A Bunch of Horror Stories

episode 67 (diary elbert)

The Jeep stopped right in front of the first floor balcony terrace. I went down and breathed fresh air. The fatigue disappeared instantly. The weather on the hill is refreshing. My eyes circled around the tiny villa lined with redwood and acacia trees. An old banyan looked solid on the south side of the lake. I shuddered to see it. Spooky. Diana ran inside screaming for Uncle Jessy. Dad tote up suitcases and backpacks.

“ Tom, help mom carry the box in the trunk of the car, after that you take it to the kitchen.” Said the mother while lifting the bag, as well as her backpack. I'm nodding. In the kitchen a fat woman was seen slicing onions and vegetables.

“ Hi aunty In.” I was sad but surprised.

"he is, yeah. Tom's. Rest.” Ketus mom to me. I nodded and passed.

***

My eyes looked at the beautiful lake from behind the bedroom window. Looking at the blue sky above Cooper Island. This is my first time on vacation and visiting our new villa. I'm sitting in front of a square table. My eyes saw a black diary. Whose diary is this?

It was a dark night I sat on the first floor. David was sitting in front of a novel borrowed from me. My eyes glared at the stars in the quiet. Silence and silence full of happy impressions. I unintentionally saw a black-robed male figure flashed in front of me. My daydreams jerked.

“ You saw it David?” many fear. David closed the book and then looked at me.

“ See what?”

Someone just passed in front of us. Did you see it?”

David shook his head. Then smile after reading the novel The Diamond Crown by Michael Lewarth. A young writer from Auckland. I don't know why since I saw the shadow, my feelings started to feel bad.

Because tonight it was just the two of us, I had to ask David to sleep in my room. Father, Mother, uncle Jessy, aunt Di and Diana stayed for a week at Renhart's uncle's house in the small town. Aunt Rachel just gave birth to her first child. Father asked to baptize Renhart juniors. I stared at the dim ceiling of this room. David is sound. I can't sleep. Strange shadows seemed to stalk every trace of my steps. Ever since I entered this Villa, it seems like someone has been watching me. But who?

To.tok..

My ears caught someone knocking on my bedroom door. I woke David up. He was late in his dream.

Tok.dok..

The second time I heard that voice. I tried to brush it off with disrespect. I stuffed my ears with earphones. Listen to Ballad music. Country and Pop. Moments later.

Whusss.

I was surprised. The white curtains that closed my bedroom window floated in the strong wind. My eyes wide. Suddenly a man my age sat under the window with a face and grabbed his knees. He was like a man who had drowned in water for a long time. Pale. Chilly. And blue-covered. His eyes glare at me. I shook David's body without seeing him. My eyes focused on the 14-year-old who kept looking at me sharply. My heart stopped beating. Teenagers are scary. He's not like a corpse in need of help.

I woke David up long enough. When I tried to see my cousin. Gosh darn. David is not next to me. Where's she? Shouldn't he still be lying on my bed? My eyes looked back at the teenager. Heh. Does he not exist either? Only traces of water seepage are visible under the window. I went and went out looking for David. The whole room in this villa I've been exploring. But the result is nil. David is not there? Where's she? Why I was left alone.

***

I called David's number. Inactivated. I called Uncle Renhart's house. No one's saying. I'm getting fucked up. On sabotage? By who? Could it be the teenager? I closed the phone. I run to the third floor, I want to get my sweater. When opening the room door…

“ Astagah?!” I shouted half dead. I can't believe what I'm seeing.

The teenager who was sitting under the window of my room has now stood stiff and silent. Hair's wet. Bloody cheeks. Her lips were pale dry. The teen is naked so clearly I saw ***********. His eyes glare at me. Instantly the wind came and gave off a fishy aroma in the afterlife smell of rotten carcasses. The teenager approached me with both hands about to strangle my neck. I suddenly panicked. Without much thought I ran away leaving him. I passed the corridor down the stairs to the second floor. Run down the stairs to the first floor. My breath gasping. I paused for a moment. I looked at the third floor balcony. The teenager smiled at me. In a blink of an eye he disappeared.

I sat at the end of the stairs while regulating breathing. Thinking about what I just experienced. Is there a ghost in this villa? But where is David? I haven't finished my mind with the questions that come over. Instantly my hair was goosebumps. That fishy, rotten smell came back to my nose. The wind blows from my left. Suddenly, there was someone sitting next to me. Slowly I looked at him. And…

“ Aaaaarrggh.” Him again. The teenager sat next to me with his eyes on the main door. She's mute. I gotta go. I don't know why my tongue is cuckoo. My body is hard to move. I tried to get up. Just one step I walked.

Tappp's. I freaked. Cold sweat seeped nonstop.

The hands were rough and cold, watery, tightly grasping my right leg. I'm getting creepy. Slowly a sharp nail hurt my calf. I broke off the grip of the teenager. I snapped at this leg but his hand was getting stronger. In my heart I pray. For God to help me. He also took off my feet. I ran and opened the main door. I stared for a moment at the teenager who was sitting petrified. His eyes looked at me meaningfully. I don't give a shit. I have to get out of this villa.

***

The asphalt road stretches endlessly around the Redwood forest. I walk alone. Just wearing pajamas. Without using footwear. The wound from the grip made my calf painful. The cold air pierced my flesh and bones. My stomach's sore. My head's dizzy. My body oyong and lunglai. Up ahead my eyes were faintly staring at the light of the vehicle heading towards me. There is a glimmer of hope. I waved my hand hoping the vehicle would stop and give me a ride. Niente. The car passed. My eyes unintentionally looked at the passengers inside. Gosh darn. Again I was surprised. The teenager sat in the back seat looking at me smiling. The car passed. Then, it disappeared behind the descending streets. I regulate breathing.

Duaaaarrr. My heart was pounding at the sound of a bang at the end of the road. Fire overflows. The car exploded and then slammed and I thought it fell into the lake in front of our Villa. I can't believe the car's skeleton floated and successfully hit me and made me slam tens of mill. I was unconscious.

***

Darkened. Frowsty. Chilly. Wetter. And what's his name.

When my eyes are open. I was in a room I didn't know. A twenty-three year old man smiled at me. He gave me a cup of hot chocolate and put it on the table.

“ Drink, it will help restore your energy.” Hisses.

“ Me where?”at once I saw the man put together the eyebrows I caught which meant wonder.

“ This is our home.”

“ Our home? You who?”

“ Hey, what's wrong with you Albert? Was it because of the wood you became amnesiac? Don't joke ahh. Not funny.” his jokes are accompanied by laughter.

“ Serious. I don't know who you are? I'm Tom. Not Albert.” My Kilah.

“ Yes. It's true, your name is Tom. But I call you Albert. Because of your long name Albert Tommy Rudolf. I'm Delon. Your sister's. Do you not remember me at all?” his question was astonished with the look of a face that looked confused. I shook my head. The man who claimed to be Delon sat in the corner of my bed.

“ Rest.” He then walked out of this simple room. I looked out the window, Delon brought an axe and went into the forest. My head feels dizzy. I don't know what else is coming my way. I grabbed the cup, and sipped a mouthful of Delon's hot chocolate. Tasty. But honest. I was getting dizzy and felt like I was out of my mind. My name is not what Delon mentioned. My name is Michael Tom Achuleta. Weird right?

***

Tonight is the seventh night I'm staying with Delon. In this simple room I wrote a story about a lonely Delon. By ourselves. And a kara. Kreeksk. The door to the room is open. I saw him smile and came in.

“ Umm. Just a regular scribble.”

“ You must be lying.” His grunts while trying to take my notes.

“ Don't Delon, it's not for you to read.”

“ Let's go, I want to see.” He pushed and kept trying to reach out from behind my back.

“ Don't.”

“ Albert, I want to see it. For a moment, I just want to know the contents. Can yah?” memelas. “ Can't.”

Dooor. Dooorr. The sound of gunfire hit the door. Suddenly Delon hugged me and overstretched me and directed me behind the sofa in front of the heating furnace.

“ They've come.” Sluggishly.

“ Who?” whispered.

“ They are the ones who want to kill us.”

“ Kill us? Why?”

“ Have not asked much. I'll explain.”

Delon and I ran through the back door. We walked through the woods. At the edge of a lake we stopped. Four men with long barrels confronted us in the back. I freaked.

“ Delon and Albert. How are you guys doing?” hiss the man with the snake's eyes.

“ What do you want again?” bentak Delon's.

“ Leave him to me.”

“ No. It won't. She's my sister.”

“ Hand over or I shoot you.”

“ Never will be!”

“ You want to fight me? Hand it over or I really kill you.”

“ You can kill me, but don't take Albert away from me.”

“ Ah shithead. Shoot him!”

Dorr. Dorr. The sound of gunfire echoed in the middle of the forest. Delon was covered in wounds. A man dragged me by force, I tried to take off. Maybe because I kept fighting the guy got angry, then slapped me.

“ Silent.” Grunt annoyed. Then they took me. As I was about to get into the black Jeep, I ran away and escaped. They're chasing me. Without a second thought I headed towards the rudimentary building standing in front of this lake. I went into the basement. Without thinking they found me. I'm shying away. The guy in the slanted hat was trying to catch me. I kicked ***********. He's distraught. I ran into the baseman aisle.

Dooorr. I had a hard time breathing. My chest and stomach ache. I fell down.

“ Godlock. Why did you shoot him?” to the man I think is their leader.

“ Sa-I accidentally Boss.” I faintly heard no more voices. Fishy blood is pouring. A moment later they approached me. Someone kicked my stomach. I was barely conscious. Then they took me and took me somewhere. Near the basement door. I opened my eyes, just looking at the situation. And…

Byurujarr. They put me in a well? Yep. I was thrown into a well. Darkened. Frowsty. It looks like I'm going to die when a round, hard thing hits my head. The door of the well they closed. I can still breathe and the rest of the air even though I'm flirting. I continued to rebel to remove the rope wrapped around the stone. I drowned at the bottom of a well. Then….

All quiet.

***

Silent. Tautly. There's no sound. There is no wind. There is no life?

I had trouble breathing and was claustrophobic because I was still struggling. My eyes caught the light up there. And…

“ Haaaaahhh.” I'm like the one who emerged from the bottom of the sea. My breaths wheezing. When my eyes opened perfectly the sunlight immediately struck. Glare. Someone was standing on my furniture.

“ Aunty In?” many surprised.

“ The others are waiting for you. Let's have breakfast.” makes me wonder.

“ Since when did I fall asleep in this chair?”

“ I think twenty minutes ago. You seem to be too tired on the way today. Your clothes I put in the closet. Now let's have breakfast. You don't want them to starve for too long waiting for you ‘kan?”

I scratched my head that wasn't scratching. Turns out I was dreaming. Aunt Di smiled as she stroked my shoulder.

“ Not good read the records of people who have died.” Whisper aunt Di then he passed. I sit down dumbstruck. In front of aunt Di's door smiled, then winked.

***

Tonight I sit in front of a square table. Reading Albert's mysterious diary. It turns out that Albert was Delon's brother who was killed and buried in the basement of this Villa. They run away from home because Delon's father doesn't want Albert to follow in the footsteps of his arrogant, rebellious older brother. This villa used to belong to the Albert family. Four families bought it. And we were the last family to occupy it from 2009 to the present. As I was reading, suddenly my nose smelled a foul scent. The night wind gives me the creeps. My bedroom window is open. I'm appalled. Delon stood at the edge of the window with an angry look. He held out his hand to see me upset. Like there was regret and deep disappointment because I was impressed to forget it. Dorr. A bullet went through my chest.