Ghost Villa

The Contract of the Enchanted

Special Gift on My Birthday

I managed to escape from Mr. Heri's house. Fortunately, the door to the house was not locked. With the rest of the energy, I ran to the residential residents to ask for help. The people there did not want to be rash, they immediately called the police, while I was taken to the hospital.

Surprisingly, according to local stories, when police ambushed Mr. Heri's house. That bastard is no longer home. Though I saw with my own eyes that Mr. Heri collapsed after I hit with a hard object.

I told the police everything I saw in the house. And they managed to find human bodies buried under the floor and yard of the house, while Mr. Heri was fugitive. No one knows where he is now.

Mr. Heri's house was burned down by the people. They were furious with the sadistic murder case committed by Mr. Heri. Now the house is flat on the ground. The basement is still there. Residents said, the basement became very haunted. They often heard female screams from the hole. As it was unsettling, eventually the hole was rinsed with soil.

I really don't think, where did Mr Heri run? For years, the case has remained a mystery. Many have speculated that Mr. Heri was brought by a subtle creature to the jinn realm. I personally don't believe in that.

I'm sure as of now, Mr. Heri is alive. But where is he? I really want to kill him. Over the years, I've been trying to find the whereabouts of that bastard and it didn't pay off at all.

On my 29th birthday, I celebrated with my wife and two children at home. I also invited some of my office staff. I have a family now and am a successful businessman. But still, there is something in my life. Terrible childhood events make fret. Maybe if I managed to kill that bastard, my life would calm down.

"Let's get Mr. Jason to blow out the candles" said my staff with a friendly smile.

"Yes Pah let's blow it. Read the prayer first yes," my wife touched my shoulder.

My daydream broke and I immediately picked up my birthday cake candle. They applauded, my wife and son hugged me. Not long after that someone pushed my doorbell. It must have been my friends who were late.

But my guess is wrong. There was no one there, I just found a rectangular parcel like a large picture frame wrapped in newsprint.

I opened the parcel. It turned out to be a painting. Sososk in the painting really surprised me because there was myself in the painting who was tied to a chair while crying. There was also the body of the murdered mother, and the father whose head rested on the mother's lap. I remember very well when Mr. Heri painted us.

Who sent this painting? I ran to the yard, looking for the sender of the painting. However, there was absolutely no one in my yard. I opened the gate, again in front of my house was also deserted. How strange!

"Why Dad?" ask wife. He panicked too.

I didn't chim in and checked the painting straight back out. Just below the painting was a very small piece of writing, but I could still read it.

'Happy birthday to my beloved son. Greetings from your father.'

Herr

That bastard was still alive and all this time he's been stalking me.

FINISHED

Mysterious Phone

I walked through a dark alley without any light. The raindrops still falling accompanied my progressively weaker steps. Chilly. Slender. And stuffy. Rubbish rises on the right and left of this road. The foul aroma stung my nose and successfully made me nauseous about to vomit.

I'm speeding up the pace. Soon I came out of this disgusting alley in town. Kulrik. 23:12 WIB. Apparently it was late at night and the atmosphere on this road was somehow not as usual, quiet and quiet. There were only a few vehicles passing by making the road atmosphere a little less frightening. The spoiled rain is roaring the earth.

The night wind made my bones freeze. I'm twinging. Almost twenty minutes I waited for a taxi on this sidewalk, but it has not shown results. Reducing the time, I decided to walk a few steps and hoped there was a taxi ahead. Yeah, I hope so.

Deng.ting...ting. I heard the tone of one message squeaking from the phone in my bag. I unzipped the bag, I took out my HP and I read the message.

“ You where, dear...?” Ferdi Sender. I didn't reply, just put that HP back in his blanket. After a while I heard my HP squeak. Still a message from Ferdi.

For some reason, these tears fell on their own. I can't call him anymore. It's the same way I'm gonna hurt my best friend's feelings later, Maya. Let me give in, as long as Ferdi is happy. After all, Maya was indeed more deserving of him.

God, I can't see my best friend hurt, I want to make her happy while she's experiencing the pain of losing both her parents. Maya, I'm letting Ferdi go for you. May you be happy.

In room. I sat staring at the condensed glass window. Enjoy a cup of hot chocolate with a slashed heart and tears as a complement. Honestly, I haven't seen the truth. Everything is like a dream. When Maya came to me, crying and talking that she loved Ferdi so much and wanted to have him, it broke my heart. How broken my heart is.

"Rin, I love Ferdi. Only he understands me now. Do you think that's natural? I need your advice, Rin. I love her so much." sizzled Maya while crying and complained all her complaints to me.

I was crying too. Sad that Maya didn't or may not have known, that Ferdi and I were officially dating a month ago. And the plan, at the end of January 2013, we will discuss the issue of this relationship with both families, further.

But she, I mean Maya, couldn't possibly have known everything. His heart will be broken to pieces. All this time he loved Ferdi very much, but Ferdi said he loved me more. Then, how should I? Talking honestly to Maya and seeing her back in the hospital. Or shut it all down, and then I'll be sick?

I'm dizzy. I'm back to sipping this screw-up for this hot chocolate screw. My eyes were staring at the dark sky. The mercury lamp across the street clearly showed its jovial drizzling points descending from the sky. The atmosphere of shahdu felt bland in my eyes. I'm pilu.

Unintentionally, I saw this room dim and dark. I don't know if I'm the one who's bad. A fishy smell instantly came filling this room. Groans and grunts were heard occasionally blaring in my room. Suddenly I was surprised. I fear.

I went out of the room looking for mom and dad. Also my brother Hasan. But, they don't exist. Where the hell did it go? Didn't I go home Daddy opened the door? And this hot chocolate made by Mom? Hasan borrowed my school book? But where are they now? Bizarrely.

Tulilyllilit. The phone in the living room rang. I stepped closer. Who knows Dad, or Mom or Hasan. I'll lift.

“Halo.?” sweep me first.

“…. “

Silent.

“Halooo...?!” both my eyebrows were fused. Bizarrely. Who these nights fad about people. After I put the phone down, I stepped back into the room. Continuing to mourn.

Tulilyllilit. For the second time, the phone in the living room rang. I paused my intention to step up, I picked up the fucking phone.

“ Hello... This who?” I try to be patient.

Still quiet.

“ Sorry, who is this with? And there needs to be what?” ask again.

“ …. “

“ Here you guys well – my thoughts are Dad, Mom and Hasan pranking me – a prank?”

Just the sound of wind in a room.

“ Not funny. I'm not scared. Keep bothering me, until you're satisfied!” close me and step into the room. I lay on the bed. My eyes closed. And I don't know since when, this neck hurts. So pain. When I held it, there was blood on my hands. Holy jeez?! What happened to my neck?

In the living room, I took P3K city. I rubbed the neck that I suspected in biting insects with red medicine and aromatic oil therapy. After that I rested in front of the TV. Lying waiting for them to come. Presumably Father, Mother and Hasan came out without saying goodbye to me.

Tulilylite. My eyes opened after a moment of hearing the phone call. I don't care about it. I'm sure, they pranked me. I don't want to be disturbed. I feel this neck getting sicker.

Tulilylite.

“ Dih! Just be careful if it is them..” I approached the phone.

“ Halooo, who is this with? Why not talk from now on? Helloooo?” lirihku surrender. The atmosphere across there, silent and silent. No one's saying. I shook my head.

“Sorry yes, if you don't want to talk don't phone. Bother!”

Praaakk.

I dropped the phone, then went back to lying on the couch.

Tulilylite. I glanced for a moment. Then close your eyes. Don't care.

Tulilylite. My ears seemed to be widening hearing that voice. Again I don't care.

Tulilylite. The phone sounds forced. My eyes were closed but my ears were stoned. Dizziness, ringing and pain piercing the eardrum. Devil's phone!

“Halo! Uh, if you want a phone call, don't talk like this. What's the need? And who do you want to talk to? Don't just shut up. Satan!” i'm sloppy.

Out of control. These roaring emotions mixed with wounds in the heart. When my heart was disappointed, it was as if someone wanted to add to the wound. I heard a soft voice across there. Slowly the voice became clearer. I'm aghast. I watched carefully for that voice. Yes, a woman cries with a groan full of regret. Wh-who's she?

“Halooo…? this who? why cry?” lirih.

“Huhuuuu..to-tooolooonnng..

“Please?! What please?” even though I don't know who that guy is. I try to empathize or just make small talk.

“I'm sorry..” his prank is crying.

“Sorry? Why…? What have you done.?”

“Huhuuuu. Saaakiiiiiit...”.

Hearing that voice, I was immediately shocked as if I also felt the pain that the woman was experiencing. He suffered so much as it seems. But why him? Wh who? Over where?

“Sorry, it's already night. I can't get out, so, I can't help.”

“I'm in your room. Now...!”

Praaaaongg!

I was surprised. There was a loud noise in my room. I immediately ran to the second floor. Open the door to my room slowly. From behind the door, I heard the voice of a woman screaming in pain. My heart is beating fast. My nada broke up. This blood is flowing.

Kreeek. This door is open too.

“Astagahh?!” when I scream. A convulsing woman endured the pain as her neck hung above the ceiling of the room. Blood is everywhere. Fishy smell stings. From his left hand, I saw that the wrist was almost severed. What surprised me more was. Turns out, that woman was me.

(Out).