Creepy Stories Of Eszed
MOM #2

And ....

"Luck!" Hysterical pennant.

Time seems to stop. My eyes that had been tightly closed suddenly opened after hearing a sound like iron hitting the floor in this room. It was the sound of a knife thrown by Mas Hari who had been in his grasp.

"Sorry, sweetheart. I'm sorry."

Restlessly, I checked Panji's entire body, not a single wound there. It's just that I was a little surprised by Mas Hari's view, as if something was wrong. Until I finally realized when I felt a little pain in my right arm that was scratched and dripping blood.

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I never believed in subtle creatures or mystical things like possession. But after the strange incident that befell my husband, the feeling began to bother me. As husband and wife, we still keep communicating as usual, just not as usual.

Hari is not like anyone I know. I saw him daydream more often and sleep in the living room, even awake until dawn. What the hell is he doing? I don't know ....

Suddenly he became a connoisseur of horror and mystery stories by buying many books related to other worlds, the appearance of subtle creatures, or watching videos that I think are terrible from youtube.

Not wanting to continue like this, I tried to talk to just confide in my mother-in-law over the phone. He then calmed me down and thought that maybe Mas Hari had a new hobby, and all I had to do was adapt to it.

And the issue of the knife incident a few weeks ago, was probably an exaggerated response from the pressure he was under after working quite heavily in his office.

After pondering my in-laws advice, I thought, maybe there's a point too. After all, there was never another strange incident that happened in this house, except with a creepy hobby that was always done by my husband. We're getting used to it.

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[It's no cooking this afternoon, I bring food ]

I smiled when I read the message. Although Mas Hari changed somewhat, but he never forgot his obligations, or just spoiled his family. Usually, he does often bring food from outside at certain times, on weekend nights.

While watching television, Keysha and Panji waited for his father to return home, until the sound of his car was heard in our yard.

"The banner definitely likes this," said Mas Hari as he opened the door of the house.

Aaah .. very fragrant. The smell of chicken soto filled the entire room. It seems that what I was worried about all this time was already too much. The proof, Mas Hari brought his son's favorite food today.

It was time to enjoy the dishes that Mas Hari had brought. Everything felt so normal, until.

Brak ....

Panji suddenly fell by holding his neck as if to vomit. His eyes were red and spewed out water from his corner. His breathing sounded very heavy, as if it was difficult to gather the oxygen that was in this room.

I screamed hysterically and tried to help him sit up while wiping the sweat droplets dripping from my son's forehead.

"Why, Son?" Tangisku.

Panji seizures, then fainting and unconsciousness. Mas Hari just stood up doing nothing while staring coldly at Panji. What the hell is going on here?

"Mas. Let's get him to the hospital, Mas." I shook my husband's body until his attention was diverted and helped bring Panji to the hospital.

I couldn't contain the tears when I saw my son lying limp in my lap on the way to the hospital. His father did not say a word while driving his car, his nose was so flat to read about what he was feeling right now.

Mind fucked. Previous Panji is fine before .... Ah, before he ate the chicken soto that Mas Hari had brought tonight.

Deg ....

My heart rate was racing more and more after the thought settled in my head.

Does Mas Hari mean evil to Panji?

How-to?

What's the fault of the banner on him?

Why was his expression so flat when he saw Panji who seemed to be dying before his own eyes?

My body's limp.

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"Suddenly I want to vomit and feel hot" Panji said before he could be declared home.

Nothing wrong, the doctor said at the time. He didn't choke, nor did he poison anything. Even I was asked about the history of respiratory diseases that Panji may have suffered before, but there was none. Panji never had any disease.

But it was not Panji that became a problem, but Mas Hari. After hearing that Panji was fine, he seemed to show a surprised expression and there was a bit of disappointment there. As if he knew that this would happen, but Panji's recovery did not match his expectations.

After that incident, my curiosity became more and more in Mas Hari. Panji who had his own room, I no longer allow to sleep alone in his room. I don't want to regret it later if Mas Hari does something that doesn't make sense to my son.

One night, I felt very anxious and could not sleep. When I looked at the clock, it showed 01:30. Maybe water can make me feel calm and asleep.

Just as he was about to open the door of the room, there sounded like the whisper of a man chatting quietly. With a sense of fear, I tried to bring my ears closer to the door of the room to listen more clearly.

"He doesn't like me. He seems to know that I did it. Tita's protecting her."

Deg ....

I wish this was a dream, but it's not. I was fully aware and convinced that the voice I had just heard was that of someone I knew. That was Mas Hari.

Clamps ....

I opened the room door and saw Mas Hari sitting in front of the TV. His face was so lethargic with blackened eye bags.

"Who are you talking to, Mom?" my many.

"Someone I know" he said casually.

"Nobody's here, Mom." I'm goosebumps. If it wasn't for what he said just now, it wouldn't feel like being here and asking him.

"Later you will know" he replied.

Knee limp. I sat before him shedding tears. It was no longer strong to live in this kind of misgivings.

Mas Hari was surprised to see me helpless before him. He stood up from the sofa and approached me, but I tried to back off and keep my distance from him. Until subconsciously half-screaming, I said that sentence.

"Please give me my family back!"

She's staring. My body was stiff as if it was unable to move with its fear. He approached, drew closer and smiled at me.

"Will be back as soon as he's gone."

It was as if my breath had stopped in the esophagus. With the remnants of my strength I had, I stood up and immediately ran to the room.

Frightened, I asked myself. Who is meant by DIA?

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➖ Sarah Eszed ➖