bush.”

    “Young-master is smart, like a dog, very tame.”

    “Good. Why isn’t the owner smart too? But it’s good too, being slow has its advantages.”

    And then the creature next door sat there muttering to himself for a minute before Phii Godt excused himself to take a shower because he said he stank of vomit, which was fair since he was vomiting all night.

    But he said it’s better to vomit it out.

    I’m not a drinker, so I don’t know much about this kind of thing, like how much one has to drink to get drunk enough to vomit. But I remember in high school, my mom once forced me to drink straight vodka, and not only did I not vomit, but I also couldn’t remember what I did before going to sleep, only that I woke up hugging a pole in front of the house.

    Drunk people often do strange things, I think like that. Phii Godt must still be a bit drunk. That’s why he keeps saying weird things.

    After sitting for a while, I caught the scent of shampoo wafting over from the next room.

    “What are you doing?” Phii Godt’s voice signaled that he had finished his shower.

    “Reading a book.”

    “Reading every day. Don’t you ever take a break?”

    “I’m reading a novel, not a textbook.”

    “What are you reading?”

    “Fifty Shades of Grey.”

    “Whoa, you read stuff like that too?” The neighbor sounded surprised, what’s so strange about that?

    “What kind of novel do you think it is?”

    “The kind with some… stuff.”

    I laughed at his response.

    “Actually, reading any book is good, and since I’m reading it in English, it really helps with my language skills, especially since I spend a lot of time alone, so I read a lot.”

    “Do you have any favorites?”

    “Harry Potter, but really, I think all books are good. It’s just a matter of whether the reader likes them or not.”

    “And what do you think about people who don’t like reading?”

    “It’s their thing, I guess.”

    “Wait… be honest.”

    “It’s their thing. Not everyone likes to read. I’m someone who enjoys being alone, so books are my friends. You have lots of friends, so it’s normal that you don’t need books as friends.”

    Phii Godt went silent as if he was listening intently to me.

    “I think that everyone has their own reasons. You can’t judge that readers are good people and non-readers are bad. If you read, you might learn more, but it doesn’t mean someone who doesn’t read knows nothing.”

    “There are many ways to learn in life. I might read books in my room, you might travel around the world. It depends on the person.”

    That was the longest sentence I’ve ever said to Phii Godt, but I just wanted to explain that I never judge that people who read books are better than those who don’t.

    “What made you such a thoughtful person?”

    “My grandfather often taught me that we can’t judge someone by their exterior.”

    “Do you know that you have a lot of interesting things about you?”

    “I don’t know.” I don’t think I’m interesting at all, I’m even quite boring. Who would want to spend all day and night talking about books or academics when they aren’t interested in them?

    “Quiet people have a lot to explore, my old friend was like that too, always holed up in his room, quietly reading books, living in his own world. But because I thought he must be lonely, it made him uncomfortable.”

    “Actually, I’ve never felt lonely. It’s you who’s lonely.”

    Phii Godt went silent, as if I had hit the mark.

    “You might not realize it because you’re always surrounded by friends, but it’s that loneliness that made you have so many friends, because you can’t be alone like me.”

    “Haha, you understand me more than I understand you.”

    “It’s true that I want you to understand me. I have high expectations of you, and you should know that, but I can’t force you because I myself don’t like being forced. It depends on you whether you want to understand or not. If you really want to know me, I’m not someone who blocks anything off.”

    “I know that already.”

    We both fell silent again, letting the sound of the bell ring in our ears.

    “Diew.”

    “Hmm?”

    “Talk more in the future.”

    “Really?”

    “I like your voice.”

    “My voice?” Is he still hungover, suddenly saying he likes my voice?

    “Your voice is like a chopper.” What’s a chopper…

    “I’m a deer, even though I’d really like to be a pirate!”

    “…”

    “One Piece again!”

        MONSTER NEXT DOOR CHAPTERS HOME

  • MONSTERNEXTDOOR, Chapter 08: Attitudes Can Tell Us About Someone’s Character, But Not Their Story

    MONSTERNEXTDOOR, Chapter 08: Attitudes Can Tell Us About Someone’s Character, But Not Their Story

       MONSTERNEXTDOOR, Chapter 08: Attitudes Can Tell Us About Someone’s Character, But Not Their Story.

    “Do you think we can keep talking like this for a long time?”

    I asked while the creature next door switched to talking about movies he wanted to watch.

    “Why do you ask that?”

    “I don’t know.”

    “What are you worried about?”

    Worried? There are many things I’m concerned about.

    “When I first met Phii Wan and Phii Beert, I never expected how they would feel about what I am like. I never expected them to make certain faces when I did something weird… but with you, it’s different.”

    “How is it different with me?”

    “I have… some expectations, maybe.”

    “Expectations?”

    “Yeah, it’s like when you meet someone from the internet, and you hope they’ll match the image you’ve built in your mind, but they don’t.” Phii Godt let out a thoughtful grunt.

    “Right now, you might think I’m fun to talk to because I can converse normally, but if you were standing in front of me, I don’t know if I could speak this fluently. I might act repetitive or awkward, and you might not like me.”

    “Hmm, that’s why I’ve said I’m not forcing you to do anything.”

    “But…”

    “And I know I can’t stop you from overthinking, but listen to me.”

    “Yes.”

    “It’s true that the first impression humans have of each other is through eye contact, but there are many people who become friends or lovers because their attitudes and thoughts align. In the end, no one knows where things will end up; humans are so hard to understand.”

    “Oh.”

    “Plus, I don’t feel uncomfortable not seeing your face.”

    “Yes.”

    “I like your thoughts more; because I’ve seen a lot of the outside world, met many people, when I met you, I thought, ‘Hey, that’s interesting.’ If I could enter your world, what would it be like? I wanted to know, wanted to try to understand.”

    A smile broke out on my lips upon hearing that.

    “I’m happy to hear you say you want to understand who I am, that you try to keep our promise of talking before sleep even though it might seem silly.”

    “Of course. I’m handsome both in heart and appearance.”

    Annoying!

    We sat in silence for a while before Phii Godt turned to talk on the phone with a friend. As for me, I sat reading a book.

    People often value external appearances first, but for me, being comfortable talking to someone is always my top priority. Many think the online world is scary, talking to strangers from different places and backgrounds, which is why some believe they need to see someone’s true identity before conversing.

    On the other hand, the online world is a place where we can be ourselves without revealing our identity. We can do what we want to do, say what we want to say, without anyone caring about how we look. As long as the conversation clicks, that’s okay.

    Therefore, many people want to talk to others without revealing who they are because revealing oneself can lead to disappointment. Some even create an entirely different persona online. This is why we see many cases of people using fake images because the other party expects them to look a certain way.

    But should our value be determined by others… this question has been spinning in my head since I can remember.

    Many like me, therefore, don’t try to expect anything from anyone, knowing that eventually, there will be disappointment.

    Until I met Phii Godt, who made me start hoping again.

    I expected him to understand what I am.

    “Diew.”

    “Yes,” I replied to his deep voice.

    “I have a question.”

    “Hmm.”

    “Suppose one day, our agreement falls apart, what would you do?”

    I choked a bit hearing that. I had no idea what to do. Perhaps go back to living alone like before, quietly, without the annoying sound of bells.

    No one to bother me, go back to talking to the young master like…

    “…”

    But if I were to answer honestly:

    “I don’t want it to fall apart.”

    “And what if the one who breaks the agreement isn’t you but me?”

    “Ha,” I furrowed my brows. If the one who breaks the agreement isn’t Phii Godt but me?

    No waiting, no meeting, no overthinking.

    Would I be the one to do any of these?

    “If I’m the one doing it, it means you must be very important in my life.”

    “Would we stop talking if it were like that?” “Can you stop talking to someone important to you?”

    Phii Godt let out a soft laugh.

    “But you’re the one who made up these three rules. If you break the rules, you have to accept it, right?”

    “But…”

    “Then can I add one more rule?”

    “Yes.” Actually, I might have been too selfish to make an agreement without letting the other party have any say in it, so I’ll listen to one rule from him.

    “If I’m the one who breaks the agreement, Diew can stop talking to me.”

    “But if you are the one who breaks the promise, I will allow you to say one word to me.”

    “One word.”

    “If that word is good enough, I will continue talking to you.”

    “And if it’s not good enough?” “Then I will stop talking to you.”

    I will stop talking to you.

    I will stop talking to you.

    I will stop talking to you.

    I sat in the lab, stunned for hours after class ended, with Phii Godt’s words echoing in my head that if I were the one to break the promise of our bedtime chat, he would stop talking to me.

    Unsure.

    Yes. I started to doubt myself, wondering if I would be the one to break one of those three promises, because I was sure I wouldn’t wait for him, I definitely wouldn’t meet him face-to-face, and I wouldn’t think anything beyond…

    The first two promises have almost no chance of being broken.

    But the last one…

    I’m not sure about myself.

    The more we talked, the more I was enchanted by his voice, the more we talked, the more I discovered something new, whether it was his optimistic outlook on life, or his mature thoughts. Even though he seemed silly for twenty-four hours straight.

    From saying he would definitely be in the friend zone, now I felt more than that, I felt like he had become like an older brother to me…

    In just a few days, his status had changed. And I’m not sure if in the future it will change again.

    And if it really happens like that, what would I say to keep him from leaving?

    Human feelings are harder than chemistry exams. I kind of understand now why Phii Godt likes chemistry, because it has clear outcomes. We can experiment, observe, to get a definite answer.

    But with people’s hearts, even if you experiment, observe… the answers can always change.

    I packed my books into my bag and returned to my room feeling extremely exhausted. Last night I couldn’t sleep at all because I kept thinking about what I would do if it really happened.

    My legs came to a stop in front of my own door, looking at the paper bag hanging from the door handle with a mix of curiosity and surprise.

    Usually, it would be a 7-Eleven bag, but this time…

    I picked up the bag and pushed the door open, quietly closing it behind me as I sat down on the bed to see what was inside.

    The same pink Pocky box as always, but this time there was also a wind chime…

    Yes, it was the glass wind chime I had once searched for online, a clear glass bell painted with a small green turtle. Additionally, there was a pink Post-it note stuck inside the bag, the signature color of the creature next door.

    ‘You can call me anytime.’

    My lips pressed together tightly before I slowly picked up the green string of the wind chime, shaking it gently with my other hand until it made a clear, ringing sound next to my ear.

    So cute.

    I went to open the glass door and hung it on the balcony next to Khun Godzilla’s room, then slumped down onto a large turtle pillow, watching the wind making the chime ring in harmony with the sound from the neighboring room’s chime.

    Then, I buried my face in my knees, feeling drained.

    Why do you have to be this nice?

    Godzilla should really be a building-destroying monster, you crazy guy.

    I took a deep breath and returned to my room to read like I do every day, setting the young master down on the table to let him wander on the wide surface. I don’t know how long I sat at the desk, not wanting to let my thoughts wander any further.

    Sitting here doing this and that. After that, I watched series, listened to music, read books, played with the young master, rolled around on the bed, did some jumping jacks, ate dinner, snacked, until it was almost nine in the evening. That’s when I heard the sound of a key turning in the door next door.

    Why is he back so late today?

    I went to open the balcony door, sitting there waiting for Phii Godt to come out and chat like we usually do, but today he didn’t come out.

    No sound of the glass door opening. No loud ruckus, just the sound of the key turning, entering his room, and closing the door. Everything was eerily quiet.

    For nearly half an hour, I sat there waiting, not knowing what Phii Godt was doing, if he was busy, taking a shower, or if he was so tired he had already fallen asleep.

    Until I finally heard the sound of the glass door opening from the next room. I smiled happily, stood up, holding onto the balcony edge, about to greet him when I quickly shut my mouth upon hearing a woman’s voice…

    “Uh, brought him back to the room… probably won’t make it to class tomorrow… The two seniors celebrated because they won, so they took us out.”

    A small bell rang, indicating she was holding it, and it rang intermittently for a while before going silent.

    “Yeah. That’s enough. Godt is vomiting again.”

    She walked back into the room with the sound of the room’s owner vomiting, which I could faintly hear.

    But what I didn’t hear…

    Was the bell next door, which suddenly went quiet.

    Along with numerous sounds that started ringing in my head.

    Phii Godt’s friend… or his girlfriend…

    No, it’s none of my business to want to know if the living being next door has a girlfriend or not. I already thought that the two of us wouldn’t be talking like this every day, there must be some personal time.

    I closed the glass door, walked to collapse onto my bed, then looked towards the headboard, the wall adjacent to his room.

    Is he that drunk… can he handle it? Normally, when he gets drunk, I’ve never seen him vomit like this, or maybe because he drank too much this time?

    I tried to close my eyes. Not thinking about it any further.

    And that night, I heard Phii Godt vomiting all night.

    What did he eat so much?

    The next morning, I rushed out of my room to go to the 7-Eleven next to the dorm, scrolling through the internet for a while to see what hangover cures people should eat. There were all sorts of recipes to cure hangovers, but if I bought them all, it would look like I was piling stuff in front of his door, and Phii Godt’s door would turn into a small spirit house.

    The first thing that would be most necessary for someone hungover and vomiting all night would probably be painkillers.

    I grabbed a pack of paracetamol. According to Pantip, hangover is due to dehydration. To cure a hangover, you need to drink water, mineral water, or fruit juice, but Phii Godt probably has plain water in his room already. I didn’t know what mineral water to buy, so I chose a small box of fruit juice. I didn’t even know which flavor he liked. Personally, I don’t like the smell of celery, so I bought berry flavor, thinking it would be okay for him.

    Or maybe carrot juice? I stood there, looking back and forth between the orange and pink juice boxes. Godzilla probably wouldn’t like the smell of carrots… in the end, I chose berry.

    Then there were snacks like chocolate. Does he like chocolate, or not?

    Or should I buy jelly? I stood there, hesitating for quite a while. Finally, I picked up a KitKat… and decided to take some Jelly Bears too.

    Besides that, he probably wouldn’t be able to come down to buy breakfast… by the way, what does Phii Godt eat for breakfast?

    I stood there, staring blankly in front of the vending machine selling sandwiches, sausages, and lunch boxes. He once said that the lunch boxes were high in sodium, so I decided to avoid those. But does he eat bread, or bao buns, sausages, ham, or bacon? He seems to be into health since he’s always exercising, maybe I should buy him some chicken breast instead?

    Ah…

    I really know nothing about him, damn it.

    Because I’ve never had to take care of anyone like this before, I never paid attention to what he might like in particular. But since it’s Phii Godt, I want to return the favor for buying me Pocky every day even though I never asked for it. Plus, he even gave me a wind chime.

    Come to think of it, he did say the sushi near the dorm is delicious…

    Maybe he likes sushi.

    I grabbed some sushi from the shelf and put it in my basket, walked around the 7-Eleven for a while before stopping when I saw a pink Postit note hanging on the stationery shelf. Without hesitation, I grabbed it and put it in my basket, checked to make sure I had everything, then went to pay. The cashier gave me a small smile, but I avoided eye contact and handed him the money.

    “Would you like to add a custard bun? It’s reduced from thirty to twenty-five baht.”

    “Uh… no, thanks.”

    “Thank you for shopping with us.”

    After paying, I hurried back to my room, staring at the pink Post-it for a minute before deciding what to write:

    ‘Saw you were drunk and threw up, so I bought some food in case you’re hungry.

    I don’t know what you like to eat, so I bought a variety.

    Eat something first, then drink lots of water to recover from the hangover.

    And don’t forget to take some painkillers.’

    Having written it, I stuck the note inside the bag, then slowly opened my door and hung the bag on the door handle next door. I stood there, looking left and right for a while, worrying about what would happen if he woke up late or if he didn’t see the food I left until evening, or if he had a headache without any medicine.

    So I decided to knock on his door and then dashed back into my room at light speed.

    Silence… No response from Khun Godzilla.

    I ran out to knock on Phii Godt’s door again, this time with more force, then dashed back into my room, listening intently.

    It worked.

    Because after a while, I heard the sound of his door opening and then closing. I slowly peeked out of my door; the bag I hung was gone.

    Seeing that, I couldn’t help but smile.

    At least I did something to repay him.

    I went back to sit in my room, preparing my things for class for a while before I heard the sound of the door next door opening again, along with a woman’s voice…

    Again.

    “Yeah, I was about to go down to buy some food, but someone left a bag of snacks hanging in front of Godt’s door, with a Post-it note too…

    Oh… but Godt doesn’t eat chocolate.”

    “…”

    The sound of the door closing was accompanied by the woman’s voice going silent.

    I turned to look at the clock on the table, which showed half past six, and I, who had been awake since six, had just heard the door opening, which meant that the woman had stayed in Phii Godt’s room…

    The content feeling in my heart from earlier began to wilt as I sat at the edge of my bed, glancing towards the young-master in the fish tank.

    “Young-master… we didn’t know he doesn’t like chocolate.”

    Even though my mouth was talking about chocolate, In my mind, there were only thoughts about that woman.

    Who… is she?

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  • MONSTERNEXTDOOR, Chapter 07: Friendship is like a bridge, whether it’s fragile or strong depends on the care given

    MONSTERNEXTDOOR, Chapter 07: Friendship is like a bridge, whether it’s fragile or strong depends on the care given

       MONSTERNEXTDOOR, Chapter 07: Friendship is like a bridge, whether it’s fragile or strong depends on the care given.

    After talking for a while, the first thing I noticed was, “Honey-colored skin.”

    Khun Godzilla has honey-colored skin and the back of a hand typical of someone who regularly plays sports. Phii Godt’s hands aren’t slender or beautiful, but they are large and seem warm.

    I raised my hand to look at it under the soft orange light of the square room.

    Compared to his hand, mine looked tiny.

    After returning from university, I sat alone in my room, reading for a while before I found myself silently staring at the empty wall and the young-master figurine that was wandering around on my desk.

    It felt like I was waiting for the time to talk to someone else.

    Sigh.

    I sighed and rested my head on the desk. Day by day, the one addicted to talking before sleep wasn’t Khun Godzilla in the next room, but this lonely guy right here. I had told him many times, ‘I don’t want you to get attached to me because one day I might stop talking to you,’ or ‘I don’t want you to be heartbroken if I ignore you later,’ but it turned out that I was the one starting to fear being ignored by him.

    From thinking that it wasn’t necessary to talk every day, I found myself waiting to talk to him, as if it had become something I had to do daily. I just wanted to know what he did today, how his outside life was, how he was with his friends, if he was happy.

    I didn’t want to think too much, so I picked up a novel to read leisurely before my silent phone rang. I looked at the name on the screen and automatically smiled, quickly moving from sitting on a chair to lying on the bed before answering the call.

    “Grandpa.”

    (“Hey, my clever grandson, how’s university?”)

    “It’s good.”

    (“Good how? You go to class and then straight back to your room?”)

    “Yeah.”

    (“Exactly like your father…”) I chuckled softly; I definitely got my traits from my dad. If I had inherited from my mom, living with her would have ended in a fight.

    “I miss you, Grandpa.”

    (“When you’re on break, come to Phuket. I’ll take you around the island, we’ll go snorkeling to see the coral.”)

    “I don’t want to.”

    (“That’s not good. You should get out of your room sometimes.”)

    “I like staying in my room; it’s comfortable. I don’t have to see anyone.”

    (“Do you have any friends? Don’t tell me you don’t talk to anyone.”)

    “I do have friends, Grandpa. I talk to people in my major, but no close friends.”

    (“Don’t you want to find someone? So you won’t be lonely.”)

    “Grandpa you know I prefer being alone”

    (“No one can be alone forever, at least there should be someone you feel comfortable talking to.”)

    Comfortable talking to?

    Suddenly, one person’s name floated into my mind. Recently, there’s only one person I’ve been talking to more than others. And that person is also my loud next-door neighbor.

    “But I’m afraid that if we talk, one day we might stop talking and I’ll feel sad.”

    (“Why do you think you’ll stop talking?”)

    “Grandpa, you know, people these days stop talking to each other so easily.”

    (“And haven’t you considered the other side? If you don’t start talking, and one day he’s gone, you’ll regret it later.”)

    I lay quietly, staring at the ceiling, thinking about the lonely and sensitive creature next door. If one day Phii Godt disappears, I would feel an emptiness, but if I could choose, I’d rather he stayed here and we kept talking.

    “And if we want to talk to him, do we need to step out of our comfort zone, Grandpa?”

    (“No need, but there should be someone who can enter our comfort zone. If you find that person, hold onto them well. Regular friends are easy to find, but good friends who understand you, they’re rare.”)

    “Thank you, Grandpa.” That’s why I love Grandpa the most.

    Grandpa turned to mumble something to my mother before excusing himself to hang up.

    Since I was little, Grandpa never forced or scolded me for being by myself. He never thought of dragging me out if I didn’t want to go, but he would slowly approach me, bit by bit, until I began to open up. Grandpa liked spending time with me in my room, whether it was reading books, teaching me about marine life, or even how to live life.

    Thanks to Grandpa for making me grow up to be a strong person.

    I took a deep breath and sat up, trying to be strong so Grandpa wouldn’t worry, before the sound of knocking on my door startled me.

    Knock knock

    “Diew… it’s Wan.”

    The nasal voice I recognized well sounded from outside my room, my eyebrows furrowed in surprise.

    Why is Phii Wan knocking on my door?

    I slowly opened the door, the first thing I saw was a yellow box from a famous tart shop. I looked up at the person holding the box out to me; Phii Beert stood behind Phii Wan, while the smaller one was scratching his cheek in embarrassment.

    Uh…

    “Uh… What’s this?”

    “It’s an apology. Since I didn’t mean it.”

    “But…”

    “Take it, it’s tiring.”

    “Thank you.”

    Phii Wan thrust the box of egg tarts at me, so I reluctantly accepted it, thanking him in a low voice. The smaller one turned to look at Phii Beert, who was smiling back at Wan from behind.

    “Satisfied?”

    They must have been forced to do this.

    “Can we come into your room, Nong Diew?”

    “Sure… but my room is kind of messy.”

    I opened the door wider to let both of them in. Although I didn’t quite understand why Khun Godzilla’s crew suddenly decided to barge into my room, they seemed to be genuinely apologetic, and they brought snacks too. Plus, having Phii Beert here made it less intimidating than our first encounter.

    “Is this what you call messy?” Phii Beert smiled dryly, “If this is messy, then my room must be a wet trash heap.”

    Phii Wan sat down at the edge of my bed, his eyes scanning the room before stopping at the fish tank.

    “You keep turtles too?”

    “Uh… yeah.”

    “So cute,” he said, playing with his finger at the young-master figurine. Meanwhile, Phii Beert sat on the floor with good manners, causing me to wave my hands, urging him to sit on the bed instead. But when Phii Beert saw Phii Wan busy with young-master, he too fell under the young-master’s charm.

    “Does it have a name?”

    “Young-master…”

    I looked at the tall and short guys who were always stuck together like mischievous bananas, except that the heights of Phii Beert and Phii Wan were quite different; one was tall like a titan, the other only reaching the shoulder of the first. Both were playing joyfully with young-master, watching their strange behavior for a moment before I asked,

    “Why are you guys here?” My voice made them jump, it was Phii Wan who spoke up first.

    “Actually, we came to apologize.”

    He pushed me to sit on the bed while he and Phii Beert sat on the floor. I sat stiffly in surprise.

    “Seniors… what are you doing?”

    “We just found out you made a promise to be friends with Godt.” Phii Beert bowed his head.

    “Uh, please don’t stop talking to him,” Phii Wan scratched his cheek while looking away.

    “Sorry.”

    “Sorry.”

    And then they both apologized to me like they had done something grievously wrong.

    I quickly sat down on the floor with them, trying to pat their shoulders to indicate I wasn’t angry at all. I really wasn’t angry; if I was scared of ghosts and got pranked with ghost stories, I would be the one getting mad.

    “Seniors… you don’t have to apologize to me… I was also wrong… for pretending to be a ghost.”

    “That’s right. We were wrong, I couldn’t even sleep, you know?” Phii Wan turned to give me a stern look while scolding. I could only give him a dry smile in return.

    “It’s good that we apologized, Nong Diew.” Phii Beert patted my shoulder.

    “Before this, we had a friend like you,” Phii Wan started to relax and shared a story with me.

    “Uh-huh…”

    “He was the type who liked to be alone, didn’t socialize, wouldn’t make eye contact when speaking, everyone thought he was a black sheep, strange, for a while.” I nodded in understanding; that was me.

    “But Godt really wanted to be friends with him, so he tried hard to take him out, to hang out with other friends until the third year, and then that friend just disappeared. We found out later he had transferred universities.”

    My lips tightened. He must have felt terrible being forced out of his own world like that every day.

    “But honestly, we were all wrong, right, Beert?”

    “Yeah, seeing him not react much, we took him along, but who knew he was feeling uncomfortable deep down.”

    “We feel guilty too, but Godt feels the guiltiest because he used to live in the same dorm as that guy. So, he moved here, and when he met you, it was like he could atone for his sins.”

    Ah… I started to understand. That’s why Phii Godt was so dedicated to something intangible like me.

    If he wants to atone for what he did to that friend, I don’t mind. In fact, it’s good that he wants to get to know someone like me because I’ve spent my whole life trying to understand extroverts—my mom, old friends—but no one has ever tried to understand me.

    Phii Godt is the first person who has made that effort.

    “I don’t want you to stop talking to Godt,” Phii Wan said with a sad face. I gently patted his leg to comfort him.

    I’m not good at comforting people, not good at talking, and I think slowly like a turtle, but I wanted to tell him…

    “I… never thought… of stopping talking.”

    “Really?”

    “Yeah… Phii Godt is… the only one who really understands me, so… I don’t want to see him.”

    It took me a minute to get the words out. I could see Phii Wan was a bit nervous, even though I had a hundred words in my mind that I wanted to say in three seconds, but it took me a minute to finish one sentence.

    “Why? If you want to be friends with Godt, it’s okay to see each other,” Phii Wan asked, but then Phii Beert interjected with his deep voice, seeming to understand my actions.

    “It’s like talking online, right? If you don’t see each other, you won’t expect them to like you or not, chat as friends, just know each other superficially. You don’t have to worry about what your eyes might reveal; it’s more comfortable that way, isn’t it?”

    I nodded rapidly at Phii Beert, almost crying because he understood what I felt, which few people do.

    Everyone often thought I was too complicated, that it’s not hard to just meet face-to-face, but for me, aside from my classmates with whom I have superficial conversations, teachers, grandma, mom, and the regular shop where I buy things, my old school friends even called me Snow White because I don’t like talking to people, but I can have a proper conversation with animals. I talk to Charcoal, the dog in front of the dorm, young-master, the turtle, and all kinds of animals because they never say anything that hurts my feelings.

    I’ve never had a conversation with anyone as well as I do with Phii Godt, including Phii Wan and Phii Beert, but in the case of these two guys in front of me, it’s very different from Phii Godt.

    I have no expectations from them at all, that they would understand me. Even if they don’t understand, I wouldn’t care because they aren’t important to me.

    But today, Phii Beert and Phii Wan successfully entered my world for the first time, and I felt good that they were willing to open their hearts to understand me.

    “Then that’s okay,” Phii Beert smiled at Wan, and from sitting stiffly, I started to relax a little.

    “Okay.”

    “So you can be sure that as long as you don’t see Godt’s face, don’t see his eyes, don’t see his expression, you’ll keep talking to him.” I nodded again.

    “And if you don’t see his face, but you’re beside each other, would you feel uncomfortable, Diew?”

    “What do you mean, Beert?”

    I didn’t quite understand what Phii Beert was saying. Does he mean not seeing the face but being next to each other like this?

    “Actually, I should know… when I talk… I… don’t look at anyone’s face.”

    That’s why Phii Wan initially said I was strange for not looking at people when I talked.

    “And if I do this?” I looked up at Phii Beert, who pulled out an A4 sheet from his pocket. He poked two round holes in it before placing it over his face.

    “Dare to look at my face now?”

    His eyes looked like a young master’s.

    “Uh… yes.”

    “Are you wearing a mask?” Phii Wan asked, puzzled.

    “Yeah, I get it now.”

    “…”

    “So, if you feel comfortable going outside anytime, you can line us.” Phii Beert handed his phone to me with the screen showing the ID for adding on LINE I slowly entered my details.

    I had Line but didn’t use it much, more for following class news and updates from friends.

    “Can I have one too?”

    Then Phii Wan handed his phone over for me to add him on LINE as well.

    After that, the three of us became friends in a somewhat confusing way, especially Phii Wan, who seemed to enjoy the conversation and was eager to see what I would say next, despite initially thinking he was harsh.

    Actually, Phii Wan is very attentive to those around him.

    Both Phii Beert and Phii Wan didn’t want me to talk to Phii Godt about today’s events. They told me to keep it a secret, but if I ever needed help, they said I could always contact them on Line as a way to atone for ambushing me at my door. I could understand Phii Beert because he didn’t bother me after adding me on LINE.

    But with Phii Wan…

    He could be as nerve-wracking as Phii Godt.

    After talking to Phii Wan, he’s an extrovert on a level of 200, even higher than Phii Godt. He’s active on every social media platform, knows a lot of people like a celebrity, and is aware of everything happening in the university. Every time we talk, he’s the one who talks about this and that while I just send stickers back to let him know I’m listening.

    At the same time every night, 10 PM, I sit on my balcony enjoying the cool evening breeze. The main reason I chose this dorm is because there are no mosquitoes to bother me. I can leave my balcony door open all day, sleep by the balcony without worrying about dengue fever. Since I’ve been here, I’ve never seen a gecko or any creepy creatures in my room, except for Godzilla next door.

    I was casually reading when I heard the sound of the key in the next room’s door. Today, the creature next door was back alone because Phii Beert went back to sleep with Phii Wan.

    Creak

    The glass door opened, followed by a yawn.

    “Diew, are you there?”

    “Yeah.”

    “I’m exhausted.”

    Then I heard him drag a chair out from the room, and sit down with a loud screech.

    “Aren’t you going to sleep?”

    “Want to talk first.”

    That’s how it is.

    “About Wan that day, I’m sorry.”

    “You’re apologizing to me again.”

    “Wan is trying to understand because he once had a crush on someone similar.” I choked a bit, recalling what Phii Wan had told me. From what

    I heard, it was a different story because Phii Wan only talked about Phii Godt. So, I sat quietly, listening intently.

    “Yes.”

    “But he’s moved to Chiang Mai now, so he doesn’t really like people who don’t make eye contact when speaking.”

    “Why’s that?”

    “Because you can’t tell what they’re thinking.”

    Oh… I was starting to understand why Phii Wan said he didn’t like it when I spoke without looking into his eyes. It’s probably because of this.

    “And how do you feel?” I asked the creature next door who was nibbling on something.

    “I’m not like him, I just want to understand…”

    “It’s not hard for me to understand.”

    “Huh?”

    “If we’re close, I’m not that hard to understand.”

    A faint smile appeared on my face.

    “So, don’t get bored and leave just yet.”

    “Us.”

    “What?”

    “Don’t be lazy.”

    I almost choked on my saliva and coughed.

    “What’s that supposed to mean?” Suddenly coming at me with that.

    “With Beert.”

    “Huh…”

    “You know you feel comfortable talking to him.”

    “And what are you?”

    “I’m… an elastic punch!” And then he changed the subject so quickly I almost fell back.

    “We’ve got to be gentle and reserved, you know.”

    “What?”

    “Don’t let guys touch you easily.”

    And that night, Khun Godzilla next door transformed into a strict auntie, lecturing me about proverbs teaching women to be modest until I almost forgot that…

    I-am-a-guy!!

     

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  • MONSTERNEXTDOOR, Chapter 06: When you earn the trust of an introvert once, they will start trusting you

    MONSTERNEXTDOOR, Chapter 06: When you earn the trust of an introvert once, they will start trusting you

       MONSTERNEXTDOOR, Chapter 06: When you earn the trust of an introvert once, they will start trusting you.

    I couldn’t sleep.

    I don’t know if it was because I had coffee before bed or not, but I couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning, not even chanting or counting sheep helped, or maybe it was because I had pranked Phii Godt’s friends.

    In the afternoon, I started to feel scared because the sound of the child crying I played was really terrifying.

    I moved in the dark, turned on the light until the room was bright, looked at my phone screen showing it was 3 AM, and I got goosebumps all over. Waking up at any other time would have been fine, but at 3

    AM?

    Great timing!

    Actually, I’m not afraid of ghosts. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to live alone. I can watch horror movies and sleep normally, but the sound of the crying I played to scare Phii Wan and Phii Bell stuck in my head and wouldn’t go away.

    Ding, ding

    Sitting at the edge of my bed, holding my head, I turned to look outside the balcony at 3 AM. The chime wasn’t ringing because of the wind; someone was deliberately shaking it. Someone who could see the light from my room…

    Is the creature next door still not asleep?

    Realizing this, I quickly scrambled to open the glass door with relief. The deep voice that followed made my heart feel at ease. At least, it was better than being alone right now. I really couldn’t handle it.

    “Why aren’t you asleep?”

    I sat down on the large cushion, almost merging with the balcony, letting out a weary sound into the cool, silent night. I felt grateful that he was up late tonight.

    “I’m scared of ghosts.”

    “Huh?”

    “Well, Phii Wan…” I quickly shut my mouth, having accidentally let that slip. I didn’t know what Phii Godt had told Phii Wan and Phii Beert, especially Phii Beert, the quiet one who seems like he wouldn’t speak unless asked.

    “What did Wan do?”

    “Phii Wan, Phii Beert, and Phii Bell came over to your room.”

    “He brought Bell along?”

    “Yes.”

    “And then what? Why can’t you sleep?”

    “Phii Wan told Phii Bell there’s a child ghost in this room. So I played a crying sound for them.”

    “Pfft,” laughter from the creature next door, “and then what?”

    “They all ran out of the room.”

    “And then why, after you pranked them, can’t you sleep?”

    “The sound I played for Phii Wan was scary.”

    “Then just come and talk to me until you’re sleepy, bring your pillow and blanket.”

    “Uh-huh.” I grunted in my throat, then ran back inside to grab my pillow and blanket, arranging them beside me. Once everything was set, I called out because I didn’t want to be alone.

    “What are you doing? Why aren’t you sleeping?”

    “Reading.”

    “Reading at this hour?”

    “Yes. This is when no one bothers me.”

    He’s reading at three in the morning? But if someone like Phii Godt reads at three a.m., I’m not really surprised; he’s busy all day, doing this and that, with lots of activities and friends.

    Besides, my mother used to say that three a.m. is when your brain can memorize things best.

    “Actually, I don’t really like reading, I’m practically a book-hater.”

    “And aren’t the third year subjects heavy? You seem like an extracurricular kid.”

    “It’s heavy, but I’m smart, you know.”

    May I press the dislike button for self-absorption?

    “You’ve never asked what I’m studying in the international program.” “Chemistry.”

    “Hey, no way.”

    What would lying to him get me?

    “What about you, what do you study?” Since we met, I never asked what he was studying because I guessed engineering, but the creature next door is the hardest to predict I’ve ever met. He could be studying medicine for all I know.

    “Chemical Engineering.”

    See, I should have tried buying a lottery ticket, maybe I’d win once. But hearing he studies chemistry too, I actually got excited because I’m a chemistry guy myself.

    “Do you like it?”

    “I’ve liked it since high school. It’s something that gives clear results.

    I don’t like things that are unclear.”

    Things that are unclear…

    “Like what, for example?”

    “The brain and the heart.”

    “…”

     

     

    Why does the heart have to say something different from what the brain says?”

    “That’s profound.”

    “Well, isn’t it true? Think about it, when our brain tells us to do one thing, our heart insists on doing another. Like thinking this person isn’t worth it, but your heart says, ‘This is rare, why not give it another try? Make sure.’”

    I laughed at his words. Phii Godt cleared his throat slightly.

    “Good at making people laugh, huh?”

    “You don’t seem like someone who would take relationships seriously.”

    “Wow, you’re saying I’m not sincere?”

    “No, no, don’t get upset. I mean, you don’t seem to be the type to take these things too seriously. You look like someone who’s already happy, with lots of friends, studying well, very much a social person.”

    “Actually, I am serious about relationships.”

    “Okay.”

    “If I’m serious about someone, I definitely won’t let them go.”

    And are you serious about anyone right now?” No, I meant to ask if he’s serious with anyone right now.

    “I’m considering it.”

    “You’re considering it?”

    “Hang on, junior, saying that makes me sound bad.”

    I laughed again, finding myself laughing more and more often these days. He’s naturally funny, but not the type to overthink before doing something. He seems like the kind of guy who just does what he wants without the fuss of decision-making, unlike me who always overanalyzes before acting.

    “Are you sleepy? Should I read to you so you can fall asleep?”

    “Uh-huh.”

    The sound of flipping pages came through for a while before his deep, smooth voice drifted over.

    “This fight, we’ve gained hope.”

    “…”

    “Go crush that guy!”

    “…”

    Rubber punch!”

    I sat stunned for a minute before realizing that the book he was reading was a One Piece manga, not a textbook by any means. And he was reading with such emotion, as if he were Luffy himself.

    Usually, he reads bedtime stories, now he’s reading One Piece as a bedtime story… it’s nice in its own way.

    The cool night breeze brushing against my body, the chimes ringing softly, and his soothing voice, coming from the neighbor I’ve never met face-to-face, all this made my heart feel warm.

    Even if his words were all about bullet punches and rubber kicks, it was still comforting.

    I buried my face in the cushion, scratching my nose for a bit, listening to his deep voice until I started to doze off. The reason for my drowsiness was probably because I couldn’t understand a single thing Khun Godzilla was saying, which made my brain start to shut down, not processing anything anymore. I’ve never read One Piece before; I only read translated novels or English novels.

    Now, my heavy eyes were slowly closing.

    “Because I can’t do anything alone. That’s why I need others to help, right!”

     

     

    Even though I like being alone, even though I’m happy being alone,

    Khun Godzilla next door makes it impossible for me to refuse.

    It’s really a joy to listen to his voice.

    So sleepy… very…

    I only got to sleep for three hours before I had to get up, shower, and get dressed. If it weren’t for the assignment due today, I would have skipped class and stayed in bed. Looking in the mirror, I sighed softly; my eyes were swollen like a panda’s.

    No one to blame but myself, truly instant karma. Trying to prank others, and I end up not being able to sleep, and on top of that, I had to disturb my neighbor to keep me company.

    After getting ready, I went to collect my stuff from the balcony, leaning my ear slightly towards the next balcony. I didn’t know if the creature next door had gone back to sleep in his bed or if he was reading One Piece on the balcony until morning, because all I heard was the chime ringing due to the wind.

    Just as I was about to take the cushion back inside, I heard the yawn of the room’s owner, along with a slight sound of him moving.

    Did he sleep on the balcony…

    Watching over me…

    No, he probably just fell asleep accidentally.

    Shaking off the thought, I walked back into my room to feed

    YoungMaster, watching the green turtle enjoying swimming in the water and smiling at him.

    “I’ll be back soon, Young Master.”

    I gently stroked Young Master’s shell and then turned to grab my notes from the table, stuffing them into my bag. I checked the room one last time before opening the door to leave. The first thing I encountered today wasn’t a Post-it from the creature next door, not a pink Pocky bag, and not a jasmine garland.

    But instead,

    “You are not a ghost.”

    My lips were tightly pressed together as I looked up at the face of the person standing just three or four steps away. Judging from his voice, even though I had never seen him before, this man with light brown hair was definitely Phii Wan.

    He was waiting for me…

    I lowered my gaze, my eyes darting left and right in panic, my hands clenched so tight that my whole body tensed up. Although I had thought we would eventually meet since I had only made a pact with Phii Godt and not Phii Wan, I didn’t know what to say. Many worries swarmed my heart, and I didn’t even dare to step back into the room.

    Phii Wan looked scary too. His face suggested he was ready for a fight.

    “What’s your name?” Phii Wan’s voice sounded irritated, understandably so since I had pranked him so badly. If he wasn’t angry, I wouldn’t know what to say.

    “Uh… Diewdai.”

    Just facing a stranger made me unable to control my own voice; it came out broken like a radio losing signal.

    “Why don’t you come out and face people, acting like a ghost?

    Everyone has misunderstood you.”

    Only one senior believed I was truly a ghost, even going as far as hanging a garland outside someone else’s door. Fortunately, the neighbor didn’t panic and tie a red cloth or three-colored cloth around, otherwise, this small matter would have escalated.

    “And why don’t you look at someone when they talk to you? It’s rude.”

    “It’s just that… I…”

    “Wan!” Another voice interjected. I looked up to see a tall man running to join us. From his voice and gaze, this was Phii Beert.

    “What are you doing?”

    “I want to know what the kid’s intentions are, acting all secretive.”

    “Wan, he’s afraid of socializing.”

    “But he scared the hell out of me and Bell, almost making us freak out.”

    “I… I’m sorry,” I said in a low voice, looking down at my feet, feeling guilty.

    “It’s not his fault. You’re the one who thought he was a ghost and cursed him for no reason.”

    “Well, Godt said he was a ghost, and he never left his room. Plus, he only talked to Godt.”

    “And he has his reasons.”

    “…”

    “What does he need to talk to you about? You’re not even close, and I don’t know if him and Godt know each other.”

    “Beert, so are you my friend or his friend?”

    Sigh

    If you guys are going to argue, let me go already. If I’m late, the professor might lock the classroom door, and I won’t be able to get in. I swear I’ll send young-master to bite your necks while you’re asleep.

    “Sorry… I have to rush to class.”

    Their conversation gave me a headache; since I had to hurry to class, I slightly bowed to both of them and was about to step away when the door beside the room opened. I jumped back in surprise.

    Phii Godt…

    “What’s all this noise? Show some consideration for the neighbors.”

    Phii Beert and Phii Wan turned to look at the person in the room; only the door was slightly ajar. The room’s owner was still inside, so I couldn’t see his face.

    “The boy next door is standing right in front of me.”

    “Ha!” Khun Godzilla exclaimed in surprise at Phii Wan. At that moment, my heart raced, my hands were sweating so much I had to wipe them on my pants, feeling both fear and anxiety, a thousand thoughts rushing through my mind. I wanted to go back into my room so badly, but my legs felt stiff.

    What if Phii Godt comes out…

    Will we be able to talk like before…

    Or will our agreement fall apart…

    In that chaotic moment, I thought Phii Godt would peek out from the room and look at me. After that, everything would be over—our promise to talk before sleep, our simple conversations on the bedroom balcony, the One Piece he’d read to me when I couldn’t sleep, or even playing games together when we were bored… But nearly a minute passed, and he didn’t step out.

    “So, what’s going on? Are you ambushing him or what?”

    “Yes, I don’t like him being secretive.”

    “Have you apologized to him yet?”

    “Ha!” Phii Wan turned to exclaim in surprise at Phii Godt. I was also surprised to hear that.

    I knew that Phii Wan was a close friend of Phii Godt, and I knew that

    Phii Godt cared deeply about his friends. I thought he would side with his friend because there was no reason for him to endure not seeing someone he talks to daily. He didn’t know my true intentions. He might have easily believed Phii Wan that I was acting secretive because I wanted to be close to Phii Godt.

    But when he spoke afterward, it completely changed my perception of this man.

    “You’ve been yelling at him for a month, compared to him sitting quietly without saying anything. We’re the ones more at fault here.

    Haven’t you apologized to him yet?”

    I was about to say it was okay, that he didn’t need to apologize, even though I knew Phii Wan was afraid of ghosts, especially since Wan had pranked him like that.

    “Sorry,” but Phii Wan easily apologized to me, “Sorry for being loud.”

    “Yeah, and from now on, don’t come around waiting for him. Don’t knock on his door. Don’t you understand? Even sitting quietly in a room for five minutes feels uncomfortable for you, it’s the same for him when he has to face strangers.”

    Phii Godt’s words said it all.

    We all fell silent, as if nothing had happened just moments before, leaving only a tense atmosphere.

    “And you don’t want to see him face-to-face?”

    I looked up to meet Phii Wan’s beautiful eyes, but just for a moment before I had to look away. Phii Wan was just a bit taller than me, his sharp, distinctive eyes looked fierce, contrasting with his stubbornlooking nose, which my mother once said indicated stubbornness.

    “What do you say, Godt?”

    “I…” Khun Godzilla hesitated, “don’t want to,” he finally answered firmly.

    “Really? The kid is so pale, with those round eyes and small mouth,” Phii Wan didn’t even finish his sentence before being interrupted.

    “Shut up.”

    “Don’t want to see him, huh?”

    “Yeah!”

    “Ha, my friend is totally smitten, he won’t yield to anyone, but he gives in to this little kid.”

    Then Phii Wan walked away into his room with a loud, boisterous noise following him.

    Sigh.

    I let out a deep sigh, the tension from earlier slowly easing. The hands that were clasped tightly now relaxed, I looked up at Phii Beert who flashed a slight smile before I averted my gaze and gave a respectful wai, but instead, I received a large hand gently ruffling my hair.

    “Sorry about that.”

    “What the hell, Beert!”

    “No, nothing.”

    The door next to the room slowly closed, but Phii Godt’s deep voice shouted out before it did.

    “One second.”

    I froze in place. The door was opened again, under the weight of my growing curiosity, Phii Godt extended his hand from the room with a pink Pocky box and a Post-it note attached. I took the Pocky box in surprise.

    “Study hard.”

    The door closed. I smiled slightly at those words and looked down at the Post-it in my hand.

    ‘I might not seem like I care, but I actually do care a lot.’

    That’s right… if he had followed his own whims, we wouldn’t be having these daily conversations.

    Phii Godt’s actions made me feel good, and for a moment, I was proud of his commitment, knowing that if he broke the promise, I wouldn’t talk to him. So he didn’t come out to meet me, even though just a moment ago, we were only a short distance apart. Just leaning out would have been enough to see each other.

    That’s why I’ve always trusted him. Even though he’s someone who can’t live without friends, someone who can’t handle silence for more than half an hour, he’s a person who is patient and never breaks promises.

    Thank you for never trying to pull me out of my own world.

    Thank you for trying to understand.

    You, you’ve become my hero.

        MONSTER NEXT DOOR CHAPTERS HOME

  • MONSTERNEXTDOOR, Chapter 05: Not showing oneself doesn’t mean one doesn’t exist. It just means existing only with those you trust

    MONSTERNEXTDOOR, Chapter 05: Not showing oneself doesn’t mean one doesn’t exist. It just means existing only with those you trust

       MONSTERNEXTDOOR, Chapter 05: Not showing oneself doesn’t mean one doesn’t exist. It just means existing only with those you trust.

    As I thought.

    The next morning, as soon as I opened my door, I found a jasmine garland hanging on the door handle, plus the usual pink Pocky bag and pink Post-it.

    ‘Please don’t be angry, guardian spirit. I won’t make noise again.’

    It was the first Post-it in a week that I crumpled and threw straight into the trash.

    Who would play such a crazy prank?

    Today, I wasn’t going to university. I just wanted to buy some noodles from nearby and eat them, then probably binge-watch some series in my room. I slid down the elevator from the tenth floor, ordered a bowl of beef noodles at the front of the shop. The weather was great today. If I were an active person, I’d be out jogging, but for a turtle-like me, running? I’d rather stay in my room.

    I yawned widely while watching a black dog wagging its tail in front of a sausage cart nearby.

    “Two sticks of sausages, please.”

    Two sausages were in my hand, and the black dog looked up at me with big, bright eyes, wagging its tail excitedly when it saw me pull out the large sausages from the bag.

    Not wanting it to get hit by a car, I moved away from the road, squatted down on the concrete in front of the dorm, and the dog ran up to me, mouth open to grab the sausage, but I held it back, pushing its wet nose away. If it ate it like that, it would need a trip to the vet before it could do any good.

    Wait, I’ll take the stick out first.”

    Once the stick was removed, I placed the sausage on the ground and watched it eat with delight.

    This wasn’t the first time I bought sausages for the dog in front of the dorm. It’s not a stray, but a dog well-known to the residents named Charcoal, a Dalmatian with bright eyes whose owner doesn’t take much care, so it often comes around here begging for food.

    Charcoal was like me, being black, people didn’t give it much love, but it was happy running around alone without a pack. As for me, I’m a human who doesn’t need special attention, just content in my own world.

    But maybe I’ve been too much in my own world that the creatures next door thinks I’m a “ghost.”

    After having breakfast and feeding Charcoal, I went back up to my room as usual.

    I poured the shredded chicken into the bowl, mixed in hot rice with water until it became congee. My mother once scolded me for eating strange things, ordering shredded chicken but eating it as congee, but congee has a different taste from shredded chicken soup. So I’m content eating it this way.

    I walked over to the chair in front of my study desk where there was a small laptop, about to start watching a series, but then I heard a knock at my door. I blinked, looking at the dark shadow under the door crack, furrowing my brows for a while. The owner of that shadow knocked on the door again.

    And that made me start to feel suspicious.

    Who is it… definitely not Phii Godt because he would just leave something and go.

    My room doesn’t have a peephole, so I couldn’t tell who was knocking, or if it was someone from the dorm.

    Knock, knock

    I stayed silent, holding my breath as if I wasn’t in the room, even though I had just come back.

    Knock, knock, knock, knock

    The knocking became more rapid. This time, I closed my eyes tightly. Since I’ve been here, no one has ever knocked on my door, it’s rare enough to count. I sat still, holding the bowl of chicken congee, until the knocking stopped.

    Then voices started talking instead.

     

     

    “What’s up, Wan?”

    “I want to know if there’s really someone living next to you, Godt.”

    That’s how I found out the mysterious shadow belonged to Phii Wan, the friend of the creature next door who seems to be quite curious about me. The garland at the door must have been his doing, because Phii Godt wouldn’t play such tricks. Besides, if Phii Godt was afraid of ghosts, he wouldn’t be talking to me every night.

    “Where is Godt?”

    “He’s been at uni since early morning.”

    “Then why do you have to knock like that? He might come open it.”

    “I’m curious, Beert. Godt goes out to talk to this junior every day, they haven’t even seen each other’s faces, don’t even know each other.

    Don’t you think it’s strange?”

    “Nah, it’s good he doesn’t come out.”

    “Why?”

    “Our dear friend has been so loud for a month.”

    “I just wanted to know if he is a good or bad ghost. It’s not like I’m into Godt and followed him here.”

    Crazy.

    I’ve been here a month before them, why would they think I followed him? Besides, I’ve never even seen Phii Godt’s face, not just his face, I’m not even sure if he really exists.

    “Why would you think that?”

    “It’s just strange.”

    “He is not a bad ghost, I just saw him giving sausages to a dog downstairs.”

    Ah, so Phii Beert saw me then.

    “Hah! You saw that?”

    “Yeah, I went down to buy some noodles, and then I followed him back here.”

    “What does the junior look like?”

    “Well… very pale, almost glowing.”

    The conversation between them fell silent.

    “Really like Ju-on then.”

    They burst into laughter at Phii Wan’s comment.

    The sound of the door closing next door signaled that they had gone back inside.

    Phii Wan’s intrusion caught me off guard, but honestly, I’m not afraid of them seeing me; I go out to classes and come back, interact with friends and seniors normally. What I’m more afraid of is Godt.

    I’m not ready to face him yet, because right now, I enjoy talking to him from the balcony like this. If we meet face-to-face, expectations start to form, reactions and expressions become visible, and you start to know whether they like or dislike your actions through their face and eyes.

    We two, we live in different worlds. He has his social circle. I have my small world. He can’t leave his friends’ society behind. I don’t want to leave my small world either. Our meeting would make both of us uncomfortable, so talking only through the balcony is the best option.

    I watched series until almost eleven, before hearing the chime from the balcony. It was then I realized I’d been so engrossed that I forgot to eat. I opened the balcony door, and the greeting from the creature next door came instantly.

    “Have you eaten yet, little turtle?”

    “Sure.”

    “Want to eat together?”

    He said this while I heard the sound of him opening a food container. “Why do you eat dinner so late?”

    “I was playing football, just finished showering, I’m super tired.”

    The creature next door plays football too? I thought he only specialized in building noise.

    “Then wait a bit. I’ll go heat up some rice.”

    I hurried back inside to heat up a Seven Eleven rice box that I had bought to keep in case I felt too lazy to go out. Once it was warm, I came out to the balcony with a cold bottle of water. Today, the breeze on the balcony was gentle, and the chime from next door was tinkling softly.

    “What’s the lonely one eating?”

    “Fried rice.”

    “From Seven Eleven?”

    “Yes.”

    “Eating it often isn’t good, way too much sodium.”

    “I don’t eat it often. I eat fried rice.” My words made the other person go silent.

    “So that means you’re just messing with me then.”

    I let out a soft laugh.

    “What kind of fried rice?”

    “Crab fried rice, and what about you, what are you eating?”

    “Food, obviously.”

    “What kind of food?”

    “Sushi.”

    “Sushi from the place near the dorm?”

    “Yeah, it’s good. Have you ever tried it?”

    And our nightly conversation today was about the food around the university area. Whether it was the sushi place I occasionally buy from, the hotpot near the dorm, the eatery where Khun Godzilla said he likes to order their spicy shrimp curry, the bingsu place downstairs, and others.

    It was the first time I sat and ate with someone else, chatting while eating.

    “Phii Godt.”

    “Hmm.” Today, Khun Godzilla seemed tired, probably from playing football and sweating, so he wasn’t talking much, plus he had woken up early.

    “Phii Wan hung a garland in front of my room.”

    “Huh?” He sounded surprised when he heard that, “Really?”

    “Yeah.”

    “The jerk, he was just fooling around, but he did it seriously.”

    “I’m not mad or anything, but today Phii Wan knocked on my door.”

    “What! Fck.”

    “And Phii Beert saw me.”

    “Fucccck.”

    He swore in a series. After that, there was some rustling sound, and then I heard him shouting at his friends, realizing he was calling Phii Wan.

    “What the fck are you doing knocking on his door… Yeah, you shouldn’t… shouldn’t do that, and you, Beert, don’t be a cheat, I haven’t even seen the junior yet and you’ve already seen him… if you do that again, I’ll curse you all with an F!”

    Then he went quiet.

    “I’m sorry,” his voice came with the wind, sounding dejected. I shook my head slightly as a bodily response, while scooping rice into my mouth and chewing with good humor.

    “I’m not saying anything.”

    “Our promise is still okay, right?”

    “Yes, as long as it’s not you. It’s okay.” “You don’t want to meet me that much?”

    I don’t want to meet…

    “I have something to tell you.”

    “Go ahead.”

    “I used to talk to someone on the internet, his name was Pi. We had a lot in common, so we got along well, talked for over three years. We were always good friends. I thought he was my best friend, but recently he started changing. He went from talking about books and games to asking where I study, what I’m doing, and then he invited me to watch movies, to eat out. I went because I like talking to him. And one day, he confessed that he liked me.”

    “…”

    Phii Godt didn’t respond, there was only the sound of him squeezing his water bottle softly.

    “But I always thought of him as a friend. So we stopped talking, even though for those three years we talked every day.”

    “Diew, you are afraid I’ll think that way about you.”

    “Uh-huh,” I murmured softly. “You might think I’m selfish for making that agreement, but I really can’t. I like talking to you here, I’m happy to have you as a friend to talk to, but I’m not ready to face you. I don’t want to stop talking to you.”

    “Diew.”

    “Yes?”

    “I’ve never forced you to do anything. If you don’t want to meet me, that’s okay.”

    “Yes.”

    “Diew.”

    “Why are you saying my name again?”

    “I’m going to sleep.”

    My eyebrows furrowed together with a snap, then I shook my head upon hearing that.

    “Go to sleep then.”

    There was no response from the creature next door. No sound of the glass door closing, just the chime tinkling along with the breeze, and then I heard his soft snoring.

    I gave a small smile, picked up the book next to me to read leisurely. I wanted to wake him to go sleep inside, but it seemed he was really tired.

    Even when he’s tired, he still comes out to listen to me complain.

    Godzilla is hard to understand.

    “Sweet dreams.”

    After that, the pranks from Phii Godt’s friends became more frequent each day. I didn’t feel annoyed; rather, I found it amusing how Phii Wan genuinely believed I was some child ghost haunting the room. Phii Wan didn’t knock on my door again, just left a daily garland on the doorknob as an apology. Thankfully, he didn’t go so far as to set up a red water offering, or it would have troubled the dorm caretaker.

    I was playing with Young-Master in my room after returning from my afternoon classes, with the balcony door left open to catch the cool breeze, when I heard the sound of keys from next door and the usual chatter, but today it seemed more boisterous.

    He’s back in his room? Lately, he’s been coming back so late, he said he’s been playing football every day. We only get to chat briefly, sometimes he even falls asleep right there on the balcony.

    Click

    The sound of the balcony door opening accompanied by a shrill voice. “Godt’s room has such a nice view, I’m so jealous.”

    It wasn’t Khun Godzilla, but one of his new acquaintances. Not the deep voice of Phii Beert or the slightly nasal voice of Phii Wan, trying to sound small. Not a woman, but not quite a man either—a new voice to memorize.

    “Quiet down, Bell.”

    “Are you the one who owns this room?”

    “Godt ordered me.”

    “Really, not here but he is still giving orders.”

    He must not be in the room then; if he were, he’d definitely stop his friends from being so loud. I picked up Young-Master and placed him on my lap, then grabbed a book to read and kill time, listening to the people from next door chatting.

    After a while, I heard the wind chime making a louder than usual sound, indicating someone was playing with it.

    “Wan, what’s this bell for?”

    “It’s the ghost child bell for Godt’s neighbor’s room.”

    “What! Ghost next door, what’s that?”

    “It’s a ghost, Bell. The kid doesn’t respond to anyone. Only to Godt.” “Real ghost or fake? Can they choose who to talk to? If it’s a real ghost, tell it not to talk to Godt, kiddo, besides his looks, he’s got nothing good going for him.”

    “Ask Beert, he’s seen him float out to buy shredded chicken in front of the dorm.”

    “Oh Wan, you really believe that?”

    “Yeah, after being so loud, go apologize to him.”

    “I’m starting to get scared… you’re serious, aren’t you?”

    “My face shows I’m joking, I just offered a garland myself, hoping the junior won’t be mad.”

    I quickly stifled a laugh, come on, believing in such nonsense to that extent, what ghost would go out shopping for shredded chicken in broad daylight, and even give sausages to the neighbor’s dog?

    “Really, Beert?” A sharp voice turned to ask Phii Beert, the most normal-looking person in Khun Godzilla’s friend group. Phii Beert didn’t respond but left a chill for Bell to get goosebumps.

    “Don’t blaspheme, Bell.”

    Suddenly, I had a good idea. Since they believe it, let’s go all out.

    I took out my phone, searched for the creepiest crying child sound clip, played it, and turned the volume up. Phii Bell, who was standing by the balcony first, heard it.

    “Ah… Oh Wan.”

    “What?”

    “I hear crying.”

    “You’re joking. Who would cry around here?”

    “I really hear it.”

    Then there was a rustling sound from next door. Seeing that, I moved the phone closer to the wall to make the sound clearer. Now then…

    “Shit, let’s go!”

    “Screeech, Wan, don’t leave me!”

    There was a loud noise followed by the sound of the door opening. Phii Wan and Phii Bell must have run out of the room. I let out a soft laugh before a deep voice interjected, making me jump slightly.

    “Well done, my neighbor junior.”

    It was Phii Beert’s voice.

    “Phii Beert…”

    “You know my name too?”

    “I hear it when you guys get loud.”

    “Sorry about that.” Phii Beert’s voice and his words were calm and composed, making his personality easy to guess. This man was as different from Phii Godt as heaven is from earth; Phii Godt is boisterous, while Phii Beert is as calm as a flowing river.

    “Sorry on behalf of my friend too, they’re just crazy, don’t mind them.”

    “Okay.”

    “But what about you? Don’t you want to meet my friend?”

    I went silent, turned off my phone’s sound, and hugged the balcony.

    “I’m not good at talking face-to-face, and I’m not ready for that.”

    “Does that mean one day you might be ready?”

    “I’m not sure about that myself. I just feel like Phii Godt is a good friend to talk to.”

    “Godt cares a lot about others, you’ll start worrying about him after just a couple of days. It’s not strange to feel close to him.”

    I knew that already, from the beginning, I knew he cared too much about others.

    I didn’t respond to Phii Beert, just gazed out at the view below the dorm.

    “I understand that you’re not good at socializing, so you’re not comfortable talking directly to people.”

    “Uh-huh.”

    “But if you ever feel like coming out, you can tell me.”

    “…”

    “I’ll help. It’s my way of making amends for all the noise we’ve made this month.”

    “Thank you.”

    “Looking forward to meeting you, junior…” He paused, as if waiting for my response.

    “My name is Diew, sir.” Dearw, as Phii Godt likes to call me.

    “Right, Nong Diew.”

    Phii Beert’s voice went silent, followed by the sound of the glass door closing and the sound of the room door shutting.

    Even just by the sound, I felt he was kind. Phii Beert gave off the vibe of a father or an older brother, someone very calm, as if just by sitting there, he was ready to be confided in about any secret.

    But if asked who I feel more comfortable talking to between Phii Beert and Phii Godt,

    I would choose Khun Godzilla without hesitation.

    It might be because Phii Godt is the only one I trust.

        MONSTER NEXT DOOR CHAPTERS HOME

  • MONSTERNEXTDOOR, Chapter 04: If you don’t understand ‘him’, try sitting quietly. You might understand more

    MONSTERNEXTDOOR, Chapter 04: If you don’t understand ‘him’, try sitting quietly. You might understand more

       MONSTERNEXTDOOR, Chapter 04: If you don’t understand ‘him’, try sitting quietly. You might understand more.

    After that day, I didn’t hear any loud noises from next door anymore. I would only hear the sound of the key turning in the door at ten and the chime from the balcony, but I didn’t pay attention, just kept reading books quietly by myself.

    I hadn’t gone out to talk to him on the balcony for a week. I wasn’t sure if the creature next door now hated me for slamming the door. I had never done that before in my life. That day, I just acted out of frustration from earlier.

    But judging from the Post-its stuck on my door every day,

    Phii Godt wasn’t angry with me at all. He was more afraid that I was angry with him.

    I took out the pink Post-its from the past seven days to look at. His handwriting was like a child trying hard to write neatly.

    ‘I thought you wasn’t back yet, so I let them be loud, I’m really sorry for not stopping them in time.

    ‘I won’t let them come to the room anymore. Don’t be mad at me, okay?’

    ‘I’m sorry, I won’t make noise again.’

    ‘Can you come out to talk? You can scold me if you want.’

    ‘Are you very angry with me, Diew? Come out to play games with me, even if we don’t talk.’

    ‘Little Turtle, I bought Pocky for you.’ And then, his latest Post-it today.

    ‘Today I’ll be waiting at the balcony.’

    I sighed deeply while closing my room door. I didn’t reply to the message but stood there, looking at the door that often slammed shut. I didn’t quite understand my neighbor.

    He didn’t need to care about me at all; he has so many friends. I’m just the quiet kid next door, but his message on the Post-it made me feel a slight expectation.

    Expect what? To be good neighbors to each other?

    Or to keep having these bedtime talks, even though there’s no way that would happen?

    I shook my head slightly to clear my thoughts, put the pink Post-it in my pocket, and walked straight to the elevator, pressing the button to go down to the first floor.

    The world inside my head is very noisy.

    Because I’m not the type to say what I think out loud, my thoughts whirl around inside, making a loud racket.

    Unlike the creature next door who says whatever he thinks immediately, praising himself, complaining about heavy rain, or directly asking someone’s name if he wants to know them, expressing his likes and dislikes easily.

    We live in completely different worlds; two types of people who hardly ever could be friends.

    But he still tries to talk to me.

    It’s strange, of course, because he’s a peculiar being.

    I was staring at my small notebook filled with scribbled chemical formulas. Today I had an exam in the morning, so last night I pulled an all-nighter studying, thinking I had mastered everything. Now, all I needed was to anticipate any curveballs the professor might throw.

    As soon as the elevator doors opened, I stepped out, still gazing at my little notebook, before I bumped into something soft. I stepped back to look at the creature in front of me.

    A towering bear mascot turned to look at me silently.

    In its hand were balloons of various colors, and children were chattering in the lobby.

    I forgot that today the dorm was celebrating a birthday for the owner’s child, and they even hired someone in a bear costume.

    I stood there staring at the round-headed bear for a minute. It looked at me as if to say, ‘Hug me, hug me,’ much like any other mascot one might meet at a mall. Normally, I’d walk away, but since I had an exam today, I felt like I could use a bit of encouragement.

    “Give me some luck for the exam, will you?”

    I opened my arms wide and hugged the tall bear, his large arms hugging back while gently stroking my head, giving me a warm feeling.

    I had to run to catch a taxi to my exam after just a brief hug.

    Come to think of it, how long had it been since I last hugged someone?

    The last time was when I hugged my grandfather and mother goodbye before I came to study in the suburbs of Bangkok.

    My family is from Phuket, but originally, I’m from Bangkok. Both my parents are from Bangkok, they got married in Bangkok, had me in

    Bangkok. After my father passed away, my mother moved from

    Bangkok to Phuket because my grandfather got a permanent job there.

    My family has a DNA of doctors; my father was a neurosurgeon but died in an accident. My mother is an ophthalmologist who runs a clinic in Phuket. Half of my father’s relatives are doctors, but they haven’t been involved with our family since my father passed away, only occasionally sending money to my mother. If asked where my quiet nature comes from, I’d say without hesitation, it’s from my dad.

    As for my mother’s side, since my dad died when I was young, I was closer to my grandfather than any other relative. He’s a Ph.D. at a sea turtle conservation foundation, which is why my moving-in gift was YoungMaster.

    YoungMaster is a red-cheeked turtle that’s as tame as a dog.

    I spent two hours on my exam, and after it was over, I took a taxi back to the dorm. Since it was Sunday, I thought I’d buy some food to stock up for the next week, so I was browsing in the snack aisle at 7-Eleven for a while.

    My hand, which was picking up strawberry Pocky, paused before putting it back. Since that day when I didn’t talk to the creature next door, I’ve got seven boxes of Pocky, initially from a girl, but later he must have bought out the whole rack to try and appease me.

    In reality, I’m not angry at him. I just had to focus on studying for midterms, so I didn’t go out to talk on the balcony. It might seem harsh, but Phii Godt is a creature I’m not quite comfortable getting close with. He’s like a Godzilla who can invade my world at any moment. He could just break down the door to see me, so I had to set up some defenses to keep a little distance.

    If we hadn’t made that three-point agreement, he might have been waiting for me outside my door by now.

    After buying some snacks, I went back upstairs. The party downstairs had ended, leaving only a few kids still playing. I took the elevator up to the tenth floor, walking back to my room while looking at my phone.

    And there was something strange on my door again.

    A red balloon against the white door gave an odd, creepy feeling, especially since it was the only one on my door. It reminded me of a horror movie I had just watched about clowns. I didn’t know if someone was playing a prank or what, but I wasn’t cruel enough to pop it right there, so I untied the string from the doorknob and brought it inside.

    As soon as I closed the door, I heard the chime ringing from the balcony next door.

    I placed my things on the table, let the balloons float up to touch the ceiling, and then walked to open the glass door to the balcony because there was no reason to ignore him anymore.

    He didn’t say anything, but I knew he was out there on the balcony.

    He was the one who rang the bell to call me.

    “Phii Godt.”

    “Hmm,” he responded in a dull tone.

    “What are you doing?”

    “Learning how to be alone.” His voice, carried by the wind, sounded downcast, making me smile unintentionally.

    To that extent…

    I slumped onto my large turtle pillow, leaning against the wall that was adjacent to his room. This was the first time I came out to talk to him while it was still daylight, and the sun wasn’t even hot today. There was a gentle breeze that felt refreshing, and white clouds drifted across the sky, a scene not often seen.

    “Diew…”

    “Hmm.”

    “Are you mad at me?”

    “No.”

    “Then why haven’t you come out to talk?”

    “I had to focus on studying for my exam, but I’m done now. Just have to submit some work to the professor.”

    “Phew, that’s a relief.” He sighed, and I could hear him moving around. “I thought you were mad and wouldn’t talk to me anymore. You never slammed the door that hard before. I was really shocked that day, even told all my friends to go home.”

    “I should apologize too, I was just a bit irritated that day.”

    “Irritated about what?”

    I pressed my lips together tightly, unsure if I should tell him, but since we had made a pact to be bedtime chat friends, sharing this wouldn’t hurt.

    “A senior from my faculty asked me to review a bag for them.”

    “And then what?”

    “I refused because I don’t like taking photos. After that, they’ve been taking jabs at me ever since.”

    “Why do they need to take jabs at you?”

    “I’m not sure, I think his last name is Thachae.”

    “He always complains that, ‘He’s good-looking but so arrogant.’”

    “Is he that good-looking?”

    “He says so himself. I didn’t say it.”

    “You’re pretty self-absorbed too, aren’t you?”

    No one can be as self-absorbed as the creature next door, praising himself three times a day after meals. No matter where the conversation goes, he can always bring it back to complimenting himself by saying things like, “I’m really handsome.”

    “You don’t need to pay attention to him, you know.” His words were tinged with concern, but I was okay. I didn’t take it to heart; it was just annoying to meet that guy and always get teased by him.

    “Uh-huh.”

    “Good-looking people are like that, everyone wants them.”

    Wow, you’re something else!

    “I’ve met him before, a friend asked me to review some cream for him.”

    “Did you review it for him?”

    “Of course, I got paid for it.”

    All that coolness you accumulated is gone, just pile it on your balcony. I’ll only acknowledge that you’re the most annoying person I’ve ever met.

    But in his playful words, I could clearly feel his encouragement. Even though he didn’t say it outright, his way of joking around made me feel good about talking with him because I really didn’t think too much about it nor wanted to.

    “Actually, there’s a reason why I’m loud.” Suddenly, he switched to a serious mode catching me off guard.

    “Do you need a reason for being loud? Loud is just loud.”

    “Hear me out first,” he interjected. I couldn’t help but smile.

    “Uh-huh.”

    “I didn’t realize you was really in the room, it’s always quiet in there, but next door to me, it’s loud every day, so I had to compete with the noise.”

    “I see.”

    “The room next to mine… well, they’re having loud sex every night, so I wanted to get back at them, and it ended up being a noise competition.”

    Having sex…

    I massaged my temples. I’ve mentioned before that if he brought a woman up to spend the night, I’d seriously consider moving out, no matter how nice the view from this room is. I can tolerate the clinking of bottles and children’s songs, but listening to moans and the bed banging against the wall all night? I really can’t handle that.

    After living here for a while, I’ve realized that this dorm’s management isn’t that great. Even though it’s an expensive place, the rooms are just square boxes, with a bathroom, a bed, a small desk, and a glass door leading to a balcony for some fresh air, but the owner doesn’t really care, so few people complain about the noise.

    “Please don’t do that,” I muttered under my breath. I couldn’t handle it if he did.

    “Do you want me to?”

    “If you do, I won’t talk to you at all.”

    “Hah, you’re thinking of something quite audacious.”

    This Phii Godt… he’s vulgar!

    We sat in silence again. Even though I now understood why he was being noisy, it didn’t mean I’d allow it to continue. Deep down, I kind of felt sorry for him having to listen to the neighbors’ activities.

    But then, I also have to listen to his friends singing children’s songs, so I guess we’re even.

     

     

    Thanks for coming out to talk,” his deep, smooth voice softened a bit, making him sound slightly more handsome.

    “Uh-huh.”

    “Did you see the balloons at your door? I put them there as an apology.”

    I wondered who the mischief-maker was who tied red balloons to my door, turning it into some kind of horror movie scene.

    I turned to look at the red balloon that should have been touching the ceiling in my room, but now it was floating at the balcony ceiling before drifting away with the breeze, causing me to grab for it.

    “Ahh!” I exclaimed as the balloon floated away right in front of me, and it seemed like my neighbor noticed.

    “If you don’t like it, you don’t have to let it float away right in front of me, that’s cruel.”

    “I didn’t…”

    “You could have just popped it in your room if you were going to refuse the gesture, what kind of heart do you have?”

    “Phii…”

    “Turtle-Diew, you are such a bully.”

    And then he closed the glass door back into his room, leaving me to watch the red balloon float away until it was out of sight.

    I didn’t mean it, I just cursed him out!

    Afterward, there was another knocking sound at my door. The dark shadow in front of the door was becoming more familiar to me every day. Once he had done what he wanted, he went back inside. As soon as I heard his door close, I got up to open mine.

    A pink balloon…

    It was tied to the door handle again.

    I carefully untied it and pulled the balloon into the room, tied it to a chair, and looked at it silently.

    Where did he get so many balloons from? Did he steal them from a birthday party downstairs or what?

    The pink Godzilla today…

    Always so hard to understand.

    In the evening, I heard voices talking next door. I glanced away from my computer screen where I had paused a documentary on sea turtles, removed one earbud, and listened to the conversation outside his door.

    “Staying quiet by yourself for a whole week?”

    Why, can’t I be quiet for once? I’m trying to meditate.”

    “Since when do you meditate, Khun Godt?”

    “That’s right, I’m the most disciplined.”

    “You’re acting weird, you know. No noise, no drinking, not even watching football, so what’s the deal…”

    The voices quieted down. From eavesdropping over the days, I could now distinguish the voice of Phii Godt’s friend who often sleeps over, named Phii Wan. Phii Wan has a roommate, Phii Beert, who likes to listen to The Shock radio show, so when Phii Beert is home, Phii Wan sleeps at Phii Godt’s because he’s afraid of ghosts.

    Click

    The sound of the glass door from the next room opened. I, who had left my glass door ajar, smelled the faint scent of cigarette smoke before hearing the sound of someone shouting from the balcony.

    “Can’t smoke!”

    “Again, are you afraid the room next door smells?”

    “Yeah.”

    “So, who lives next door? Did you meet them? Man or woman, are they cute?”

    “My neighbor?” He paused for a moment, “It’s a child ghost with a pale face like Ju-on, likes to chat at night, so I have to hang a bell. If I don’t ring the bell, it won’t come out.”

    “No way!”

    “You offer Pocky as a tribute, because the child ghost likes to eat Pocky.”

    “Damn you, Godt!”

    The creature next door laughed like a madman. As for me, I squeezed the water bottle I had forgotten to drink until the cap popped off.

    Not enough with just one ghost nun, now there’s a Ju-on too…

    And Phii Wan, who’s scared out of his mind, I wonder if he’ll dare to stay over at Phii Godt’s place after hearing about this ghost story. He might believe Phii Godt and spread the tale to others. After that, my room would become legendary, the last room on the tenth floor, where the spirit of a dead child lingers, haunting the neighbor, with offerings of Pocky changing to garlands and three-colored cloths.

    “Okay, seriously, who is it?”

    “A freshman.”

    Really? I’ve been here for so long and I didn’t know anyone was living there.”

    “He’s not good at socializing.”

    I fell silent, picking up Young-Master who was about to fall off the table.

    Instead of saying “he likes to keep to himself” or “he likes being alone,” he chose to say “he’s not good at socializing.” It’s a term that doesn’t suggest I push others away, just that I’m awkward when around others.

    “So, when you said you wanted to live quietly by yourself, it was because you were afraid we’d make noise?”

    “Uh, partly.”

    “And the other part?”

    “I wanted to try living quietly for once, to understand him better.”

    “That bad?”

    “Yeah, the guy next door has to put up with your bottle knocking and cheering for football at three or four in the morning, and he has to wake up early to go to class every day. I can barely stand listening to the room next door arguing for one night, but he’s put up with me for a full month.”

    Yes, I’ve endured you for a whole month.

    It seems he’s been thinking more since he’s been quiet by himself for a week, which makes me feel a bit happy.

    “If it were me, I would’ve moved rooms by now.”

    “Exactly. He never came to knock and curse at me, he just stayed quiet, until that day he slammed the door in my face, I didn’t know what to do next.”

    “Then you should feel guilty, make him know you’re really sorry.”

    “How? All I’ve done is annoy him.”

    “I don’t know, you have to decide for yourself. I can only tell the guys not to come to your room for a month.”

    “And where will you guys go?”

    “Save yourselves first, dude. Your other friends are fine. You’re the one who’s going to die. You’ve been here for a month and didn’t realize someone was living next door. He never made any noise for you to hear.”

    “Not at all.”

    You sure?”

    “No… shit… shit, and what about Wan?”

    “What?”

    I sat waiting to see what the creature next door would say, probably as eager as Phii Wan who didn’t know what face he was making.

    “Or could he really be a ghost?”

    Thud

    The chair I was rocking on fell to the floor, along with the shouting and yelling of Khun Godzilla and his friend.

    I hate him so much, I swear!

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  • MONSTERNEXTDOOR, Chapter 03: I have my world. He has his world. We are just bedtime chat friends

    MONSTERNEXTDOOR, Chapter 03: I have my world. He has his world. We are just bedtime chat friends

       MONSTERNEXTDOOR, Chapter 03: I have my world. He has his world. We are just bedtime chat friends.

    ‘Wind Chime’

    I sat down to search for what was making the delightful ringing noise from the next-door balcony. When I saw what it looked like, I couldn’t help but smile. It was made of thin, clear glass, painted with various patterns, with a bell-shaped glass piece that had an opening at the bottom and a glass rod attached to a long string holding a flat piece of paper. When the wind blew, it made a clear, refreshing sound rather than an annoying one.

    So the creature next door knows about these things too.

    I closed the glass door, checked my reflection in the mirror, grabbed my bag, and left my room. Today was no different; a bag of strawberryflavored Pocky with a pink Post-it that read:

    ‘I woke up earlier today, but I’m still half-asleep, let’s meet at ten at the balcony.’

    He woke up early? He was up later than me last night.

    His casual way of talking makes us seem closer even though we’ve just talked for a few days. It’s probably because he’s good at socializing and easy to talk to, unlike me who’s good at cutting conversations short.

    Given the choice between being locked up with someone in an abandoned house or with a turtle, I’d choose the turtle.

    I looked down at my hand where I had crumpled his note, but then I unfolded it. I ran my fingers over the pink Post-it, instead of throwing it away, I put it in my bag, thinking about what he said:

    ‘You don’t have to reply to my Post-its, but could you not shut the door in my face?’

    A guy with tons of friends like him, why would he care about a neighbor who complains about his noise?

    I took the elevator downstairs and got into a taxi straight to the university, staring out at the passing scenery as usual. Today the sky was overcast from early morning, but there was no sign of rain.

    Class started at eight. I didn’t do much except spend half the day buried in the lab. I consider myself lucky to have chosen this major in this faculty, because in science, there are fewer than twenty students, and in the chemistry department, there are only eight of us. The large lab allows us to come and go all day. That’s why I like coming in early to work on unfinished tasks here.

    In the morning, I focused on chemistry. In the afternoon, I turned my attention to calculus. My mother used to scold me often, asking why I was smart but didn’t care to socialize, why I liked being a black sheep, but when I got into one of the top universities in the country, she stopped scolding me.

    After that, I started learning on my own that no matter how people saw me as a strange black sheep, as long as I didn’t bother anyone, I wouldn’t care.

    After classes, I stopped by the library, borrowed a few more books, and then went back to my room as usual.

    My life proceeded like this every day. Even though others might say it’s boring, believe me, attending classes for half a day was enough to tire me out. Exhausted, my body felt like a dried-up zombie. I didn’t want to tire myself out further; I just wanted to go back to my room, lie down, read, play on my phone, and talk to YoungMaster.

    Including the new hobby that has emerged:

    Talking to the creature next door.

    I sat reading the summary for my exams until ten at night. Then I went out to the balcony with YoungMaster to catch some air. At ten past ten, the loud shouting started at the door, along with the sound of keys from the room next door. I heard his friends yelling, turning on the TV loudly.

    Again…?

    He said he wouldn’t do it anymore.

    Click

    The sound of the glass door opening came with the chime ringing from next door. I didn’t respond, even though I thought he was a good person, thought he would adjust, but someone like him, he can’t stand loneliness.

    “Diew.”

    He called my name like that three or four times, then turned and yelled at someone.

    “Wan, turn off the TV!” And the television went silent. I let out a soft sigh, making sure he didn’t know I was sitting here.

    “Diew, I know you’re sitting there.”

    “You’re being loud again.”

    “Sorry, Wan will go back to his dorm room to sleep soon.”

    “Uh-huh.”

    I looked at the Young Master who was nodding off, placed him on my lap, staring out into the balcony, taking a deep breath, and once again, I caught the scent of cologne from the creature next door.

    “Why do you like being alone?” His question was not difficult to answer at all.

    “I’m happy being alone.”

    “Aren’t you lonely?”

    “You’ve asked me that before. I’m not lonely.”

    “Then why do you come out to talk to me?”

    I pressed my lips together tightly. I couldn’t answer that question either.

    “I don’t know.” I just feel like you’re easy to talk to, a friend who never asks for anything, even if you are a bit noisy.

    The creature next door went quiet, only the sound of the wind chimes could be heard.

    “Diew, you know I have a lot of friends, right?”

    I know. I know you can’t do without friends, that’s why on the days you’re alone, you come to talk to me.

    “Uh-huh, and you know I don’t have friends, right?”

    “Kind of guessed that.”

    “So, what do you think, do you find me strange?”

    “No, people need their moments of solitude too.”

    “Actually, I’m not really alone.”

    “Oh?” He sounded surprised, “Then who do you live with?”

    “A turtle, named YoungMaster.” I really wanted to show him YoungMaster, my smart Japanese turtle. Whenever I place YoungMaster down, he walks towards me, not anywhere else like other turtles. Even if it takes a while, YoungMaster will make his way to me.

    “What? A turtle named Young Master?”

    “Turtle!”

    The cool breeze on the tenth floor was blowing before I could hear the next-door creature starting to banter with his friend.

    “Talking to who?”

    “Shut up.”

    “Hey, you look like you’re having a conversation all by yourself.”

    “Go back to bed, you bamboo-chewing panda, and close the door. I need some privacy.”

    “You need privacy, yet you even invite us to go sit and smoke shit together… Hey!”

    “My image is ruined, close the door!”

    And then I heard the door close.

    “Actually, I’m not like that.” Ha, I think that’s exactly what you are.

    He’s a creature who can’t be alone. I know this type of creature well; it’s my own mother. My mom likes to socialize, have lots of friends; the moment she’s alone, she feels lost and needs someone to talk to. Sometimes, I’ve seen her having full conversations with the carp, complaining about this and that as if they were housewives stuck at home.

    “If you’re lonely and want to bring friends over, that’s up to you.”

    “But it’s loud.”

    “Can’t you tell your friends to be quiet?”

    “No, they can be quiet for about five minutes, then they get loud again.”

    “Then it’s up to you.” I cut him off. What he does from here on is his business.

    “And if I’m lonely, can I come out and talk to you?”

    His words made me accidentally bite my lip. I shifted again when I realized I was sliding off the big cushion nearly onto the balcony floor. I sat up straight once more.

    “Sure.”

    “Talking to you is fun.”

    “How is it fun?” I’m not good at talking, and I’m good at cutting conversations short, so how is it fun? I wanted to know.

    “It’s like playing a game, guessing what Diew will say next that isn’t

    ‘uh-huh,’ ‘yeah,’ or ‘yes.’”

    “Uh-huh.”

    “See, another ‘uh-huh.’”

    “I just don’t know what to say.”

    “Then at ten every night, I’ll come talk to you.” I furrowed my brows looking at the wall on the other side, then down at YoungMaster. Actually, I didn’t think I’d have to talk to him every day. People need their personal time, but if we really have to talk every day, I wouldn’t want anything to go beyond just friendly conversation.

    “If you want to talk, we have to make an agreement.”

    “What agreement? An agreement to be bedtime chat friends?”

    A bedtime chat friend agreement… that’s not bad, because talking to him before bed is quite pleasant.

    “Yes.”

    “Let’s hear it.”

    “No waiting for me, no meeting face-to-face, no thinking beyond friendship.”

    “If you can do that, I’ll talk to you every night.”

    “So I’ll be stuck in the friend zone forever?”

    “Yes, or would you prefer the brother zone?”

    “Are you into brother complexes?”

    “No.”

    “You’re really cruel.”

    Then we both sat in silence once again.

    I knew my three conditions were torturous for an extrovert like Phii Godt, especially for someone as chatty as him. To do all three would probably break his heart and make him stop talking to me entirely.

    “No waiting for me, no meeting face-to-face, no thinking beyond friendship.”

    “Yes.”

    “And if I can’t manage that…”

    “Then I won’t talk to you anymore.”

    “Actually, I don’t need to talk to you.”

    “I know.” Because he has plenty of friends, admirers, he’s very much a social butterfly.

    “But I’ll give it a try.” I was taken aback; I thought someone like him would say something like, “I won’t do it,” or “That’s ridiculous,” but instead, he said he’d try. It shows he really enjoys talking with a socially awkward person like me.

    “Be prepared for this.”

    Um… can I take back all the nice things I said about you and throw them down the drain right now?

    “Why don’t you want to meet in person? Is it okay to talk without seeing each other’s faces?”

    “It’s okay for me. I’m willing to talk to you because I don’t see your face.”

    “Are you afraid I’m not handsome?” What does that have to do with anything?

    “No. I just don’t like talking face-to-face. It’s more comfortable when

    I don’t see your expressions and eyes.”

    “That’s good, it’s like playing an online game, right?”

    “Yes.”

    “Then, I can scold you, and you won’t get mad at me.”

    “…”

    “Wait…fuck.” [1] Diew can sound like Diew which means wait a minute or just wait

    “Phii Godt!”

    “Oops, got bitten by an ant.” He chuckled softly, there was a slight movement sound from the creature next door along with the sound of the glass door opening. He was silent for a while, and since I couldn’t see what he was doing, I only heard the sounds.

    I gently stroked Young Master’s head and slowly retreated back into my room. Until I heard the chime, I peeked out a little.

    “Diew.”

    “Yes?”

    “Play a game.”

    “What game? On the phone?”

    When it comes to games, I don’t play them often, but I do play occasionally, and usually, I prefer playing alone. During my free time, I went through the list of games on my phone for the creature next door to listen to.

    “Want to play some shooting game with me?”

    “Sure.”

    In the end, we ended up playing a mobile game together on the balcony, chatting loudly. Even though we couldn’t see each other’s faces, it was quite enjoyable, and I forgot when was the last time I had such an interaction with someone.

    Doing something like this is quite fun too.

    The alarm clock rang, startling me out of bed. Last night, I ended up playing games with the creature next door until late, even though I thought it would just be one game, it turned into 3 a.m.! Even though our conversation revolved mostly around the game, I must admit it’s getting easier to talk to him because we share a common interest.

    I adjusted my tie, checked my appearance to make sure nothing was missing before opening the door. The pink Post-it on my door was becoming a daily sight, along with the strawberry-flavored Pocky.

    But today’s message on the Post-it gave me a headache.

    “Today friends are coming over, it might get a bit noisy, little turtle.” Little turtle? So he’s starting to give me nicknames now.

    My neighbor is so lonely, he can’t be alone for more than half an hour. After that, he’d grab his phone to chat with someone to kill the loneliness or open his balcony door to talk to me, the neighbor who only responds with “uh-huh,” “hmm,” “yes,” but that’s enough to make him feel less lonely.

    Sigh, I have to study today too, because tomorrow there’s a quiz. I’ll come back a bit later then.

    I was about to crumple the Post-it, but I changed my mind, pulled out a pen from my pocket, and carefully wrote a message at the bottom:

    ‘Don’t be too loud.’

    Before sticking it back on the door next door and leaving quietly.

    I opened the Pocky box and started eating them while on the way to university. My eyes, which usually gazed out the window, now focused on the white sheet on my lap. The sweet, slightly milky taste of the strawberries was one I liked, and it made me think of the person who said he liked pink.

    A pink Godzilla? Imagining Godzilla in a big, frilly pink dress made me smile.

    That’s kind of funny.

    I like strawberries, but not the color pink. I prefer black and white, so the items around me are black and white, my bag is black, my shirts in the room are black and white. I’m a very bland person, even blander than plain water.

    But young master adds some color to my life, bringing a bit of green into it.

    Ding

    The taxi stopped in front of the faculty building just as my phone notification sounded. I glanced at the screen to see a game app notification saying someone had sent me an item. I furrowed my brows, as I usually play alone, not particularly close or playing with anyone in the game.

    Ding

    Then the notification sound rang out again, consecutively.

    This time, the name displayed on the screen clearly showed who had sent the gift.

    Godzilla

    The name he had just freshly created when Wan signed up for a new ID to play with me.

    Phii Godt…

    Why does he send gifts? I hardly play that game anymore. I only played it with him last night before bed, plus I’m not very good at teamwork-oriented games.

    I silenced my phone, switched it to vibrate, and stuffed it back into my pocket. I waited for the elevator for a bit when the phone vibrated again, then again, and again until I reached the lab.

    I took a deep breath, chanting “Buddho” in my heart.

    Vibrate

    Vibrate

    Vibrate

    Ugh, annoying.

    I turned off the vibrate setting and threw the phone into my bag, out of patience. The creature next door is a pest, not just any pest. Whenever there’s an opening, he invades my personal space.

    Damn Godzilla!

    Today’s lab session was easygoing, allowing students to ask questions about things they didn’t understand. I didn’t ask anything, but I listened intently to what others asked and how the professor answered, noting it all down meticulously on paper.

    Even though I don’t have close friends, I do have some friends, especially seniors and peers in the science department where we see each other daily in the small square room, bumping into each other like billiard balls on a pool table. Plus, there are a few people in the department who are similar to me – they don’t talk much but prefer working alone quietly in their own world. That’s why I fit right in when I’m in my major.

    I can talk to people normally. I just talk less and avoid eye contact, mostly discussing academic topics. But for conversations outside of studies, I don’t contribute much, preferring to be a good listener. This has never caused any issues with my classmates or colleagues in the department.

    However, they often call me by the nickname “Lonely Junior” because I like eating alone, not joining friends for post-class hangouts. Everyone in the department knows I’m not good at socializing, so no one bothers me. Instead, they actually like that I’m quiet and not disruptive, which means when we work together, tasks get done quickly and I usually get good grades as well.

    After class, I prepared to go back to my room, but today I accidentally ran into my senior rival from the fourth year in the elevator. I made room for the group of seniors from different majors to enter the small elevator, squeezing myself against the wall.

    Then, one of the senior girls spoke up.

    “It’s a shame, he’s good-looking. He shouldn’t be so arrogant.”

    “Why?”

    “He’s one of the juniors. He wouldn’t help review a product. He wouldn’t even post a picture on Instagram.”

    “He might have his reasons, you know.”

    “He’s just selfish.”

    The elevator doors opened, and they all stepped out, leaving me to take a deep breath and sigh loudly.

    People can be so selfish, even when trying to sell things, they end up bothering others.

    The senior girl had once asked me to review a bag, with the condition that I post it on Instagram with my face included, which I didn’t like because I hate taking photos. So I turned her down. Ever since, whenever we met anywhere in the building, she would always take a jab at me.

    Not satisfied with depending on others for their livelihood, they also bite the hand that doesn’t help them.

    I don’t understand it.

    I stopped by the university’s main library to study late because I also needed to gather information for a project. I returned to my dorm in a not-so-great mood, having encountered my rival, then got cut off by someone for a taxi, and now I couldn’t find my keys in my bag. Why was it so hard to find them? By the time I grabbed the keys, I had been fumbling in front of my door for minutes. I unlocked the door, pushed it open, threw my bag one way, my tie another, and flopped down on my bed.

    “When the wind sways, it brings such joy.”

    The sound of singing and the clinking of liquor bottles came from next door. I immediately stuffed my ears with pillows.

    Can we not have this song?

    “Golden flower…”

    Enough!

    I grabbed my phone and room key, opened the door, and slammed it shut with a loud “bang,” which was probably loud enough for the person next door to notice.

    Even though the creature next door is someone I feel comfortable talking to, our worlds are different.

    My world is one of silence.

    His world is one filled with noise.

    “Diew!”

    I heard the shout chasing after me while I was running down the fire escape stairs, the deep voice that I recognized well.

    Godzilla

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  • MONSTERNEXTDOOR, Chapter 02: Humans communicate in many ways, but he and I communicate through the balcony

    MONSTERNEXTDOOR, Chapter 02: Humans communicate in many ways, but he and I communicate through the balcony

       MONSTERNEXTDOOR, Chapter 02: Humans communicate in many ways, but he and I communicate through the balcony.

    I accidentally fell asleep around six because my eyes were hurting, only to wake up past nine in the evening due to the clattering noise. My legs dropped from the bed to the carpet, and I walked over to squat in front of Shy’s fish tank, his home. Shy was climbing over the rocks, making the clattering noise.

    Why name him Shy, my mother asked when she gave me the turtle.

    Because Shy is like me, shy, but if push comes to shove, he’ll bite hard.

    I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and applied cream, ready to go back to sleep, but then I remembered what the creature next door said about talking later in the dark.

    Why would he want to talk when we’ve been living here just fine on our own?

    Speaking of which, it’s unusually quiet next door today. Is he starting to feel guilty about disturbing others with his noise? And when he said he’d come to talk, was he serious or joking?

    Curiosity got the better of me, so I slowly opened the glass door and stepped out onto the balcony.

    “Ah, you’re not asleep yet?” The deep voice greeted me right away, as if he was waiting.

    “I was asleep.”

    “Then why are you awake?” My cat woke me up.

    I didn’t respond to him; the air was unusually cold tonight, prompting me to wrap myself up and sit on the large cushion I left outside. I looked at the pitch-black sky devoid of stars, the cool breeze passing my face today carried a faint scent of someone’s perfume.

    Did Godzilla spray on cologne?

    “Forgot to introduce myself earlier.”

    “Your name is Godt.”

    “How did you know?” His voice sounded surprised mixed with joy.

    “Your noise is that loud.”

    He probably doesn’t realize how loud his friends shout his name, you can probably hear it even on the first floor, yelling “Godt” this, “Godt” that, like “Damn Godt,” “Shit Godt,” “Buffalo Godt.”

    “Still not over it, huh?”

    “I’m over it. But if it’s loud again, I’ll get angry again.”

    “I’ll try not to do it again.”

    But he didn’t say he wouldn’t do it again.

    Our conversation took place between two balconies separated by a wall. We couldn’t lean out to see each other. It’s kind of funny that I never thought to get to know the neighbor since moving in, not until the room next door changed owners. Even though for a whole month the new owner was as loud as if Godzilla was attacking the city, I never thought to say anything to him. I never knocked on his door to scold him, never yelled at him, just quietly endured in my own world.

    Today, I don’t even know why we’re talking.

    “Talk to me a bit.”

    He’s made a big mistake by asking me to start a conversation. I sat there, furrowing my brows at the sky for a minute, then decided:

    “I’m going to sleep.”

    “Diew, you can ask about my name.” But the creature next door seemed unwilling to let me off easily.

    I’m a shy creature who’s great at creating awkward silences. I can easily turn a funny conversation into an awkward one. If we were face to face, this conversation would probably end with a grunt and me retreating inside.

    But because I can’t see his face, it’s easier to talk.

    “Is Godt short for ‘God’?”

    “Yes, it means ‘God’.”

    “I thought it was Godzilla.”

    “Hey hey, that’s not nice to say, kiddo. What year are you in?”

    “First year.”

    “I’m in my third year. I’m your senior, how can you call me

    Godzilla?”

    “You’re loud, you like to throw things around and make a racket.” After I said that, he went quiet for a moment before knocking on the balcony again, sounding quite happy with the knocking, not realizing how annoying it was.

    “When friends come over, it gets loud like that.”

    Uh-huh. I’m aware, the more friends, the louder it gets.

    “But when there are no friends, it gets lonely, and if I only invite one, the others get upset.”

    “So that’s why you’re lonely and come to talk to me then?” I asked softly, playing with my phone while looking around.

    “Yes. You have to take responsibility because I don’t have friends to talk to.”

    And why should I be responsible when you can’t tell your friends to keep it down yourself?

    Do they sell megaphones at your house?

    I didn’t say that out loud, just thought it, while looking at the orange streetlights still shining brightly.

    “Why have I never seen you?” His voice came faintly.

    “I’ve never seen you either.”

    “What time do you leave for classes?”

    “I wake up very early and come back in the afternoon. My faculty has different schedules from the norm.”

    “What faculty are you in?”

    “International Studies.”

    He made a sound of understanding, carried away by the breeze, as if he understood well that my faculty is quite independent from the university, allowing me to live comfortably on my own.

    “I just don’t want to meet anyone.”

    “Not even me?”

    “No, even if you try to wait for me, I won’t talk.”

    “Brutal as always.”

    “I like being alone, actually, I’m not good at talking, but having someone to chat with before sleep is nice.”

    For me, it’s not about feeling lonely. Having someone to talk to before bed is just another kind of nice. I actually enjoy it when someone sits and listens to me complain.

    “But if we chat on the balcony, can we talk every day?”

    “Yes. I’m always in my room like a ghost guarding a shrine.”

    He fell silent again, probably surprised that I said I’m a ghost. He himself isn’t sure if I really exist or if I’m just a lingering spirit that died in the room and doesn’t want to leave.

    Our conversations, we don’t see each other’s faces or expressions, just hear each other’s voices. It makes me feel good not having to expect anything from those expressions or even from the facial expressions that might sour if I say something not to their liking.

    Even better when there’s no expectation of how he feels about me.

    He’s just the creature next door, the noisy Godzilla.

    “Diew.”

    “Huh.”

    “Do you like Pocky?” This time he spoke with a teasing tone. If he means the Pocky he gave me…

    “I do. I like strawberries.”

    “Really?” His tone changed to one of surprise.

    “By coincidence?”

    “I got it from a junior, but I don’t like strawberries. I just like things that are pink.”

    So he gave it to me because he didn’t eat it, how thoughtful.

    “Did this come from a junior? Do you have someone courting you?” I wouldn’t be too surprised if he said he had admirers; judging by his deep, smooth voice, his friends who often gather at his room, he must be the extrovert type, someone who thrives on social interaction. Plus, he’s really good at getting close to people. He’s even managed to get me, who’s usually too shy to talk to anyone, to sit and chat with him.

    He’s got excellent people skills.

    “Would you believe me if I told you I’m very handsome?”

    And incredibly self-absorbed too.

    “I wouldn’t believe you if you said that yourself.”

    The creature next door chuckled softly.

    The cool breeze made me feel sleepy again, prompting a yawn, loud enough for the other person to hear.

    “Go to sleep, you have to wake up early, right?”

    “Uh-huh.”

    I stood up, stretching out the stiffness from my body. Since I wake up early every day, I don’t like staying up late. I was about to step back into my room when I heard the clattering noise from the next door’s balcony again.

    I really want to tell him how much I hate that balcony knocking sound.

    “Sweet dreams, Diew.”

    The words from my neighbor made me pause, and I muttered a soft response.

    “I won’t be dreaming of you, though.”

    Tuesday morning was still bright and clear. I left my room early. Even though I dreamt last night that Godzilla was rampaging through Thailand, that definitely wouldn’t happen because Godzilla doesn’t have the power of a politician.

    When I opened the door to leave my room, I found another strange thing hanging there.

    A pink box of Pocky in a bag with a pink Post-it from my neighbor.

    “Tonight I have to bring a friend over, my roommate went home, and he’s scared of ghosts, so he’s coming to stay with me.”

    So now he has to ask for my permission?

    I shook my head slightly. If it’s just one friend, it should be okay; they probably won’t make too much noise. But if it’s several, it’ll be worse than a monk’s ordination ceremony. I’d have to sleep with pillows over my ears again, and his apologies would become void.

    I will not go out to talk to him, clearly indicating that I find him annoying. Besides lacking consideration, he doesn’t seem to think for himself. I didn’t respond to that Post-it, just crumpled it and threw it in the trash as usual, then went downstairs from the dorm to catch a taxi to university.

    This morning’s class was nothing more than quiet experiments with my group. After the morning class, I went to eat at the same spot in the cafeteria, but today I switched from chicken with rice to fried rice with egg, not forgetting my favorite strawberry yogurt drink.

    The same routine cycle repeated. After eating, I cleared my tray, tossed my empty cup into the bin, and walked out of the cafeteria. Then I stood waiting for the elevator to go back up to continue working. My ears caught a bit of chatter from behind, which sounded like students from another department eating at this building, which is quite normal.

    I didn’t pay much attention. I was scrolling through Twitter, but the conversation from behind made my finger pause on the timeline.

    “Recently, they said it was Phii Godt, right?”

    “Isn’t he the tall one? I met him during orientation, he’s very tall.”

    “Yeah, how tall is he?”

    “Over 180 cm, I guess.”

    “And what are they going to do with him?”

    “They said he’s going to play drums, the old drummer broke his arm.”

    “Super unlucky.”

    Then laughter faded away, along with a question popping up in my head.

    Godt… it couldn’t possibly be Godzilla from next door, could it?

    Because the creature next door, he’s more of a daily drinker, not someone into drumming, that’s out of the question.

    I shook my head to rid myself of these nonsensical thoughts, went to my afternoon class, then spent time in the library, living my life by the book, and returned to the dorm in the evening.

    I closed the door to my room, placing the large thesis book on the table, changed clothes in the bathroom, and came out to open the fridge for a cold drink. My eyes fell on the massive book that could flatten a Chihuahua to the ground. Carrying that thesis back was the biggest mistake of my life.

    I knew I wouldn’t read it, but when the professor said it would be on the exam, I dashed to the library first thing, fearing someone else would take it.

    The weather was hot and stifling this evening. I shook my T-shirt periodically to cool off, placed my hand under the air conditioner’s flow, eventually adjusting the temperature down to twenty-three degrees Celsius.

    “I’m back, Shy.”

    I sat down to play with my little green turtle for a while, and then turned to my books until it got dark.

    After ten in the evening, the usual time, the sound of voices started up next door, accompanied by the sound of keys and the door opening. I paused from playing with my pencil, straining to listen to the conversation of the creature next door who was scolding his friend outside the room.

    Loud again.

    “Grown up and still scared of ghosts.”

    “I really can’t stay there, Godt. You know Beert listens to ‘The Shock’ every night.”

    “And what the hell do you listen to?”

    “Uh, if I have ears, I have to listen, right?”

    “Take your ears to the field, your eyes to the farm. Never heard that?”

    “Don’t mess with people like that.”

    “Why? Will they fall in love with me?”

    “They’ll think you’re crazy!”

    “Crazy? A crazy person this good-looking?”

    The voices of the two gradually quieted down as they went inside the room. The dorm walls aren’t that thin, but if you shout or make too much noise, it carries through. Like when he brings friends over to watch football, when he’s arguing with friends, when he’s drunk and knocking on bottles while singing children’s songs, or when he’s moving furniture around making a racket.

    Maybe it’s because I prefer the quiet. I hear these sounds clearly, especially since my room is at the end, and there’s no noise from other rooms to muffle it.

    I turned back to my chemistry notes, scribbling for a while until I heard the clattering at the balcony. My eyebrows furrowed automatically, and the continuous loud knocking made me even more annoyed.

    Knocking like that, he really thinks I’m a dog, doesn’t he?

    Someone like him could never be a drummer, just a nuisance!

    Bang bang

    Seeing that I wasn’t coming out to talk, he knocked louder. I sighed softly and walked over to open the glass door, shaking my hands by my sides in annoyance. He immediately greeted me.

    “Diew, you aren’t answering me!”

    “If you knock like this again, I won’t open the door to talk anymore.”

    We’ve only known each other for a brief moment. I can cut ties easier than cutting paper if you keep being this annoying!

    “But you aren’t answering me.”

    “What do you want me to answer?”

    “The Post-it.”

    “Whatever you do is your business, just don’t be loud.”

    I walked back into my room and slid the door shut because today I didn’t feel like talking to him. Of course, he has friends to talk to now. I probably wasn’t needed that much today. I slumped back into my chair.

    This time, my focus on the chemistry sheet was completely scattered.

    The noisy Godzilla.

    Annoying!

    Instead, I ended up scrolling through Twitter. Today’s hot topics on Twitter were still about politics as usual, with some celebrity gossip, both Thai and international. I browsed through movie trailers for a horror film coming out soon because it particularly interested me.

    Knock, knock

    The sound of knocking made me jump, looking at the shadow of someone standing outside my door. Normally, no one ever knocks on my door because I have no friends, so there are only two people who could knock:

    One, the dorm staff.

    Two, the creature from next door.

    The third would be some non-human energy.

    I stared at the shadow for a while, hearing sounds as if he was doing something by the door, before that dark shadow walked away with the sound of his door closing next door.

    Clearly,

    The noisy Godzilla.

    Once I was sure he wasn’t in front of my door, I slid off the bed, ran to the door, and opened it.

    As expected, a pink Post-it was stuck on the door.

    I pulled it out to read the message he’d sent.

    ‘You don’t have to reply to my Post-its, but could you not shut the door in my face?’

    And then I learned something else about him:

    The creature next door is incredibly sensitive.

    His message made me feel guilty for slamming the door in his face, so I gently closed my room door, walked back inside, and instead of crumpling the Post-it, I placed the pink note on my study table and opened the balcony glass door again.

    “Are you mad at me?”

    “I don’t like you knocking on the balcony; it makes me feel like I’m a dog.”

    “But you don’t reply to me, so I don’t know what to do.”

    “But you have a friend staying over tonight.”

    “He’s asleep. He hasn’t slept for two full days because he’s terrified of ghosts.”

    I went silent. I didn’t respond, just slumped onto my turtle pillow and sighed for the hundredth time.

    “Are you addicted to me? If you feel you must come and talk to me every day, I don’t want you to do that.”

    “Why?”

    “I like being alone. One day, I’ll stop talking to you.”

    “Diew.”

    “I don’t want you to feel hurt later if one day I ignore you.”

    “Diew,” he called my name twice in a row, making me furrow my brows even more.

    “What?”

    “I didn’t ask you.”

    I rolled my eyes at the wall, my voice echoing towards him.

    “Phii Godt!”

    “I just wanted to know how to call for your attention.”

    I get headaches from this guy, he doesn’t listen to a word I say, as if it’s not something he’s interested in, he just lets it go in one ear and out the other. It’s good we’re not talking face-to-face. Otherwise, I would’ve kicked him away like a useless, annoying cockroach.

    As for what he asked, I’m not sure what to do myself, but I don’t like the clanging noise when he knocks on the balcony.

    Ding-ding

    Suddenly, a pleasant sound came from the balcony next door. It wasn’t the clanging of rusted metal, but a clear, bell-like sound of Wan. I moved from sitting to leaning on the balcony, listening closely to that sound.

    “A bell?”

    “A Japanese glass wind chime, I bought it because I thought it looked nice.”

    “What does it look like?”

    “As handsome as me.”

    Ew, I almost threw up.

    “Do you like this sound?” I gave a small smile and nodded, even though he couldn’t see.

    “It’s nice.”

    “Calling like this won’t make you angry, right?”

    “No.”

    “Who are you talking to, Godt?” His friend’s voice shouted from inside the room. The creature next door turned and yelled back at his friend with the speed of light, as if cursing friends was a normal thing for him.

    “Asshole, I’m talking to a tree spirit, want to come out and talk too?”

    “Fuck you, Godt, am I right to come and sleep with you!” “You don’t have to sleep here, the nun next door is annoyed.”

    Nun… he compares me to a nun?

    “I’m going to sleep.”

    “Wait a bit, Diew.”

    I closed the glass door and flopped onto my bed. I tried to close my eyes to sleep, but after a while, I heard the chime sound from the balcony. But he probably wasn’t calling me because I heard the sound of his glass door closing next door. He must have hung it on the balcony, because it was ringing beautifully throughout the night.

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