The Shack

TG 11: One Question

The departure of Mr and Mrs Geraldo brought the family back into the villa. The greeting raindrops were suddenly so unstoppable that Papa Delana asked the children to have lunch first. Eating sessions held early hope to warm their hearts.

There was no chatter during lunch. Mama Bara, Mama Delano and Mama Cardwell made some simple menus that they can process because the villa keeper is still not back. This makes them work together to take care of the family.

"Darling, eat you a little." Mama Bara stared at Ale's plate containing only rice and grilled fish without vegetables. As soon as he took a bowl of mushroom broccoli stir-fry, "Eat this too, son. Vegetables are good for health." He put three spoons of vegetables on the princess' plate.

The attention of a real mother cannot be denied. Mama Bara also did the same to her three children. All must be fair even though it is not giving the same type of food because he knows children have different likes.

"Pa, what's in the woods is anyone left?" ask Ar as soon as he takes care of the plate.

Papa Bara frowned at the son's question. "Which forest? What does Ar mean behind the villa?"

"Yes, Pa. That's what I mean, if the forest that was this morning is clearly no occupants." said Ans confirmed.

Papa Delano only listened because he himself did not know what kind of children were in the forest. Even though the youngest is hard to tell everything. Still don't see it in person, so how will you comment?

Bara tried to remember the area around the villa that they chose as a shelter during the holidays of several days. In addition to the building with a modern design but looks ancient with a position surrounded by dense forest. Nothing else can be ascertained. Especially regarding the forest, then only the villa guards themselves could say.

"Papa doesn't know, Ar. We're here on vacation, not exploring nature, right? By the way why ask that? Did you guys see anything?" The look in his eyes looked at his son. He just did not want to be cheered but the one who was stared at shook his head so surely.

His steps must have been to walk closer to the back door of the villa carefully. An iron door with a rusty padlock became his goal. A sharp eye gaze with the appearance of being covered in a large hooded raincoat. The lightning flash reflected the glint of a sharp object clasped in the right hand.

A drop of red fell from the tip of the sharp object touching the ground. Step by step further erodes the distance until it reaches its destination. The key was as big as a thumb-headed doll. Then without much word open the lock. The sound of friction swallowed by the loudness of the rainwater spatter.

The padlock finally opened, he rushed to push the door that had not been visited for a long time. The dark room filled with dust. It felt very dirty but he did not care and kept the door closed from the inside. Then turn on the light by pressing the switch on the left side of the entrance.

The darkness ended showing the contents of the creepy room. Bed covered with shabby white curtains. The dressing table in the corner of the room with a cracked mirror, while the four walls have decorations that are not pleasant to look at. On the back of the bed are several statues in the shape of long hair heads.

The right side of the bed was decorated with sharp equipment such as saws, swords, machetes and others that looked rusty but the row of knives looked still shiny as if they had just been sharpened. While the left side of the wall of the bed contains a strange Latin inscription with a row of symbols forming a row of tombs.

His footsteps walked up to the bed to pull apart the shabby curtains to make the dust fly. The raincoat attached to the body was slowly released once it entered through the curtains. A knife fell to the floor as a sagging raincoat fell to the floor.

"At any time my son will be hi-dup ...," he said stammeringly staring at the body lying on the bed.