PAMAL

Your story

A year ago I returned to my old house, the day I passed just busy myself taking care of the house

Tired of it but what is the power to go out of the house looking for a job father still does not allow me especially I only capitalize on a high school diploma is very difficult to find a job in a big city plus "They" salalu bothers me every time I get out of the house,

It's still clear in my memory when the incident on the market a few months ago when I was shopping in the market "they" disturbed me by tangling in my body

People look at me strangely as I try to escape from "them"

Maybe not even a few of them think I'm g*la

That's why it makes me stamped out of the house even for home purposes alone forced father who always shop.

"Oh Allah until when is this going on" I looked in the picture of the three of us hanging in the guest room

Before my mother died I never had this kind of disorder I was still free to go out wherever I wanted even though I could see them but not very rarely did they bother me,

Usually they only see me from a distance even if they want to communicate with me they do not show a terrible form.

As I was engrossed in my distant mind, I heard the cry of a child

I snorted annoyedly at the sound of her crying "he must be that child again" I muttered

I took a step back to the room to see the little boy, now I am not afraid of him anymore even now I think of him as a friend .

I opened the door to the room "What else? " i asked the figure of a small ghost who sat crouching beside the mattress

"Please" he said, looking me in the eye

"Sir, I can't help you, go there" I replied as I swung her hand away

"Please, help me" he said again

I slowly approached the little creature, squatting down to be on a level with it I looked at the pale face that was always in my room if he wanted to even a little disturbing actually.

"What exactly do you want? "many of me really

"Please? "he nodded to me "What can I help you with? " many

I stared in wonder as his hands rolled towards my head, I felt his cold hands touching my head "What are you la-" I can't continue my question

When the arrival of a shadow of the incident that was cut into pieces revolved in my brain

The first shadow I saw a little boy playing in front of a cottage surrounded by rice fields was seen two adults approach him and smother him from behind

The boy tried to escape but he lost strongly to the man who smothered him

The small body disappeared from my sight, until the shadow reappeared like I was in a different place

I noticed the place around a construction project site "what place is this "my mumble before long I heard a cry not far from me

I looked for where the voice came from I saw a little boy on the shoulder of a man dressed in shabbiness heading towards a hole and a man also following behind

I watched the little boy from his shirt to his size as if it was a little boy who had been following me for a year but I couldn't see his face

"Related this ?"ask the child

the other man nodded "believe me, I have a grudge with his brother's mother, so he also felt the pain of losing a child" he said steadily

"But ,"

"it's a quick throw let him fall into this building and "let the man tell his friend "wildly strong" he said again

My mouth was stuck not mixed to say hear the conversation of the two men, the two men, and I could only stand by as the body of the little boy, about five years old, floated in the bottom of the hole and crashed into the cold ground"

sayup I heard again the conversation of the two bi*d*b people was "Nobody saw it" he asked

"Nothing, quickly stack "answer the other one

I fixated on your tears I felt when I had returned to the room, the little boy was no longer seen after telling his sad story only I myself was sitting limp in the room.