Creepy Stories Of Eszed
HELP FROM MY SON #2

It's only fitting that I didn't find him just now when I intended to tell Andi's teacher that he could go to school. Grateful the ringing stopped just as Mas Farhan went back inside the house.

"Where? Where's that thing?" It seemed like he was looking for something very important but he had not found it either.

He went into the room, picked up his suitcase and drove away in his car. Relieved to hear the sound of the car engine disappearing away from our yard.

I looked at Andi. Turns out he was really asleep. I came out of the room to make sure it was safe. Yes ... Farhan is gone.

"My book is missing, I see it. I told the teacher, but they were waiting for me at school." I said I heard Andi's voice in the room as if she was talking.

"My book is missing, I see it. I told the teacher, but they were waiting for me at school."

I'll open the door immediately. I didn't see anyone in the room but Andi. It turns out he's on a ngigau. It seems like he's having a bad dream.

I stroked her hair to make her calmer and stopped being delirious, then I left her after fumbling to look for my phone that was somehow under the bed.

Once I got it, I checked it out. There were five missed calls from Andi's teacher. Two yesterday, and three today. Gee whiz... It turns out I haven't heard it all this time.

When I wanted to press the Phone Back button, my attention was distracted by the headline CORPSE IN THE LAKE on television. I took the remote and raised the volume.

Found a body of a boy aged 10-11 years who has not been identified, using school uniform pants. There was a deep stab wound on his back, and it is estimated that he died about 20 hours ago

As a mother who saw the news, my heart was heartbroken. How would his family feel about getting his son in such a situation? If it hit me, I would have died standing, considering Andi was the only treasure I had.

It didn't seem to get there yet. Minutes later, it was reported that about 20 meters from the scene was found a uniform full of mud, suspected of belonging to the child's uniform. But when he mentioned the origin of the school, I felt like I was struck by lightning.

SD ESZED, the same I sent my son to study. I turned around, looking for the figure of Andi I left in the room, but she was not there. I searched every room, I didn't find it. But I finally felt relieved after seeing her sitting next to the window looking at the back shed in our kitchen.

I don't know why I was so upset after seeing the news on the television? I sat back down to follow the story. The latest information, that found the blue checkered school bag that was recorded by the camera.

Looks like my life almost jumped up to the esophagus so shocked. That's Andi's bag. I bought him last month just when he had his birthday. What does Andi have to do with that poor kid?

I rushed into Andi's room looking for the bag. Her favorite blue box bag, but I didn't find it. Though yesterday I saw him still using the bag when it rained. Giving up with the bag, I ran towards the laundry room to look for the dirty uniform that Andi used yesterday. My heart is restless, my heart is pounding, my sweat is pouring, my breath is tight, because everything I'm looking for I can't find.

I stood towards the TV room where I put my HP. I'll call the school to ask you for the certainty of the news I just saw.

But I was shocked to death, when I saw Andi sitting in front of the television in red uniform, with a body soaked. I shuddered until my body shook on its own.

Aware of my arrival he twisted his neck to face me. His face was pale, his eyes were deep, his lips were blue but he smiled when he looked at me.

"They finally found me, Mother. My book is missing, I see it. I told the teacher, but they were waiting for me at school."

A hysterical scream came out of my mouth, as if it had been confirmed that the child found was the corpse of my son, Andi. He stood up trying to get to me. I panicked and retreated, fell limp, unable to stand. I just dragged my body back a little at a time on the floor. Between fear, confusion and sadness. No words can describe my feelings.

"I don't want my own mother. They'll be here soon. Let's go together, Mom." Tears fell down soaking his cheeks.

My mind is tangled, whether this is real or not, or signs of insanity due to the pressure I often get from my husband? My head hurt like it was going to explode, my vision was blurry and everything was dark.

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"Come, Mom. Get my kastiku stick in the barn. The weather's clear" while tugging at my shirt.

I stood up to pick up the key to the warehouse that was hung behind the door. Andi followed me from behind. After I opened the door of the warehouse, there was a distinctive aroma that was not pleasant from inside.

"Tomorrow don't put your baton here again. I was never strong enough to get into this warehouse. It smelled foul and fishy" I told Andi.

He laughed as if he was teasing me. "Hurry, Mom. I'll be leaving soon. Find my kastik stick."

From far away there was a siren.

"Well that. They're coming, Mom."

I was confused and turned around to look at Andi. The clothes that were worn earlier turned into school uniforms with the same conditions as what I dreamed.

"My book is missing, I see it. I told the teacher, but they were waiting for me at school."

Surprised to hear him say the words, I walked back slowly, and had to fall back against a pile of cloth because it hit something.

"Reverse. It's not real" I screamed

"I'm not real, Mom. All real-world affairs are their business" while pointing at the police car parked in front of the fence of our yard.

"Then what's our business here?" my yelling.

He didn't say a word. His hand raised while pointing towards me. I looked left and right, nothing. Just used stuff that we never use again.

But after I turned back, how shocked I was. I saw a long-haired figure whose face was not clear because it was covered in blood that had begun to dry up. His eyes glared as if they were looking at me.

I was silent in shock. I closed my mouth with my own hands and could not say a word, but I was sure that my heart was saying that

"HE IS ME"

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***My book missed and accidentally saw him beating Mom with my kastic stick. I'm picking it. I put it in my school bag to report it to the teacher, but she couldn't believe it.

Dad was waiting for me in front of the school, and pulled me into the car. There is a woman whose picture often appears when the father's phone rings.

Suddenly there was pain coming into my chest cavity from behind. After that I didn't feel anything***.

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➖ Sarah Eszed ➖