Spooky Story

Women On The Terrace Home #1

The woman was seen again..

Sitting as usual, facing forward looking into the courtyard of the house. Sitting alone on a rocking chair made of rattan placed on the front porch. Rarely do I see him accompanied by others, almost always alone.

The more days I saw him, his body grew thinner with a deathly pale face, his lips blackened, his two sunken eyes looked luminous. I guess, if the woman was in prolonged illness.

But even so, he still tried to smile kindly when he saw me through front of his house. Slowed down the bike, and I smiled back.

After passing through his house, I continued on my way to the house of one of the classmates, Henri his name.

I don't know the woman, but I think she's almost the same age as my mother.

The house where he lived was not too far from school, but not in the path I used to go and go home from school.

Houses with 70/80s models, almost all of which are painted white. The road in it is wide enough but very quiet, there are rarely cars or motorcycles that pass, so often I can spur the pace of the favorite BMX silver bike quickly.

Large trees stand firmly on the right and left sides of the road, making the residential atmosphere a bit shady even though the sunlight is quite stinging.

The entrance of the housing was only marked by an old and rusty iron portal, and I never saw it closed.

Rarely did I see the inhabitants of the big houses wandering outside the house around the complex, I also never saw any security guards or hansip who went around maintaining security. In essence, this housing complex is very quiet, like uninhabited housing.

The creepy housing..

To be sure, I had to go in and through this housing when I was heading to Henri's house. There are alternative paths, but going to rotate further, will take more time.