Ghost Villa

Contract of Angker Part 3

One Hole for Three Corpses

I'm Heri. I used to live with my father in this house, and my mother died when I was a child. I'm a painter, but I'm different from other painters.

I love painting people who are dead. I'm sure that I got this painting talent from Dad. Because he is also a good painter.

I also like to paint bodies. The collection of paintings in that room are people you've killed. His body was buried under the floor. After my father died by hanging, I was the one who continued my father as a painter.

At first, I often steal the bodies of people who have just died. I dressed the body to look neat, then I painted her face. Unfortunately, there are rarely people who die in this area. Finally, I decided to kill like my father did.

What I killed was not the people here, but the people who rented my house. I slaughtered them all to serve as a production model. And, if my house is not rented, I usually kill the roving field that passes in front of the house. I persuaded them to enter the house and then I strangled her neck from behind with a cable.

But this time something was unusual. The child I was holding in the basement was very similar to my dead son. I can't bear to kill him. I will raise him as a child.

Ever since I first saw the boy, I was instantly determined to kill his parents. The goal is nothing else and not so I can have her child.

Actually, I used to live far away from this town. I used to work as a postman and had a perfect life. I have a beautiful wife and a smart son. But that all changed when one by one my family died.

My wife died in an accident at the Cipali toll road, and my son had cancer. From then on I went back to my father's house and stayed with him.

Every month someone buys a painting. They never knew that the figure of the painting was the people we killed. No one knows about this murder. I forgot how many people we killed. Some of them were buried in the backyard.

After taking the paint, I returned to the basement. Poor my son was left alone. He must have been afraid to see a headless body in front of him. Arriving in the basement, I saw my son unconscious. There's a headless body standing in front of my son.

“Father don't kid my son dong!” my snapping. I know for a fact that my father's spirit entered the body.

Instantly the body was empty and just sprawled. I'll approach my son soon. One by one I took off the rope that tied his hands and feet. Then I put him on the cardboard. I can still feel his pulse. Fortunately, he is still alive.

Oh, yeah, almost forgot. I still have a job. These bodies must be buried. Fear will be found out with the citizens. Immediately I took a slap rope in the corner of the room and tied it to the body. I pulled the body slowly from the surface. Then I dragged her to the backyard.

“Where ya?” I muttered while scratching my head.

I forgot which area there was no body. My backyard is quite large. But, as I recall, this land is already filled with corpses.

Instead of being confused, I grabbed the hoe and dug the ground in the corner of the fence. However, my hoe hit a hard object and it turned out that the land had been filled with corpses. I grinned, and then hoarded the body again.

Headless body kuseret to the right corner, precisely under the banana tree. Hopefully no bodies have been buried here. I put my hoe back on. Until the depth of one meter of land is still clean, there are no bodies. I wiped the sweat off my forehead.

Then I put the man's body into the hole with his head. I also took two other bodies that were none other than Jason's parents. I buried them in one hole. Above the surface, I hoard with grass.

There's one more problem. The man's car I chopped off his head was still parked in front of the house. I was confused I should have used that car. Ah, let me think about it tomorrow. Most importantly tonight I have to clean up the bloodstained patches in my house.

The next morning someone knocked on the door. Who in the morning disturbs people to sleep? I was upset to open that door. I saw two men in front of me. One of them greeted me with a friendly smile.

“With Mr Heri?”

“Iya my own, what is it?” askaku.

“We want to buy a painting of the father. I heard you are a great painter in this area.”

“Oh, yes, please come in,” I let them in.

The two of them entered while looking at my house.

“The painting is in this room, Sir,” I said as I opened the room door.

They're coming into my gallery. Their faces seemed amazed to see my collection of paintings. And all of a sudden they stepped on the ceramics that I haven't had time to cement yet.

“Wah the ceramic is broken yes, sir?” ask one of them.

“Yes, I haven't done it yet, sir. Which painting would you like to buy?”

They look confused.

“Please!”

“Whose voice is it, Sir?”

Shit, it must be Jason. His voice sounded all the way to this room.

Murder in the Morning

“That's someone asking for help,” says skinny guy.

“Who is it?” I pretended not to know.

“The voice from this direction,” curly-haired man came out of the room and pointed at the kitchen.

“Iya, right from the kitchen,” I confirmed.

“I haven't been home for a week, sir. There's business out of town. No one enters my house, yes,” I said. Their faces were not suspicious at all.

“Try us check,” invite skinny guy.

We also went to the kitchen. Damn I forgot to cover the triplex with ceramics.

“The voice from down here,” skinny guy pointed at that triplex.

“There's a basement huh, sir?” ask the curly man. He seems to be getting suspicious.

“There, Sir. Let's check yuk. One person followed me into,”. I opened the triplex.

The skinny guy came in with me into that hole. Arriving at the basement, I followed him from behind.

“Please!” Jason cried for help.

“There's a little boy, Mr. Heri!” when the skinny man looked at me, I hit him with a crowbar.

Instantly he sprawled. Both of his eyes were glaring. His breath stuck in his throat, he was dying. His body was moving like a cockroach that had just been killed.

“Please..!” hearing the sound of the blow, Jason yelled even more.

I smiled thinly while wiping the blood that had just spurt into my forehead. I looked up at the stairs. There's one more person there. I heard him calling his friend. I'll go to the surface immediately.

He hurried down. I was waiting for him and was ready to hit him in the head with a crowbar.

“Where is his little boy?” ask him while looking at me.

Unfortunately when I hit the crowbar, he managed to dodge and then lunged at my body. We were both down.

“Stat! What the fuck?” he snapped, while embracing my body very strongly. Meanwhile, Jason kept shouting for help.

I'm raging. My right hand reached for the crowbar lying not far from me. With great difficulty, I managed to grab that crowbar. Then, in a lying position I curl his back neck. He seemed to have trouble breathing.

“Death to you!” I shouted while laughing.

Sweat drenched my face. As powerful as I clenched his back neck. Then he hit my ear with his fist. My right ear was buzzing. He managed to take off the crowbar. Several times the man hit me in the face with his fist.

Now the crowbar is in his hand. When he was about to hit me with the tip of the crowbar, I managed to sniff and then I kicked his stomach. The man fell. Immediately I reached the crowbar and stuck the tip of the crowbar right in his stomach. He was dying and dying instantly.

His friend was still dying. He looked at me, his body stiff as a person who had a stroke. I squatted down and looked at her face which was like enduring pain. Lips vibrate. I know he wants to say something, but he can't. I don't want to kill him, let him feel the pain of dying.

“We're safe, Jason. Dad killed them all,” I approached Jason who was curled up in the corner of the room crying.

“Let's move to the room,” I pull his arm. But, it seems that my son cannot stand. He looks limp and pale. Yes, he has not eaten since yesterday.

“Wait here yes. Dad wants to find food first for you.”

I'm going to the surface. I closed the hole again with a triplex and pressed it with a closet so Jason wouldn't run away. I'm gonna cook instant noodles for Jason. That's so sorry my son. He must be starving.

Today, I will also paint. There's two new bodies I can make models of. It seems my work will be very good. Hahaha.. hasn't my work always been good?

Efforts to Escape

This morning's menu is Instant noodles and cow's eye eggs. I played the song 'In Your Face I saw the Moon' by Ismail Marzuki. The song reminds me of the good times with my beloved wife. After everything was done, I took the food to the basement. I carefully went down the stairs so that the food would not spill.

As I was about to feed Jason, I suddenly heard someone knocking on the door and calling my name. Goddamnit! Who else is it? Lots of guests this morning! I placed the food in front of Jason who was still curled up in the corner of the room. His body was shivering, his face was also pale. That's so sorry my son.

I'll go to the surface immediately. From behind the window I saw a man in formal clothes. He might be an officer from the district. As much as I could put on a friendly face and I opened the door. The man smiled kindly at me. He was wearing a sign that read 'Asep' and I immediately called him.

"Good morning Mr. Asep. What's the need?" ask me while smiling.

His forehead immediately wrinkled, he seemed to see something strange to me.

"There was blood on my face" he pointed at my face.

"Oh.. hahaha, cut the chicken. Today I'm cooking chicken sir," I rubbed my face with my sleeves.

"Oh so. Maap interfered with Heri's time. Introduce me, Burhan. I came here to ask about my father's house," he said.

"Ask what sir?"

"The father's house is there a lease?"

"Yesterday there was, but now the guy who rented my house has moved. Why yes sir?" ask again.

"So gini Mr. Heri. There was my brother who wanted to rent my father's house" the man said.

"Hm.., so yeah. Come in first sir let's have a good conversation," I let him sit on the sofa.

"How long will you rent sir?"

"Less than a year."

"May sir, about when do you want to start the lease?" my many.

"Next week. My brother has a family and two children. How much is the rent for a year, sir?"

"15 million, sir," I replied.

"Well, I'll inform my brother, sir," he said.

"Yes Sir. In a moment, yes," I took a piece of paper and a pen and wrote my phone number on the paper and handed it over.

"This is my phone number, sir. Just call me yes" I said.

"Good Sir. If so I say yes," he said as he moved out of the house.

I drove him to the front door. Before he left, the man commented on the car parked in my yard.

"Wah Mr. Heri has a car with a Bandung number plate, yes" he noticed the car.

"Oh yes, I bought it a few weeks ago from Bandung people."

"It's cool sir" he said as he turned on the engine.

I just smiled, if only he had dared to fuck I would have killed him. After that I went back to the basement. Unfortunately Jason did not want to eat, his body was getting sluggish. I'm afraid he's sick.

"Are you sick, son?" I touched his forehead.

Jason did not answer, his eyes looking at me. The look was sharp as if it was about to kill me.

"Dad said eat! If you don't eat, you'll die!" I stuffed his mouth. She was crying.

Because I did not have the heart, I also returned to soften.

"Prepare dad yes. I don't want you to get sick" I said, stroking the grafts. She kept crying.

Oh I forgot, the man I just hit his head on, is he dead? I checked the man lying on the floor, it seems he's still alive. His chest goes up and down, he's still dying. Ah he, I have an idea. All this time I've only painted dead people and never painted dying ones. This will be my first experience.

I leaned the man against the wall, his eyes flickering. I hope he doesn't die. I slowly began painting his face. The man's head is tilted like a person with a stroke.

While painting, suddenly someone hit my head from behind with a rusty object. I was immediately on the floor. Shortly before he was unconscious, I saw Jason climbing the stairs. Damn it turns out he was just pretending I was

The horror story of the next Angker Contract.