Ghost Villa

The Contract of Angker Part 2

Just then was daydreaming in front of the window, I suddenly heard the sound of the door slamming. The sound came from a room full of paintings. I saw the door of the room open wide. I swallowed myself. Though filled with fear, I approached the room carefully.

There's nobody inside. The strangers I saw last night didn't leave any traces. But wait, there's a painting that caught my attention. On the wall by the window of the room was a face painting of a man I knew very well. It's no mistake that my father's face painting.

I'll grab a chair in the kitchen soon. I got on the chair to get a picture of Dad's face. I looked closely at the painting. This is really my father's face painting. Who did this?

I brought the painting into my room. Shortly after, my phone rang. On the phone screen came my mother's name. Turns out I still have mom's number.

"Mother?"

"Where are you Jason? You moved house, right? Why didn't your dad tell you mom?" asked the mother who immediately confronted me with a question.

"Yes, Mom, we're moving house. Jason thinks I know about this."

"Dad you didn't say anything at all. Where are you now? Can you tell me where the mother is? Your father's mother's phone isn't active."

I jumped out of bed and walked to the window. I don't know the exact address of this house. But in front of my house there is a gate that says Griya Indah housing. I mentioned the name of the house to my mother.

"Oh, yes, I know that housing. You don't go anywhere before you come, yes" he said.

"Yes, Mom. I haven't come home yet."

"Where's your dad going?"

"No idea, Mom."

"Yes, I'm there now" the phone closed.

Mother called me several times to ask which house we rented until she finally managed to find the location of this house. Mom came with her new husband. I obviously don't like that guy. Even though she looks friendly, but still I don't like to see mom with other men.

"When did your father leave?" ask Mother. We sat in the living room.

"From last night, Mom."

"Udah mom said, you come with me. If the same father becomes stranded like this right," said the mother with her face that looks upset.

The man beside her nodded, "Om glad that you want to come with us. Buy a video game for you at home. Om also wants to nyekolahin you at your favorite school to add pinter," said the fat man with a smile.

I didn't respond and just bowed. I would never want to go with Mom. Poor dad, he must be sad to be left alone.

Mom checked every room in the house, "This house doesn't deserve Jason. So shabby. Your father couldn't afford the rent yesterday?"

"Yes, Mom. Said dad the rent's getting higher."

"Yes your father should have worked harder to pay the rent. How the hell is..," mom's pissed.

"Today you go with me. Later if you're home, I'll drop you back here, "my mom's grabbing my shoulder.

"No, Ma. Dad said, I can't get out of the house before he gets home."

Mom breathed a heavy breath. She looked at her husband.

"Well, I'll keep you here until I get home."

I nodded and glanced towards the fat man with a look of hate.

"You wanna wait here too?" ask her husband.

"Oh, no. I still have work. It just so happened that today there was a shipment of gold to my shop" the man replied.

"Jason whenever you want, Om is ready to be a second father to you" he said, stroking my head.

I just shut up. It's good to be my second father. I don't want to have a fat, bald dad like him. I still wish mom and dad could be together again.

"Yes, I said yes. Call me when Jason's dad gets home. I'll pick you up later" added the man.

I'm getting anxious because until nightfall I haven't come home yet. Mom called me several times, but the number remained inactive. I also called my father's office and said the office, father today did not enter work without permission. I'm getting anxious too.

It's late at night and I'm not coming home. My mom and I fell asleep in my room. At midnight, I woke up again. I was shocked because my mother was not in the room. Has he been picked up? If so, my mother left me alone.

I put my cell phone on the bed and looked for my mother's phone number. I'll call him, but when the phone is connected, I hear a cell phone ringing. That's my mom's phone lying on the floor. My mother has not left. Maybe he went to the toilet.

"Mom?" I stepped out of the room while calling my mother.

I saw the door of the room full of paintings open a little. I also heard someone singing. I don't know what song he sings, his voice is sloppy and not very clear. I slowly approached the room.

I was very surprised by what I saw. In the room was a man painting my mother's figure. Right in front of the man, my mother was tied to a chair. Mother's face was full of blood as if beaten with a blunt object.

In addition, there was a knife stuck in the left chest of the mother. I can confirm that mom is dead. The man I could not see clearly his face was still singing while occasionally looking at his mother's face. She masterfully painted my mother's figure on her canvas.

I wanted to scream when I saw what I was seeing. But my tongue is muddy. My body was shaking, but it was hard to move.

Who is that guy? Dan, what am I supposed to do now?

Contract of the Angker: My Family Massacred (Part 5) (5)

He didn't seem to hear my screams. Or maybe he pretended not to hear it. I ran away from the room, trying to escape the house. Unfortunately the door is very difficult to open, someone deliberately locks it.

"Please!" I shouted as I turned the door handle, hoping that someone out there would hear me.

"Whisper!" snatched the man from the room.

My face was sweating, my breathing was panting. I was shocked when I saw Mr. Heri emerge from the room. His left hand held a brush, while his right hand held a slap rope. He approached me with a grouchy face.

"Don't be noisy, someone will hear" he said.

"Please!" I kept shouting, but it seemed like no one could hear me.

Heri tied my hands and feet and dragged me into the room. He took a folding chair and sat me next to my mother's corpse. My body is also tied up, my mouth is duct tape. I cried in fear as I looked at my dead mother.

Then Mr. Heri walked to the corner of the room, he put away the pile of paintings and dismantled the floor tiles one by one. I don't know what he's looking for, sometimes Mr. Heri wipes the sweat off his forehead.

After the ceramic in the corner of the room was dismantled, he then dug the ground without any tools. He only used both hands. From within the ground, he pulled out a human arm and forced it out.

"So bad you are" he said, pulling me back to my starting position.

Mr. Heri lined us up. He also confirmed the position of the father, the hand of the father is placed on the mother's lap, while the mother's head is bent towards the father so that it looks like he is making out. He also corrected my position to face my mother.

"Well, this is the position good. You don't move. I want to paint first."

He returned to his seat and replaced his canvas with a new one. After the painting was finished, Mr. Heri showed it to me. I was downcast for not being able to see the horrible painting.

"Well, we put it here, yes" said Mr. Heri.

"You know Jason, some of these paintings are my father's. We love to paint the dead" he said, correcting the painting's position to precision.

Then Mr. Heri came up to me, he grabbed something from his shorts.

"Look at this, Jason," she showed me a picture of a kid my age. The photo was black and white and was already shabby.

"You look a lot like my dead son. Don't worry, I'll take care of you like my own son."

I shook my head while continuing to moan. Shortly after, someone knocked on the door. He was calling my mother's name. I know his voice, it's my mother's new husband. Hearing that voice, Heri panicked. He untied the rope in my chair.

In a hurry Mr. Heri immediately carried me to the kitchen. He opened the plywood that covered the underground hole and without a second thought he immediately threw my body into the hole.

My head hit the floor until it bled, but I was still conscious. The rope that tied my legs and hands was so strong that I could not struggle at all. There is nothing I can do but pray that someone will save me.

From above I heard the plywood was reopened. Something dropped from there. I was in pain because it was on my back. And when I saw it it was the head of my mother's new husband. I don't remember his name, but I definitely know that face.

I screamed with all my might, my voice stuck in my throat. Shortly after the head fell, Mr. Heri also dropped parts of his body. The body thumped and almost hit me.

Tonight was like a nightmare, I didn't expect Mr. Heri to be the mastermind of all this. But why would he do something like this? Was all that money the man he had killed?

A moment later, I heard someone coming down the stairs. That must be Mr. Heri, I'm shuffling around looking for a place to hide. While going down the stairs, Mr. Heri whistled. Sometimes he calls my name.

"Jason...."

"Jason dad's coming."

That sound was terrible to me.

Child Raised by Psychopath

Mr. Heri was looking for me while whistling. I held back my tears and hid behind a pile of cardboard. He called my name. His voice is terrible.

It didn't take long for Mr. Heri to find my hiding place. He immediately opened the duct tape that sealed my mouth. I screamed as I could. He laughed and pulled my foot and leaned me against the wall.

"Jason, from now on you're my son. And, this room is your room now" said Mr. Heri.

I-i refused. I also spit on his face.

"I don't want to be your son. You murderer!"

However, he was not angry. Mr. Heri laughed out loud.

"When I first saw you, I immediately remembered my son. And, the only way you can be my son is to kill your parents. I'm sorry yes! Don't worry, you're happier to be my son. After all, ever since my father hanged himself, this house has been mine. So you're free to stay here forever."

"No, please, sir, get me out of here" I cried again. I didn't expect this contract to be a catastrophe for my family.

"Don't cry dong! There's a father here. Are you hungry, right? Momentarily I'll get some food first" he said, peeping at my forehead.

He's coming up to the surface. Not long after that Mr. Heri returned with a black plastic bag, I don't know what it contained.

"Well, here's what I brought you, food" he showed me the black plastic.

I immediately felt nauseous wanting to vomit, even when I had not seen the contents. I smell a pungent smell. Apparently, inside the plastic was a puddle of rotten eggs. I don't know where he got it. Mr. Heri put his index finger in the plastic and stirred the rotten egg.

"It's delicious" he said as he licked his index finger.

"Please! No, Sir! I don't want to!" I screamed while crying.

"It's delicious. Open your mouth," he held my head, forcing me to eat the rotten egg.

I flicked the plastic with my own head. The plastic fell and the eggs were scrambled on the floor. Again Mr. Heri was not angry. He smiled and stroked my head.

"Yes if you don't want to. I'll get you some more delicious food. Now I want to paint."

He rose to the surface and returned with painting equipment. He then dragged the folding chair that was lying in the corner of the room. What makes me shudder in horror is that Mr. Heri sat down the body of my mother's husband who was not headed.

"This is going to be a great piece of art. The headless body hahaha." he laughed out loud and started painting.

"You saw your father painting. Who knows if you will become a reliable artist like your father" said Mr. Heri while looking at me. He smiled kindly.

I didn't answer. But my tears keep dripping. My body is now shaking with cold. My head hurts too. Blood soaked my face. The collision was very hard. I wonder why I can still survive in this condition.

"The paint ran out when it wasn't finished. I'll take the paint first. Please take care of Dad's painting, "please ask Mr. Heri. He then went back to the surface.

The corpse of the headless man sitting in front of me was truly terrifying. This is the most horror moment of my life. Plus this room is so quiet. I only heard the sound of my own cries being stifled and stirred.

The longer this room gets the more terrifying it gets. I tried to close my eyes so as not to constantly look at the headless body in front of me.

Shortly afterwards I heard the sound of a chair creaking. When he opened his eyes, the headless body stood before me! I screamed as loud as I could and then inched away from the body that had suddenly come back to life. Damn, the body approached me.

From a distance I also saw his head rolling towards me. I'm really scared. But, the rope that tied my hands and feet was so strong and could not be removed.

The head is really in front of me. His eyes slowly opened. His lips then smiled and began to open like he was about to say something.

"Jason, let's play!" ogre.

I screamed for help. However, no one can hear me. I think I just want to die after my parents.

Look forward to the next Angker Contract horror story