Just a little break

The Horror Story of Palu Gada

Tonight is the same as the night before. I heard father and grandfather fighting again. This is the third time this week. I'm very angry if I get reprimanded by my grandfather.

Grandpa did not rebuke him without reason. That's because my father was unemployed and drunk. My mother who has been working to help support our family. It was also still often hit by his nagging and slapping.

Grandfather often asked mother to divorce my father, because he felt he was a useless man. My mother often rejected it. I wish my husband would be a good man again. Promise she will help her husband, to be able to rise from the slump. Because his company is bankrupt.

But what to say. It's been almost three years that my father has been like that. He turned, who had once been proud, into disgusting. Even in these few weeks. I've been reluctant to talk to him.

I slept for a while in my cramped, cramped room, where every torrential rain had an outside incantation. Dry esophagus. Thirst is like choking me. I came out of the room to drink water downstairs.

I slowly descended the stairs of my house. Only three rungs of the ladder. I felt like I heard a strange sound. The source is from the dining room. I slowly went down the stairs. He sounded like someone beating something.

Duaag. Bletakkp. Duaggs.

I peeked behind the curtains of the dining room. To see what's going on. God, I was really surprised to see what was going on. I saw my father beating someone.

He was far away from where I was peeping. His position is behind me. With the hammer he had. He beat someone with all his might. Duaag. Bletakkkp. Takks. Duggs.

Blood sometimes splashed onto his shirt and face. His splashes also hit our walls and dining table. As for my mother, she could only sit quietly in the dining chair not far from my father. He did not dare to look at what my father was doing. I just close my eyes and cry sometimes.

It was horrible what my father did. Then my big question is. Who was being beaten by my father? Or maybe. Oh, my God, it's not grandpa.

I shuddered in fear at the thought of that. Spontaneous steps I took a step back and nudged the tin of paint on the floor. Until it makes a sound. Gawat, I'm afraid I'm gonna get caught by dad.

I was looking for a place to hide, and I found nowhere other than the back of the bathroom door. I wish Dad couldn't find me here. I'll hide soon. Then I peeked out of the door slit. I found him looking for the source of the voice earlier. The sound that slightly disturbed his focus when he hit the body earlier.

From the slit of the door his face was filled with the blood of his victims. His eyes were not as warm as my father's eyes. The gaze I now saw was that of a demon, hateful and cruel.

The hammer he was wearing was still clasped in his hand. If he goes into this bathroom. I can only accept my fate. If I shut the door too, he'll be more suspicious.

But he didn't even get into this bathroom. He turned back and headed back to the dining room. This is my chance to escape from this house. I ran to the door too. But the door was locked, and I couldn't find the key either.

I heard the sound of footsteps approaching where I was standing. I hurriedly ran upstairs. Go inside my room and lock the door from the inside. Hoping that things would improve soon, I could get out of this house through my bedroom window. But it was raining very hard outside. The fog is thick tonight, I can barely see anything outside. How'this?

Whether I stay out or stay here until morning, and plan to run tomorrow. I noticed that my room was safe enough. I pushed my wardrobe slowly towards the door. So that if my father wanted to do anything, he couldn't easily open the door to my room.

In akhinrya, I fell asleep, and woke up in the morning. Thank goodness I am still alive. It's time to get out of this house. I saw the situation outside the house. Oh, my God, it's still raining. It even caused flooding. Ahh, what is that?

I looked out my bedroom window. Mom and Dad are out from the outside. Dad bought food and Mom followed behind him. I knew I should have gotten up earlier. Now I'm stuck in this house again.

“Tinaa, Tinaa!” peekik.

Father called? what was? then what am I supposed to do? I'm confused half dead. What attitude should I take. I finally did not answer his call, nor did I approach him.

Unexpected things happen. He knocked on my bedroom door gently and said, “Tina here you bring food and drink, because from last night you haven't eaten,” he said.

God, what is all this about? or maybe he wants to make me like a sacrificial animal. He gave me a lot of food first. Then I .. ahh, I'd better be here just in case. But, it cannot be denied. My stomach is hungry.

I finally pulled out the closet that was blocking my door. I opened the door, and I found a plate of fried rice with my favorite omelet. And warm milk and water beside it.

I gulped, and finally got out of control eating all these dishes. Without a care this poisoned what not. Because fried rice with warm omelet and warm milk in the morning. It's so hard to just walk through.

I ate it all, waiting for his reaction an hour later. The result is I am okay. It's weird what's going on in this house. Or was that last night all I saw was a dream. Or it could be my hallucinations.

But last night it was real. Yeah, this must be real. I can't find the answer myself. All right, I'm gonna ask mom and see what's really going on.

If indeed last night it was true that grandfather was killed by father. I should have shouted for help. Or maybe the love of a mother who has blinded her. Then, where'd you go Grandpa's body?

Better to be safer, I'll just get out of this house. I went to the front door, and it was locked. The keys aren't around this door either, I must have kept them. I force open the door not to open it either. I broke down, my shoulder hurt.

“Who's that on the door!?” shouting father.

I heard her footsteps slowly walking towards my place. Without thinking for a long moment I ran to the side. Intend to hide. I went into Mom's room. I intend to be in his closet. I opened the closet.

Brughs.

I haven't been able to get inside. From inside the closet there was a body that fell to the floor, and that was the figure of my mother. His head was full of blood and crumpled. Almost all over his body.

Tenryata .. The figure who last night beaten my father with a hammer mace to death was my mother. So who was sitting next to him last night, and who was following him? could it be his spirit?

I looked to the end of the room. I found a shadow like my mother. He stood up and looked at me. His face was half broken. His eyes popped out, his right jaw crooked, his ears incessantly spitting out blood. He said softly, “Go, Son!”

I was surprised to hear his words. I also stood up immediately. But then I wanted to leave. From the door came father carrying a hammer. His eyes turned red with anger, and he threw his hammer into my head.

Duagh.