Eternal Island

Carry Atmosphere

Suddenly, Franky's hair bristles ....

"Why did I get goosebumps like this, huh? Ah, yes, I got carried away.

Chapter one was written by Franky.

Then Franky closed his laptop, and put it on the table by his bed.

"I continue tomorrow, write horror stories, even goosebumps," Franky said.

Franky put his body on the bed, he played his cell phone. Franky opened the blue application, he scrolled the screen and read some of the latest news, netraya was fixed on a status belonging to one of the social media users. From his profile, it looks like he is an author as well, just like Franky.

"I was writing a horror story at night, must have been carried away, was focused on writing, uh suddenly I feel there is someone, who is sitting near me, and I get goosebumps, I get goosebumps, finally I don't dare to write horror stories if it's night, I write if it's day."

That's how Franky reads the status of social media users.

"Huh? What, if we write a nighttime horror story, we are bullied by ghosts, who are in our story?" Franky asked in his heart.

And, his hair bristled once again.

"Hcity ...."

Franky put his cell phone next to the pillow he was wearing, then he pulled the blanket, and closed his eyes.

Faintly, Franky heard a voice under his bed.

Franky opened his eyes, he sat on his bed. The smell is rancid, and the foul smell is rattling, stinging the nose.

"What's that sound, huh?" ask in the heart.

The voice came back, like it was patting the floor. Franky listened carefully.

"Looks like, that voice was under my bed" Franky said. He ventured down, bowed, and peered under his bed.

To Franky's astonishment, he saw a piece of his puffed hand under his bed, it was covered in blood, patting the floor.

Focussing on watching the puffed-up hand, it suddenly moved, drew closer to Franky, and stuck to Franky's face.

"Abuehhhh ....!"

Franky woke up from his sleep, and he sat down.

Slowly, Franky rubbed his eyes, then turned to the left and to the right. Not to forget, Franky also peeked under his bed. Franky saw nothing there.

Franky sat back on his bed. "Ah turned out to be just a dream," he murmured softly.

Franky glanced at the wall clock, time two o'clock at night.

Suddenly the man felt thirsty in his throat. He got out of bed and walked out of the room to the kitchen. Franky took a glass, and filled it with plain water, then drank it.

Faintly, Franky heard the voice of someone drinking behind him, clearly heard, gulping for gulps from his throat.

Franky looked back, but there was no one behind him.

"It seems, I just heard the sound of people drinking too, did I mishear ya," Franky said.

Instantly, the night wind blew, bursting into the kitchen, and hit Franky's body.

"It's cold, I'd better go back to the room and continue my sleep, after all it's still night" he said.

Franky went back into his room, he laid his body on the bed, and closed his eyes, and finally fell asleep. This time, Franky again heard a voice, from under his bed.

Franky woke up, and was curious. "What's the hell sound?"

Franky got out of his bed, and peered under his bed.

Again, he saw a piece of a puffed hand covered in blood, the hand was patting the floor.

Franky watched carefully.

Long pensive Franky, finally planning, would dig the floor under his bed. Franky came out of the room, and looking for a hoe, he found it near the bathroom.

Franky returned to the room with a hoe. He shifted his bed, and started digging up the floor.

As Franky dug deep, he suddenly found the body of a woman, in the ground he had just dug, with a hand cut over her body.

Franky. "Who is this?"

Franky immediately headed to the house of the RT chairman, he told the incident he experienced, the RT chairman went to Franky's house.

And sure enough, the RT chairman saw the body that had just been found by Franky.

Long story short, the head of RT also called residents, to immediately take care of the funeral of the woman's corpse.

After being bathed and pardoned and prayed for, the woman's body was properly buried by local residents.

RT chief thanks Franky. It is said that according to the story, the corpse was a victim of rape in ancient times, in the house that is now inhabited by Franky.

Once upon a time, there was a woman, who lived alone in a house.

Long story short, the woman was in a romance, with a man.

And the woman, often brought the lover to his house. One day, the woman disappeared without a trace. For months, residents searched, but never met the woman.

That's the story of the RT chief.

According to reports, the woman was killed by her lover, and her body was buried under the bed.

"I went home first, Fran, thank you, because you helped find the woman's body" RT chief and some residents said, saying goodbye.

Franky glanced back at his wall clock.

This time it was three o'clock in the morning. "Ah it's still night, I'd better get some more sleep."

Franky walked into his room. He laid his body on the bed, and suddenly in the room, there was a smell of jasmine.

"Huh? How it smells jasmine, how I feel I don't wear this perfume" Franky said.

And immediately, a woman appeared whose face was similar to the corpse that Franky had found

The woman smiled at Franky, waving her hand, as if to thank him, for finding his body, and buried it properly.

Franky was curious, he got out of his bed, with the intention of approaching the woman.

However, when Franky was about to step foot, he accidentally stepped on the banana peel in his room, immediately Franky slipped and ....

Bugh!

Franky falls down, and along with that, Franky awakens from his sleep.

Franky was astonished, he frowned.

"What was my dream, just now?" muttered.

Franky tried to remember, that dream.

"Ah I remember, I dreamt of seeing a puffed hand under my bed, eh wait, why the core of the dream is the same as the story I was writing?"

"Aha, I have an idea, I'd better make a story, according to my dream, it seems to connect."

Franky glanced back at the wall clock.

"It's six in the morning."

Franky smiled to himself.