Creepy Stories Of Eszed
NOT FLESH BLOOD #1

Like hearing someone's scream, I jolted awake from sleep. I sat there silent for a while, rolling my eyes and gazing around the entire dark room of my room, thinking that it was a neighbor's voice or just a dream splash.

Silence and no sound. Ah .. maybe true is just a dream. I fixed the pillow and pulled back the blanket, tried to close my eyes again, but ...

"Toloooooooooooooooong."

A small echoing cry like being in a sealed room was heard again and made me sit down thinking, who is yelling for help at 02:00 tonight?

It is heavy for this foot to step outside the room to ascertain what has happened. The door to my father and mother's room that I had been sleeping in was not open, there was not even an answer from inside. Afraid of something happening, I tried to open it slowly and peeked out from the small crack I had made. Right, there's nobody there. My feelings are starting to get worse.

"Take off meuuuu."

Back the voice sounded, breaking the silence. It wasn't father's voice, it wasn't mother's, but I'm sure it came from inside this house.

"Where are you little bunny?"

Uh! This time my father's voice sounded, like it was coming from a cellar. I hesitated to walk down to it, down the stairs and turn the door knob that turned out to be unlocked as usual.

Deg.

My eyes widened watching the two people I knew as my parents, busy playing around with knives in each of their hands.

In front of the two, a weakly lying woman I did not know was filled with incisions that almost showed the organs in her body, even if I knew it would not be possible soon, I knew, because there was too much thick blood on his skin.

With a stifled breath, I fell limp beside the door. I don't know what they did to that woman, but it doesn't seem like a nice treatment. Using the remaining energy, I tried to stand resting on both legs which was like losing all the bones to support my body.

"Prevent him, Hendra!" mother shouted as she realized my existence and tried to run.

Bruckk

I fell on the first rung of stairs when Dad grabbed my ankle. There was nothing I could do but scream and thrash with all my might, but it was useless. Our house has a large courtyard that is very far from the neighbors, plus late at night like this, no one will be able to hear my screams. Not when everyone is asleep.

Dad carried me, followed by mom who walked behind him after locking the warehouse door. They forced me and sat me in the kitchen chair. My chest was tight from crying and fear.

"Swimming, Son. You'll get used to it." said Mom stroking my cheek. I can feel the woman's blood sticking out there.

"You're sick, you need treatment," I said, heartbroken.

"Alright, Jihan. There's nothing wrong here, if you take it. You've seen us like this many times. Just ignore it as usual," said Dad.

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I was adopted by Hendra and Gita when I was five. Both of them are good parents and very warm. But our family has a dark secret that no one knows about.

Being raised by a psychopathic family makes my life very complicated. I don't even dare to invite my schoolmates, just to play or just study groups. My social life was disrupted, making me quiet and preferring to shut myself up in my room.

How could they kill those people and act so normally, and I who didn't feel so haunted by the voices of their victims every night?

"Blow the candle, baby." Mother surprised me from daydreaming, and smiled very sweetly.

Blush the seventeen-figure candle while closing your eyes. Mom and Dad came over and kissed my cheeks in turn.

"This year what do you want?" ask Dad.

"Come on. Teens like you should have a lot of wills." Mom teases.

"There is, but .... Ah, that's it." I had no intention of continuing the topic and diverting the conversation by putting the cherry that was on the cake, into my mouth.

"What is that, son?" Now Dad's really curious. It turned out that he was very curious about what was inside my head.

"I want you not to do your habit again with that knife and basement." I fell down and shed tears.

Dad looked into Mom's face, and gave a small nod and touched my hand. Mom shifted her chair to sit closer, to gently stroke my hair.

"We will say, son," said the mother who made me distrustful to jump up and hug the two.

Thank you very much. I really love you guys.

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I deliberately parked the bike on the street without putting it on the fence. I could've gone out to attend a school farewell night, without my wallet. Good thing my bike has not had time to enter the building yard, if yes, who will pay my parking money? Stupid jerk.

Looks like there's a guest. I'm sure of the footwear lying on the porch, but not from the inhabitants of this house. It may belong to a friend of Mom or Dad. Ah ... I can't think about who the owner of the sendai is. My return was only to pick up the wallet left in the room.

I opened the door and went inside the house. From far away, I was sitting on the dining table chair and had a look when I entered. His eyebrows rose next door as he looked at me, a sign that he was currently in wonder.

"My wallet's gone, ma'am." I ran to my room, grabbed my wallet and quickly got out.

"Can?" I asked from the dining room.

"Yes, ma'am." I answered and walked forward to him, to kiss his hand a second time. I never get used to going out of the house without saying goodbye.

"Don't!" Mother stood up from her seat, preventing me from going deeper, but it was too late.

As I stood right beside Mom, in front of me was a woman in a sweet light blue shirt, floundering with foam coming out of her mouth, accompanied by Father who sat casually beside him while sipping a warm tea made by Mother.

My breath's congested. They lie and still do their usual routine in different ways.

"Why? Didn't you guys promise?" Warm tears streaming down my makeup to the farewell party.

"We did, son. No knives, no blood. We've been trying so hard for you" said Dad, trying to get close to me.

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"What's up, Jihan?" Dance offers clean towels.

"It's okay. Just fell, just now." I grabbed the towel to wipe away the bleeding wound on my calf.

"Don't tell me it's because of him." Dance suspiciously.

I just smiled and nodded small. "Yes, it's okay. Just a small wound."

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➖ Sarah Eszed ➖