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Red Chandelier part 2 (Hororary Story)

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I wore a jacket to school to cover my dirty uniform and there was a lot of blood around it. Frankie who had been on his bench just looked at me in wonder.

“Lo why, Ol?” asked Frankie to touch my forehead with a scar.

I just kept quiet letting Frankie touch my forehead. This mouth still feels stiff to just open. The pain all over my body is still very painful. Actually today I want not to go in, but I'm afraid you'll go berserk again.

“Relax, Ol, I told you I would never get hurt again. Yesterday will be the last.”

After that sentence was said, I looked at Frankie's face. In his eyes was implied a meaning that I could not explain. It's just that I didn't comment on his words.

Frankie walks out of class with his bag. I don't know what he's doing. Maybe without him, things would be better. I got my private bench again.

Today the lesson went very fast. Even today I feel very happy. Mr. Logan and his gang didn't go to school. So I no longer need to feel pain.

My feet are out of school. Frankie's whereabouts are still unknown. Surprisingly, the teachers and the children did not ask where Frankie was going. They seem to not care.

The door of the house creaked again. I searched my father's whereabouts in every room. My house is always dark. No matter if there is sunlight or not. Only my room has a window. So do not be surprised if the air in this house smells rancid or musty.

But this time it's different. This wasn't the smell of my blood last night. This smell of carnation was much more concentrated and had never been smelled before. I stepped up timidly. All the furniture looks chaotic.

I continued to walk towards my room. For sure I know that my house has strangers. And that guy's still here. I tried to get rid of all my fears by walking quickly towards my room.

Drrt Drrt

In the middle of the stairs, I took my old phone out of my skirt pocket. Then open a message from an unknown number.

“Quick open your room door.”

I'm stuck in place. Is that stranger in my room? I shook my head quickly and went straight down the stairs to get out of my house.

But my phone is back on vibrate.

“Why run? Quickly open your door or I'll kill your father.”

Daddyh. One word that made me stop stepping out of the house. Dad's in my room right now. And that stranger would've killed my father if I hadn't opened my door. I love Dad even though he's morally depraved.

With all my courage, I walked back to my room. Throughout the hall only darkness enveloped. I didn't find anything strange. Everything seems ordinary. I think this is part of April Fool's joke.

Krieett

The door to my room opened slowly. Justright. Room's empty. I dabbled and was furious with this joke.

“I've been expecting this part of April Fools' Day. My father and the stranger were not in my room. Cih.” decakku still standing in the doorway.

My phone is shaking again.

“Who said I was in your room? Your father is not home. But I exist. Try looking back.”

My mouth is wide open. My eyes were glaring and almost out. The stranger is behind me now. My body was stiff and gave no response. I dare not look back.

I glanced at my phone which was shaking again.

“Why shut up? Should I look at you? But I think it'll be scarier than you looking back at me. Choose where?”

Alright. It's just getting scary. Shaking, I turned my head slowly back.

Empty again. What kind of joke is this? Who else wants to prank me? Are they not satisfied to make me suffer?

I let out an annoyed breath and turned my head forward again. The scary stranger smirked very eeriely before my eyes.

BUKS!

I didn't have time to scream, my body was immediately kicked and fell from the top floor.

My phone kept shaking without anyone reading it.

“Ups. Looks like I'd better see you. Sorry I kicked you so hard that you fell from the second floor.”

My eyes are heavy to open. My head is dizzy not playing. My body can't move everything. I'm paralyzed!

Nope. I'm not paralyzed. It's just that maybe a broken bone left me unable to feel anything anymore. And when my eyes opened, I saw many candles hanging above me.

Chandeliers!

This room is so dark. It all looks scary when it's dark. The red light from the chandelier was only able to illuminate a few places. Looks like I'm in a warehouse with a lot of thick sacks.

“Well Olla, is that what you're looking for?” That scary voice made me look back. Looks like the stranger dragged the body of Kak Logan who was drenched in blood.

My mouth is tightly clenched. Mr. Logan is very sad in the hands of this stranger. You savage!

“L-lo apain K-Son Lo-Logan?” kataku.

The stranger smirked. “Don't you hate this guy?”

Is correct. I really hate him. But this is not the way to repay all of what Brother Logan has done to me. Now my hatred turned to that stranger.

“I knocked out all his teeth before you woke up.” said the stranger as he laid down Kak Logan's body in front of me.

Seeing Kak Logan's lips torn and crushed it made me close my eyes. Cold sweat has come down from my head. Want to help Logan too I can't. Now I'm tied to a chair.

“You didn't respond to me, Miss. Yes then, what if I start********* just skin? My hands are already itching for a response from you, Miss.” The stranger sat on Logan's back. The butcher's knife was from******** the back plan of Kak Logan that was clean of clothes.

“AARGH!!” kak Logan's screams cut my ears. Shouts from just pain. The cry begged the knife to stop incising wounds on the body of Kak Logan. Unfortunately, the knife was a dead thing. How hard you want to apply to the knife, it will never be realized.

In my place, under the light of the chandeliers, the stranger tortured Kak Logan like a pig ready to be made into a dish. This eye is no longer able to see itself tormented by evil demons from all the most evil demons.

“ARGH! ARGGGHHH!!”

The foreigner is******* is Logan's skin that has already been********* to two parts. He withdraws with his own hands, such as*******dead cowhide. He thought Mr. Logan was dead, but clearly his screams were so painful as to accompany the pull of his skin.

THE CETASS!

********* Brother Logan's skin on my back in front of my eyes. Logan is in the middle of dying. His screams were no longer heard, but his mouth was wagging as if trying to make a sound.

“Cih, noisy!” said the stranger. He walked up to pick up a fairly large barbell, then placed it right over Kak Logan's head.

CRETAN! The head was crushed, unable to withstand the heavy weight of the barbell.

Logan is dead before my eyes. The head and mouth are crushed with the back of the skin peeling off on the other side. He died horribly. More terrible than my mother's death.

“Beres.” Further the savage creature.

The man passed again from before me. Forcing me to see Logan's body fall apart. This is worse than seeing Hell in person!

Sreet…

The man dragged someone back. When it started to enter the chandelier light area, my body was aghast. He was my father. That guy dragged my dad rough. His aged body was forced to be dragged by the savage creature.

I moved to the right and left, trying to untie the rope that was tying me.

I want to run up to my dad, and…

“This is the knife.” said the man gave the taper knife to me.

… kill him!

I grinned at the man, then received the knife with my hand covered with glue so that the fingerprints would not be seen. “Thanks.”

The man nodded and allowed me to do the stunt I was waiting for. My father looked helpless. His body was tied up, and his mouth was gagged. He shook his head, begging me to let him go.

Just yummy. After these two years of torturing me, easily begging me to let go? Just be right. I had planned this months before.

I take off the cloth that had gagged his mouth.

“O-Olla. Dad sorry.” said dad while crying.

“Huh. For two years now, where have you been? When I cried and moaned in pain, Where have you been?” my hiss while sharpening the knife, “AYAH TREATS ME LIKE AN ANIMAL! I'M TORTURED!” I shouted in front of his face.

The guy behind me immediately ran to calm me down. I smiled at her side. “We're just starting. Hold her body so she doesn't move, Frankie.”

Yup. Is correct. The stranger was Frankie. Guys-hitch-who-said-tadi-cool-that's. He was the one who pushed me down from the second floor. But it doesn't matter. I'm doing fine. Just fainted for a second. And this is all I'm planning. Frankie was just a partner of my great plan. Wh why? Yeah because he's my girlfriend!

“Hm...” I attached the cold end of the knife to my father's temple. For a moment I moved it gently around my father's super frightened face. And it's a pleasure for me, seeing someone who always torments me.

Logan and Dad, for example.

“What do you know? When you die, it's not just you who's hurt. ME TOO!” my sentakku. “I needed Dad back then, I was weak. But what did Dad do? Dad even TORmented ME with all this!” my growl while pressing word ‘torturing’.

“A-A-yah apologize. A-ayo ki-we start i-ni all da-from a-early.”

his hoarse voice tried to make me pity.

“Good.”

A SLUP!

My knife gently stabbed into his stomach. I turned it around making dad scream hysterically.

“Not starting from the start I want. Do you know what I want?” I said in front of his face while turning the knife in his stomach.

Dad looked at me. His mouth was grumbling with pain.

“I just want to be the main player in this story.” I whispered gently in his ear.

SREET!

I am******** that neck quickly. Fresh and thick blood washed my body. No more than five seconds, father died in no less terrible circumstances!

The knife I put down. I rubbed my face rough with my shoulder. Frankie walked in close.

“Happy Anniversary, darling.” whispered Frankie gently in my ear.

The guy let go of his hook. He looked me in the face very deeply. His face slowly came forward to kiss me. When our lips almost touched, the knife in my hand floated beautifully into Frankie's stomach.

SLEPT UP!

I pushed Frankie's body with a knife stuck in his stomach. My laughter appeared in the middle of this dark warehouse. My mission succeeded! Now no one else can hurt me!

“Ke-why?” lirih Frankie while touching her stomach.

“Why?!” my snapping. “LO STILL ASK WHY?!?!”

Frankie fell silent while continuing to moan. I walked over to Frankie's head, then sat down on my knees.

“Lo guess I don't know if you've been CHEATING ME behind me?!” my jolt surprised him.

“But no pa-pa, that lo girl is already here.” I continued smiling while touching my stomach. “As I said. I want to be the main character. That means, everything else must be destroyed!”

Frankie grinds his teeth, “Da-basic i-iblis!” Then Frankie died.

I'm pissed off. “Devil says devil.”

In my heart laughs loudly. My food supply will be more and more. Oh, I haven't told you yet? Hmm, this plan isn't just about me and Frankie, Benji helped me get rid of Logan's gang. Honey, after Logan's gang was killed by Benji, I also threw my knife into Benji's stomach.

The food that I said was tempting was the meat of Lohan and Benji's gang. That delicious gravy was a mixture of all of their blood. I always keep it in a sack with salt. To last.

I also told you that my father was a savage and a demon. Yes it is true, because he always ate the flesh of the women he had slept with. That's why he came home so late.

But not anymore. Dad and Frankie are dead. Logan, his gang, and Benji are gone. Everything will be stored in my stomach. Nyams! So delicious!

Five minutes to go the police will come.

I immediately pulled my body near the wall. On the count of three, I banged my head violently against the wall.

CRETAS!

My head cracked and I was bleeding fresh blood. I ran and crashed my body into the wooden door of the barn.

THE HUT!

The bones around my chest managed to crack. Withstanding the pain, I tried to pick up a piece of wood and stick it on my leg.

“ARGH!” I shouted as soon as the wood managed to stick at my feet.

I walked over to get the knife that stuck Frankie in the stomach. The knife was facing my stomach. A little doubt struck my heart, but it felt like it would not hurt. I've been practicing in my room. At the most I would faint.

SLEPT UP!

“ARGH ****!” I put the knife in Frankie's hand.

BRUK!

My body fell to the ground and lay down next to Frankie. Ten seconds later, the police broke through the door of this warehouse.

A warm smile on my lips.

This way, the police won't think I'm the killer.

I am a victim!

Now I am the main character!

Story by: Syifa Fauzia

Finishes.

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