A Bunch of Horror Stories

episode 42 (the end of part 2)

I walked to my friend's house not too far away to walk. Need to urge me to go there. The problem is still with the one yesterday because sleeping in class I have to do PR with Nara.

After I finished PR I asked

“Ra, you know what not? Last night somehow I dreamed you”, I said.

“Sih! must have thought of me when you wanted to sleep” ledeknya.

“Pede very much a person. I had a strange dream because you took a knife and stabbed into my heart aka you kill me!” my word.

“Mmm gini nih Mira, usually according to the person if there is a dream like you there will be a sad disaster. But you're positive it's just a myth!” he shouted while calming me who was immediately moody to hear his words.

I took my breath slowly and threw it away, trying to clear my disturbed mind with strange events, actually stressful me.

can't stand all the weird stuff, I'm heading somewhere, it's my chance to figure it out and make sure everything's okay.

Standing in the barn then, opened the door slowly. I again silently looked at the warehouse which contained only a pile of useless objects but remembered for me, only the fishy smell of blood was very clear. The silent and dark atmosphere that made it like a mystical place. I walked into it and occasionally sneezed as the dust flew where it was. I stopped in a brown closet, there was a paper hanging on the side of the closet door. I take and read.

His writing had almost faded and looked like a tear on the bottom but, at least he understood.

My heart was racing to read the writing in Natasya's name. My guess is right this warehouse is a murder scene. Unknowingly tears fell down my cheeks and hit the paper.

“Aaaaaaaa... Please don't do that!” the sound that was heard from the house made me immediately out of the warehouse and towards the door of my house although shudder in horror at the sound that kept repeating his words and the longer the sound shrank and disappeared.

The door of my house opened a little, and there was someone laughing out loud behind the door. I'll pull myself open the door slowly.

Greeett…

My eyes widened, my body seemed to fall, sad, upset and various feelings enveloped the heart to see the murder happen. I pinched my cheek with all my fear that the incident was just a dream but it turned out to be true.

“Stop!” I said but too late a knife stuck into a woman's heart. I cried again while pulling my hair.

“Sad events!”

“This dream meaning it”

“Ahhhh!”

I turned to the side of the door and saw a man hanging his head. I was crying and screaming!.

“Killer must be killed” said someone.

“What do you mean?” I asked cynically and approached her.

“Why can you do this, where is your conscience?. Your behavior makes me more depressed maybe I will also go crazy and will not hesitate to kill you too.. Hhhh!” I laughed out loud while wiping away the tears.

Hix

My tears are breaking reading it. As if I wouldn't live anymore.

Natasha is a successful woman in the field of her career, her wealth is no longer sustainable. Many praised him for his income making his sister so envious. He plans to be with his girlfriend to kill and take his property. Actually, Natasya and her husband already knew about her sister's bad intentions and would report it to the police but had no evidence, so it was too late Natasha was killed on the night of her birthday.

I listened to the story carefully.

My first leg went to a hanged man. I smiled and looked at him clapping my hands.

“Woooww is arguably the most beautiful gift for me to make mentally, soul and heart depressed. I am glad I was given a special gift. How do I thank you for what? it can't be just speech. Oh I know!”. I pulled the rope around his neck with all my might until his blood flowed heavily into my hand.

“Ih I don't want this blood” I said then I rubbed it into the man's face.

“Mira, have” said father.

“No father I have to repay their good deeds” as I laugh happily.

The second leg toward a woman lay covered in blood with a knife.

“Wih exclamation ya aunt play knife, can I try 'not,” I take a knife in the kitchen and then I stick a knife next to it.

“Oh yeah almost forgot, where promise aunt want to be a good mother? I forgot my aunt is dead but the promise must be kept, right?. Aunty do not need to worry I do not need fake boasting.” I cry.

“Quite Mira!” said father.

“Can't, there's one more unfinished” I looked at dad then hugged him tightly.

“Yah! I can't stand all this”

“What do you mean?” He was shocked to hear my statement. I mutely and choose to approach the knife that is still in the heart of aunt linda. Dad who knows what I mean, gets in my way.

“Don't do anything stupid Mira” shouted Dad.

“For this time to grant my request, I miss mom! Allow me?” my word. Dad looked at the astonishment and let me take the knife. I've gone crazy with the painful reality. I've decided to mature, this is my choice!.

Sreeek…

The knife was stuck in my heart and instantly red liquid flooded my body. I smiled smugly as it hurt, the last time I heard Dad screaming hysterically saw I was gone. It is better to die than to continue with heartache. It started to end painfully. Life or death is the same.

Everything had been revealed but, the scream still had not stopped even getting more and more violent.

Aaaarggggghhh…