The Various Kinds of Stories

Flash Fiction - 4

By Fandy.

Time shows at 19:45. I quickly packed my things and prepared to go home.

"Hey let's go home"

Someone said it surprised me from behind.

Without answering I immediately got out of my seat and stepped out of the office.

It appears that some office staff have left the parking lot to go home to each other. I don't need to go there because the distance from home to the office is only a few blocks away. So I can take it on foot.

After greeting and saying goodbye to friends at the office, I immediately went home.

I walked leisurely while enjoying the cold of the night. Why is it so cold tonight ? it's not usually this cold.

I decided to walk through a small alley to save my time.

This alley was so deserted that even a cat was nowhere to be seen. How else in an emergency. I mean the heavy drowsiness that struck.

Immediately stood my Roman feather, lost this troublesome curse.

Ehh what is this ??? I feel like something is going through behind me. It may be just the wind blowing.

I immediately continued on my journey which was only two blocks away.

Suddenly the wind blew strong, the sky was cloudy, the atmosphere instantly turned increasingly gripping, the cold pierced my skin and bones. I almost never wear a jacket and even today.

Upon arrival in front of the gate of my house, I caught a glimpse of someone leaning against a mango tree in front of the alley.

Maybe it was just my feeling. I immediately searched for the key in my bag. Heeii where my keys are, it looks like here this is him. I picked it up and opened the lock immediately.

Suddenly the key dropped and yes as you thought I picked it up and I accidentally saw a woman with no head right across the street. Wait a minute, so it's not just an illusion.

The woman approached by brandishing a large meat knife towards me. I was shaking in fear.

"Who are you ??? What do you want ??"

This sounds a little silly. Sure enough, that woman had no head where she could hear me.

His name is also a frightened person so yes it is like that...

The woman's steps are getting closer and ohhh.....

The knife went through my stomach to my back. Blood flowed so hard that it washed my whole body.

In the remains of my consciousness, I saw the woman. ohhhh, it turned out that it was just a horror costume and heii...

Riska ???

"Risc.. Why are you doing this ???"

"This is a reply because you broke me."

Riska said casually and licked the blood on her pocket.

Ohh, he's a psychopath.

I can only wait to pick up slowly. The pain deepened in my stomach and the blood stopped flowing.

So this is how it feels.....

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Liafarokha.

'Now, what should I do.'

I cried while walking down the graveyard-like, silent streets. My head started to get dizzy, I almost lost my consciousness.

"Hey, are you okay?"

I saw the man who was helping me vaguely, he led me into his car.

"Are you okay?"

The man gave me water, I don't know who the handsome man I'm with is. All I know is, he's very handsome, kind and polite.

"Thank you."

I got out of the car and continued on my way. I stepped without knowing my purpose, I completely lost my way.

"Can I help you, miss? where do you want to go?"

"Yes, I don't know where to go, my family kicked me out of the house."

The man approached me, I was silent. She invited me to come with her, I hesitated, but I was also confused. Alu Oun came with the handsome man.

"Don't be afraid, I just want to help you."

I saw clearly the beautiful smile on her lips, she was like an angel, her blue eyes were so calm, I felt at ease beside her. I don't know why, but he's so good to me that he just met.

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By KopiSenja's.

It was raining again tonight, and I was home alone because my parents were out of town for service. The situation was very supportive for me to go into the dream world. But I was busy exchanging messages with a man who was in a close relationship but not sure what it was.

Arriving outside the house I heard like there was a sound of people digging in the ground, when I peeked out of the window of the room turned out to be right in the yard there was someone who was digging the ground and damaging the flower garden owned by Mama.

I should have gone out to see who it was, but I was too scared. Because it was still drizzling outside and also very dark, on the back of the man's shirt I saw the name ‘Kevin’ written.

But how is it possible, whereas at the moment I'm still exchanging messages with Kevin. Then if it's Kevin, why would he be able to reply to my message without holding a cell phone?

I tapped on the window glass to make sure it was Kevin or not, but the guy didn't hear it.

Kevin told me that he was at home, but it was obviously Kevin's basketball shirt that he was very proud of.

But Kevin also said that his shirt was in the dirty laundry basket at his house. Now that I saw the man walking near my house, from my room I heard him break down the door to force his way in.

I immediately took out papa's gun, which was stored in my desk drawer, and hid in the bathroom.

I'm still texting Kevin about everything that's going on. Kevin was also very panicked, so Kevin decided to call the police to come home immediately.

I heard the footsteps of the man getting closer to my room, and he was like clawing at a wall, making a sound that made my hair stand up instantly.

Kevin said the police would be home in about half an hour, and Kevin gave me a crazy idea to bully the guy with the gun I was carrying.

“Come out.. I know you are hiding in the bathroom.” said the person from outside the bathroom door.

I could only cry while continuing to send messages for Kevin.

“Will this be my last day, if yes please help me apologize to my parents yes, Vin. I'm also sorry if I ever made a mistake with you.”

That's the message I sent to Kevin, I'm really scared right now. While Kevin was constantly sending me messages, it seemed like he was very worried about me. I also sent her a final message.

“So worried you're the same I am, Vin. Thank you yes! Can you come to my house tomorrow, I want to meet you!”