
Category: Fiction Fantasy Short stories
Title: Black Stain
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Lucia had at times tried to close her eyes, but it seemed like drowsiness was not trying to attack her. He tried to play with his phone thinking he was going to fall asleep, because usually so. But this time altogether another story, playing mobile phone instead makes his eyes wider. Because playing the phone failed miserably he decided to try counting sheep in his mind. Until the count of a hundred not the drowsiness that he gets even sweat that pours from his eel.
“Susah”
His eyes flickering in the darkness of the room. His ears tried to catch the sounds of the night, but he heard nothing at all. Actually, Lucia was not used to sleeping with the lights off, but tonight she had to turn off the lights. There was a sight that made him uneasy in his heart when the lights were on. “Alright I give up deh” thought he and started shuffling from bed trying to reach for the light switch. Her tang fumbled slowly but surely she was finally able to find him.
“KLIK”
A faint hint of a fluffy smile appeared on her beautiful face.But the smile slowly disappeared, as something was seen again. A black stain was painted on the ceiling of his room. Although he knew it might just be a rain water seepage but the stain made the heart unpleasant. It looks creepy with its dirty color and yellowish black.
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Painting it though trivial but actually requires thoroughness. The painter must really be able to clean the appropriate paint and work with the right procedures. If all that is not fulfilled the paint will easily peel off. All the work is not easy even though it is just painting.
Today I was commissioned by a housewife to paint the ceiling of her daughter's room. Seperi usually I rub first with sandpaper to clean it before it is painted.
“Susah”
This stain is very difficult for me to clean. Did I just paint it? but it will be easy to peel later. Finally I chose to use gasoline might be lost. My feet started to step down from the stairs because it seemed like I was carrying gasoline in my tool bag.
“KLIK”
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My hand pressed my pen long enough and slowly came out with a lot of ink in my notebook. A black stain had appeared, my eyes noticed the stain and I pensively. Don't-don't?.
“Susah”
Surely my record behind it can be contained. My hand began to turn his head and it turned out to be true my guess.It turns out that my actions became a bombardment for me. But my head soon forgot about the note, because I remembered a story about a stain. It was a stain that appeared on the ceiling of a teenage girl's room.
This story was told by one of my cousins from Sumatra. There this story is quite famous and talked about from the mouth. One day a black stain appeared in the room of a teenage girl. He was annoyed by it and whined to his parents to repaint the ceiling of his room. But the so-called painter did not finish his work even in just running away his work without saying anything. Finally that night he was forced to sleep with a black stain that was still clearly visible on the ceiling of his room.
As she got used to it, the girl did not care anymore about the stains plastered on the ceiling of her room. He was already used to sleeping looking at that black stained ceiling. But this did not last long because one day when he woke up from his sleep the stain had disappeared from the ceiling of his room. It astonished him but he did not bother about it.
Until one day…..
After hours of exercise when the girl was in the dressing room with her friends. There was a loud scream, you know who was screaming and because what?. The scream came from his friends, seeing something on the girl's back. Yes, a black stain was painted on his back and a pale face from the stain was embossed and smiled at them.
“KLIK”
I closed my pen from my hand tempted again to make a black stain on the notebook. Seeing that stain makes me goosebumps now. Maybe many people are always busy thinking to remove a stain but do not think at all.
Where did the stain come from?