Spooky Story

Women On The Terrace Home #5

The house was quiet as usual, only the garden lights and porch lights were lit.

The \~ glass ball-shaped garden light refuted by an iron pole\~ was lit bright enough to illuminate the surroundings, while the porch light looks dim.

Inside the house there were no lights burning, it was pitch black.

But, the dim porch lights were enough for me to be able to see the atmosphere of the terrace, enough to help me to see if it turned out that the woman was there. Immediately I slowed down the pace of the bike, walking almost to a stop while watching it.

“It's late, why is Mom still sitting outside?” So I murmured in my heart.

The woman remained seated as usual, sitting on her swaying chair, which swayed slowly forward and backward.

Wearing a dark thin jacket, with a scarf wrapped around his neck.

“Be careful son, it's night.”

He suddenly greeted me in a soft voice, but it still sounded quite clear. Greeting with an expanding smile on his face.

“Iya Ma'am.”

I answered with a smile as well.

“That Mother's love, looks sick but the nights are still outside the house,” I murmured in my heart while continuing the journey, speeding up the bike to get home soon