The next day, I called Sharold
telling that I wanted to go back to the house at around 7.30 pm. Like usual, Sharold
did not agree with my decision. He tried to prevent me from going by saying bad
things about the house. But it was meaningless.“It is fine, if you do not want to go
there, I can go there by myself”.
I kept with my decision. Sharold gave
up. He could not do anything and just followed me because he was worried about
my safety.
I sneaked out from my house at 7.00
pm without my mom’s knowing. I picked Sharold up at his house with my
motorcycle. 30 minutes later, we arrived there. We were searching for the man’s
existence or else we would be attacked by that monster again.
After we ensured that there was
nobody there, we started approaching the house.
SHHREEEKK…
I opened the door slowly. We walked
into the house and took a good look of the house .The smell was terrible until
we could not breath properly. We used our phones to ‘guide’ us because there
was no electricity in the house. The house became scarier at night. Sharold
seemed to be uncomfortable.
“Are you sure you want to continue
your plan? I can feel the danger” He said.
“Come on, don’t be a chicken, there
is nothing you have to worry about. I was just curious about this house, we
will get out from this house as soon as possible”. I said.
We continued investigating the house.
It was a bungalow. We began from the downstairs. There were a lot of old frames
hanged on the wall which attracted. There was one big family in that frame and
they seemed so happy. We had looked all over the rooms. We saw some of the
rooms had some blood marks on the walls and floors.
Suddenly, we could feel that all
hairs on our bodies stood on their ends.
20 minutes later, we found one room
that was hidden from the others. We walked into the room to know what was
inside. We saw a unique album at the middle of the desk. My heart was telling
me to open it. I slowly approached the table. Sharold tried to block my way.
“What are you doing, we have to get out from this house quickly .We had
done investigating this house “. Said Sharold .
“Can you just wait for a minute” I said.
I opened the album. We looked at the
photos carefully and we were shocked because the man in the photos was the same
person as the weird man who scolded us before. Then we saw a piece of newspaper
next to the album.
“New York, 1 April 1990-There were parents
who were murdered by their own son. The police believed that the victims were
eaten by their own son. However, the suspect managed to escape from the police.
The police were still looking for him” I read it out loud.
“Does that mean the man from yesterday is a
cannibal, a...a….and th….this..is..is his house?!” asked Sharold.
We were trembling with fears.
When we were about to go out from the
house and reached the front door, suddenly it was opened by someone.
SSHREEKK!!! SHRUUKKK!!!
TAP! TAP! TAP!
The footsteps became louder and louder.
Behind the door, we saw the man dragged someone with full of blood with a
shotgun in his right hand. We were frozen with terror. We tried hard not to make
any sound by covering our mouths with our hands.
Suddenly, in front of our eyes, we
saw the man was eating that person he brought. We became more shocked.
DUP! DUP! DUP!
Our hearts were beating so fast.
We took that opportunity to run away…
BUT!!!
-to be continued-
By: Dayana & Ulfa/2019
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