Short Story (Cerpen)
Tortured In Death
Category: Ghost Horror Short story
Title: Tortured In Death
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A bright day for a quiet soul.I let the song peterpan play on my weapon.Today is indeed delicious with a glass of warm coffee, on this old veranda I let the birds sing, the leaves dance, the leaves dance, in the distance a few meters from me, it was clear that the sun was starting to set a beautiful smile, hitting the crowd who witnessed the sadistic murder that now hit a young girl, in the old house, he said, his body was cut into pieces with his head gaping in half. It's been 5 times since I've been here.
As far as the house used to be a hotel, but often used as a gathering of young couples, the couple went to live in a beautiful house without guilt, finally the place was burned down by residents, No one survived that night, no one survived that night, 10 People died of which 2 twins and their mother who was pregnant. And that's what the demons, according to my father Zahroni's story, are often kicked out, ah. I don't know if I don't blind him myself where I know the truth. Just imagine my nose feathers vibrate standing up. what else for children to try, ndak yao..?
One night I came home from the office and as I passed by the haunted house, I heard a woman crying for help, her voice was like a wailing sinden, and there was a crying baby, howling in the footsteps that run, I don't know, I'm not sure myself about my hearing, but there has been a lot of killing, maybe residents who are interested and curious about the sound there, but there, enter and finally their souls never return home. “obviously my father at length while continuing to paint the woman in front of him. Every day staring at the photo and painting it repeatedly.
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Haah... are you not wrong to take Dad there?, I do not want..! Forget about Intan, don't make me angry at your behavior..!
Zahroni, that middle-aged man my father is indeed grumpy, thin mustache with his mustache like a root of ketek, long and long, of course, he is indeed rarely taking care of himself, since my mother. My mother is gone
“father please... Well..this is my Birthday.!” I was a little pushy by pointing to the calendar, including birthdays as an excuse, “if Intan wants to die. checkmate.. please my father said Zahroni while smoking his cigarette deeply.
“ayah knows ga.. there tuh. said there is a beautiful woman lo, and there are also twins if they died in the past they were small, surely now they already....” “what is it…? It was already a year ago.” My father cut my talk.
I'm very curious, very curious, but when I enter the house it's the same as if I killed myself. If with my father, it means I have a chance.. #what opportunity?… @opportunity escape. :-p.
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I read the old house again, from the second floor, it looks clearly haunted, without Light, although several times I saw the light of the lantern, and like a shadow on the glass looking at me, I don't know, lonely, quiet, quiet, smiley smiley. just creepy. Moreover, the building that reot former burned.
I pull my curtains, look for a moment in the view of the house, “let them laugh wildly, I told you in the house it was haunted no one believed it, already 5 people died in total with last week, “Intan still want to go there.?” my father appeared out of nowhere, I'm sure he also wanted to go there, maybe his fear was too great, let his courage die stepped on. “ia father, I beg you.!” I said weld
“Have forgotten your empty imagination... or you die.!” my father turned to the living room while grabbing a brush and continued his drawing hobby. My father was a painter, in the corner of the room is always decorated with landscape paintings, and the face of women's images, maybe my father was a playboy.
I looked at a painting of a woman in a red hood above my room.
his face seemed to blend with mine, I lyricized myself in the glass, there is little in common, the nose of the eye, maybe I was too fantasized. From here I can see my father was looking at the painting of his work. looking at every detail
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The clink of the clock ticked along with my pulse, eyes could not be closed, there were hundreds or even thousands of questions, curiosity about the haunted house.I smiled grabbed a flashlight and put on a jacket and slipped away, leaving my father who was still busy painting with cigarettes playing on his lips
Ah shit seems to want rain, why horror stories are always raining, this sucks indeed, the old sky looks pitch black, and lightning starts to show its anger, snatching up a tree, falling down, I lyrics watch on hand. 22:25 wib. “more night, I have no choice father..”
I stood in front of the fence, my feelings whipped, my heart breaking between yes or not. It or not. Difficult choices especially me including a coward, but the curiosity is so great to make my heart beat faster.
I slowly opened the gate, stepped slowly withstanding the thousands of turmoil, the weeds seemed to add to the aroma, I sat my feathers began to stand up, like there were eyes looking at me, maybe just my feelings, maybe just my feelings, weeds grew everywhere, buildings two floors, the wood was still good even though there were burn marks, the walls were blackened, and it was pitch black, obviously, the light of the lights was invisible, he said, only a fool ready to die would dare to disturb this residence. I'm the one, but I'm inside. Just open the door and get in…
I stood in front of the door, slowly opening. Ah.. shit locked.. I had to dim my curiosity and turn home, just a few steps I heard the door open by myself, I held my heart increasingly revolted, I turned around and the door was open, and the door was open, I stepped in and looked around me with an old flashlight in my hand.I was shocked, almost felled, I heard the door shut itself, rather on the floor, a light passed behind me, so fast, I heard the door closed, in the footsteps, the sound of a mouse running, I fell silent, my courage was gone, a 12-year-old boy was standing right in front of me, his head lowered. his mouth came out blood and he started talking to himself.
Emptiness is emptiness and stillness confined.imprisoned in solitude, it is cold here.help me…
Suddenly my mouth was closed by something from behind, making me rebel with all my might, I saw the figure in front of me disappear, the shadow behind me dragged me. finally he let go of his hand, “Dad.!”.
“have I said here is not safe, there must be something you saw earlier, until you stand motionless, everyone who has entered here can not get out.. Now we are stuck.!” my father looked scared, sweat started falling from his cheeks.
“then why did you come here?, I'm sorry dad.I was just curious, then now how..?” I said I was getting scared. The sound of people laughing from above the ceiling, I squeezed my father's hand strong, feeling very cold by sweat.
My shoulders felt heavy like something was riding on them, there was a flash of light running through the room,
like little children running and laughing, me and my father walked slowly to check the sound of crying from behind the wall, “emmmhhhh was only the sound of hp.?” I said a little calmly looking at a phone that was lit up in the dark of the night.
Suddenly my father stopped and sang.
Emptiness is emptiness and stillness confined.imprisoned in silence, it is cold here.help me…
“father why...?” yelling again, while trying to take my hand off, my eyes look red, his body filled with bright light, while continuing to chatter strangely, with words that I do not understand. I ran to hide in a room.
the sound of a mouse running past my feet.
I felt something twitching in my body, I could feel the touch, the wild palpation in my body, up the thighs. (on the sensor.) and my neck…
I took a deep breath, My father walked slowly like a possessed person while continuing to call my name.
Emptiness is emptiness and stillness confined.imprisoned in silence, it is cold here, help me…
Intan tolooong me…?
it sounded like the sound of my own closed room door, I was locked in a room, a shabby bed, there were broken glass and, like, rocks.
“God tolooong my soul..!” I said hold my breath. The figure of the little boy's body was standing right in front of me…
still with his head down, I could see his broken face and tears of blood seeping through his rough cheeks.he raised his hand slowly and with a trembling body he pointed at me.
It feels like there's warm liquid passing through my thighs. I pee in my pants.
my body is motionless.my mouth is twisted, my eyes glare unblinkingly.
Walking slowly, I wanted to run, or rather faint, what my day was, I did not have that much strength to move, slowly he approached, gently kissed my lips, I could feel the smell piercing, I could feel it, slashing my body, both of his hands held my head, like heat burning my brain, and white light struck.
I fell and the light took me away.
“sayang how the photo is good right?” a man asked for the opinion of the woman who had been massaging him from behind, while the man continued to paint and smoke his cigarette. I've seen that painting, the one my father looked up to,
“sayang not important the painting, good news.i ha. aa... miiii.. l...!” the woman whispered slowly in the man's ears, while stroking his distended stomach.
the man did not continue his scratch, for a moment he fell silent and turned his face. “are you sure dear.?” the man smiled and gently kissed the woman's lips, caressing the woman's stomach.
With a warm smile he stuck a knife that had been hidden in his hand.
“Just die you Devil... garbage.!. I don't want to have children from you.! Chick bitch...!” the man smiled and began to cry looking at his now lifeless woman.Suddenly the eyes of the dead woman glared.
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I faltered in shock and realized, looking around the dark.only my flashlight was still shining.
my head felt dizzy.dj's voice was singing music.I came out with an old flashlight, staring at people who were cool on the dance floor.
Music hypnotizes them. And the sound of music suddenly became a shout, a wail, a molotov cocktail was heard, the fire was growing elongated, the voice of a hysterical man was running. Out there, people were standing with torches, throwing feels innocent.
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Like a thousand lights running and I came to my senses with a broken face poking at my lips, the boy let go of his kiss and chuckled at something. I heard my father, calling my name from a room, I grabbed a baseball bat next to me, slowly walking towards the second floor, where from this the voice of people singing and chanting the voice of silence, full of pain, full of lamentations, like howling of night animals fetch asa. I slowly climbed up the stairs, the stairs getting higher,
My father is standing, staring at something in front of him. “just die you.. how are you.. are you cold. are you satisfied with my service.” My father cried over something in bed, like a woman in a white dress, dressed up neatly.
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I let go of the stick in my hand.I faintly saw something climb my body, wrapped around me like an octopus, my shoulders felt heavy, like thousands of tons hit. And the boy laughed and sat down on my shoulder. It turned out that he was the reason I felt my shoulder would break.
While my body cannot move.
boy smiled wickedly, showing off his uneven teeth, his broken face made me nauseous and Want to vomit. “hey.. who is there.. is that you Intan..? Take it easy father will not kill you. Come here. we enjoy tonight with my daughter's wine.. hahahahaha..” My father walked slowly down, a few steps ahead of me, somehow he did not see me, my father, his daughter who is now almost dead by a subtle creature on his shoulders.
“Intaaaaaaan... where are you…? This is dad son..?” my father called me back, from the shakes of his voice full of anxiety, fear.
he looked for me around the hallway, I slowly walked beyond my logic and will, I almost crawled because of the burden on my shoulders, to the edge of the bed. I can see a woman who fell asleep quietly. her face was very beautiful, looked wrinkled covered in fine powder, but did not disturb her beauty, stiffened in a long sleep, I knew her, knew her very well, knew her, the picture on the painting my father looked at, every second, every time.
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I was aghast at the figure that appeared suddenly in front of me, The woman with the lantern in hand, everything was black, her clothes were black, her feet were invisible on the ground.
His smile spewed wildly and. and. his body trembled violently.
His eyes were blood, he pointed at me, precisely the figure on the bed. Eyes lit. And.. before I realized what happened…?
an object hit my head.
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I don't know how long I've been asleep.I'm tied to a chain on the edge of the bed, on top of that of course the woman who has lost her life, she said, on the edge of the little boy's vague bed lamenting his mother, many times he tried to caress his mother's cheek, but what a force, his hand only touched an endless void, he said,
Emptiness is emptiness and stillness confined.imprisoned in silence, it is cold here.help me…
It turned out that the voice I had always heard since was the words of a child who longed for his mother's body, a gentle caress when he was cold, a certainty that he loved me.
“hahahaha... basic child does not know in profit.. I told you, do not come here. but you still force.. now you know everything... you know who he is..!” my father's voice was heard with a flashlight in hand, he purposely lit my face with a flashlight.
“it... it was a bad woman, she did deserve to die... before the fire.... she forced him to kill her…? Wrong yourself... who told you to force..?” my father stared as he licked my cheek. I faintly saw something appear behind him.
with a burning grudge, an object hit my father's head.it fell down, fell on my face, its head slipped on the bed, it fell,
“Zahroni…! Every night..every second, where only the coldness that I paddled in a quiet space and covered in dust..Who now laughs the last.??” the woman with the lantern, walking slowly disappeared. Blood flowed through my body, seeping mixed with sweat, my fast water, fused together.
A warm kiss I felt followed by a whisper..
Emptiness is emptiness and stillness confined.imprisoned in silence, it is cold here, help me.. Toooooolooooong bury my suit…
The voice slowly let go of his kiss and the light of my eyes was heavy.
I fainted. Woke up with a crowd of police sirens and gathered citizens. Finally the mystery that was forever sealed from the outside world, slowly revealed its light
The haunted house was dismantled for good, the corpse that slept long there was buried properly.
Since now changing nights I am not calm, like a person who has no mind, here is very quiet, both my hands are fixed on the wood and only a small hole for me to see the rest of the meal yesterday.
“tolllloooooong I'm not crazy.
I screamed in revolt trying to take off the chains that bound my body.
