Abandoned House (True Story)
True Story - Opponent Or Friend: Indigo Part 3

With a cautious step, a sharp gaze staring at the row of stairs leading to the top floor, I stepped confidently.

The laughter from the group of humans who were hiding under this house, seamkin triggered my anger. I don't know why I feel so isolated in this house.

Until I finally arrived on the second floor, just one step I set foot in this room my hair simultaneously standing unbecoming.

This floor is so dark, even I hesitate to go deeper through the chunks of wood and blocks. There was only the light from the flash of lightning that struck, illuminating for a moment every corner of this room.

For a moment I was silent, these eyes were endlessly circulating with sharp gazes. I could feel if there was something watching me behind the darkness of space.

"You looking for me?"

The heartbeat seemed to stop instantly, my hair creeping fast—from the feet to the crown. Though I realize that figure is behind my shoulder. But why is it so hard to turn to the direction the sound is coming from.

Why is it so easy to find this creature, damn it!

I tried to calm down, set the breath that began to feel tight while remembering the sinister face of the little girl. So that I would no longer be surprised when I looked back at him.

"I know what you're thinking," again the voice of the little girl resounded clearly in my ear. "You want me to do something to them?"

Wanting to exclaim but my mouth seemed silent, I only nodded faintly, with half a smile etched onto my increasingly stiffened face. Perhaps with a thought with him can cause a little courage in this self.

"You want to get them hurt?"

My eyes opened, and turned quickly to the source of the voice hiding in the darkness of the night.

"Ti-no ... Not that bad!" my sergeant, accompanied by sweat droplets that began to wet the forehead. My ship turned around looking for the girl I thought was behind me. "Where are you?"

"Close your eyes, feel with your mind."

"U-for what?"

It doesn't hurt to play with him a little. I followed her words by closing my eyes, trying to feel the increasingly gripping atmosphere around me.

"You don't have to be afraid, let the feeling grow inside you."

Somehow he knows how I feel. Indeed, at this time I was so enveloped by an overwhelming sense of fear, that even my legs were endlessly shaking.

"If you've calmed down ... Open your eyes slowly."

As these eyes opened, slowly a shabby white cloth appeared with the fingers of his feet floating on the floor. His clothes had their own peculiarities, like this child from among the nobility. But still, I was unable to stare at the look on his broken face.

"Why are you turning away from my face?"

I didn't want to answer him, just waved faintly at him. But I don't know why my emotions are running out. I feel much calmer now than before.

Moreover, why would I dare to communicate with this little girl. Though a while ago, I was rendered helpless by this strange lump of flesh.

If I look at the whole body, despite the deep gaping wounds, but the skin looks so real—not even much different from my skin.

"Who are you really? And what are you doing here?" I mean, still not looking at his face.

"Mom told me to play with you!"

"Mother?" I parroted with a frown on my brow, "I don't know who you're referring to."

"Mother with you, I can feel it."

Hearing that, I turned my head in all directions hurriedly, confirming the words of the little girl. But neither do I see anyone around here—other than me and a small body that still drifts not far from me.

I let out a long sigh, and turned to the figure of the little girl who was no longer in her place. Now he moved somewhere in a corner of the room that lay glasses and spoons of used coffee from the workers who were left behind.

The glass was spinning violently, without him touching it, the spoon inside the glass also danced, not necessarily direction.

"Did you do that?" I said, furrowing both eyebrows with eyes wide open.

He laughed for a moment and threw his pale face at me. "Do you like it?"

"Why can you do that?"

"As you are feeling right now," the look on his face turned instantly so flat, "are you afraid of me?"

I stepped back, keeping my distance with him as bad premonitions began to stick out. "What is your purpose?"

The figure was simply speechless, followed by glasses and spoons that stopped in unison. Hearing my words his face stared harshly at me. And unexpectedly the electric current was dim—a variety of power shortages seen from the gap of the stairs that lead to the kitchen.

Even this incident even caused panic from other residents of the house, especially Arif and Alvien who sounded wondering.

Why is this lamp!

Spaneng, Rif?

Lightning may be Mas.

The lightning is far away Mang! After all there is no lightning? There's nothing, right!

Avoiding their suspicions, I decided to get down from the second floor, and approached those who turned out to be gathered in the living room.

"He! You guys are so noisy! the electricity was half dead!" tukasku, step quickly down the stairs.

"This is the child from earlier," Arif pointed at me, seemingly offended by my tone. It was very visible from the look on his face as if reflecting emotions that began to overflow, even though there was a line of forced smiles. "Gw's just afraid of an electrical short circuit, you understand?"

I just smiled a little, responding to Arif's words that began to rise. "Well what can a spoiled child do kayak, you?" my lips, made Arif stunned to swallow his saliva, "even though this house is on fire, what can you do Arif? Your job is just playing games, how much do you care about building this house?"

"Lu can keep talking!" sahut Arif, and he stepped quickly towards me, but Alvien pulled his left arm, "from earlier your tone nyolot keep swearing!"

"Why?" flatku, while putting up the chest. "Before criticizing people, better take care of your behavior ... You instead assign all responsibility to me, you should take care of all the macems needed here. Open me!"

"Oh ... So you didn't want to help me this morning? You hurt?"

"Byeah! That's Yudi's sister, you what am I? Think, Rif! I'm someone else here!"

"Eh, uh ... This is why I'm using urate gini by the way?" alvien Tukas. "Den, don't overdo it, please. The electricity is normal again."

"Why you!" I said, glancing one by one the faces of the workers with anger. "Bela aja the Arif, emang he's your employer all, I'm nothing in this house ... You wimps!"

"Lo sick Den?" alvien, come to me. "What's your problem?"

"Chih ... " I turned my face away, and quickly walked back up the stairs to get to the second floor.

Why does everyone think I'm wrong? What's wrong! Where is his fault!

I arrived on the second floor, and came to one of the windows that was still not glass, staring dimly at the black sky with falling rain grains.

A long sigh, representing my lamentation for the situation that is happening right now. I understand what's really going on, furious but for whom. Masterless emotions still continue to plague this mind.

Both my palms started to feel soaked with sweat, but why? Why this anger is precisely on the person whom I have always considered like my own brother.

Regretfully, staring at the palms of my heart, I wondered, "Who am I ...."

"Do you still want to play with me?"

My eyes opened from a heartbreaking bitter daydream, in a flash my gaze turned even more sinister when I heard the voice of the Little Girl.

"What do you want from us?" I straightforwardly, with eyes circling looking for the form of the owner of the voice I heard.

A flash of lightning illuminated around, opening up the dark space for even a moment. The little girl seemed to be still hovering between the support beams, stalking me from within the darkness.

"I'm comfortable with you."

"No, I never knew you."

"But I know you."

"Who are you really?"

"I'm just a kid who ended tragically."

"What is your purpose in bothering me?"

"Mother ... My mom likes you, she wants me to play with you."

"Mother! Mama!! I don't know who your mother is! Wanna?"

"You don't have to know him, just feel him."

"I'm a man, not your mother, okay? You got the wrong guy, kid!"

My eyes glared, as the figure laughed loosely in response to my words. His voice was no different from that of an 8-year-old. It sounded cheerful, enough to fill the solitude I was feeling.

"You want to hear my story?"

I just shook my head faintly, and looked back out the window. "Am I crazy?"

"Of course not, you want me to do something for you?"

"For what?"

"To be sure, if you're not crazy."

He laughed again among the rumbling sounds of rain, waiting for me who was thinking about his offer.

Until I get one wish that I think is impossible and very strange. I glanced around the room and came to a halt at the paint can lying on the floor.

"Can you move that?"

"just that? Will you play with me after that?"

"No!"

The sound of the vibration of the can, distracting me, my eyes widened unable to blink staring at a can that was vibrating very strongly.

"Cu ... Enough's enough!"

I was silent, some of them were sniffing the air violently, as I realized the downstream scent of the flowers and the unpleasant smell was beginning to be felt in this room. Of course it changes the atmosphere back gripping.

Although I have met this figure for the umpteenth time, but I can not deny if the anxiety and anxiety is still thick I feel.

The flash of lightning no longer illuminated the figure of the little girl in the place before, I felt even more uncomfortable being here. He decides to rejoin Arif and the others.

Maybe I should apologize to Arif and Alvien.

Upon my arrival in the living room the atmosphere seemed quiet, no longer even heard chatter from the workers. My steps stopped, my face was drowned when I found the door of the room that had been closed tightly. Maybe they don't want me to get in.

All this happened because of my mistake ...

I sauntered away from the doorway and sat on a chair with both palms covering my face.

Merkea is not only my brother, but also my best friend ... I should have been able to handle all this.

"They threw you away!"

I looked up at the ceiling, when I heard the voice of the little girl again.

He was looking at me with half of his body through the ceiling. Only his shoulders and long hair were broken.

"That's impossible!" my gusar, with both arms clutching the hair.

"Do you want me to hurt them?" Hearing what he said, my eyes glanced sharply at him.

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