Creepy Stories Of Eszed
MEMORY

CONNANTS

The sheets of memory that had evaporated from my head, seemed not to be a big problem. There's not much I want to know from a life that's accidentally missed.

Even then, I just felt awake from a deep sleep in the hospital, wrapped in bandages and a little pain in the head. 

My head injury, only removes some memories that seem not too important, so it does not have an influence that can be said to be disturbing.

Quite the contrary. That incident seemed to be quite a profitable thing for me, because it seemed as if all the love and attention that was in this house seemed to pour out very large just for me. 

Everything I want will be responded to well, even for things that can be said to be absurd though, such as pretend games are disturbed by ghosts or monsters in my room.

The idea came about suddenly when boredom hit and then it became quite a fun activity, even it felt like I became addicted.

At first, I just screamed at night, to call attention and lie to Dad, about the scratching sound coming from under the bed.

But after seeing her go in and check everything out, I felt like what she was doing was stupid enough to make me laugh inwardly. 

Dad willingly ran into the room because of the hysterical screams I made in such a way, then checked one-by-one each side that was in my room.

Either Dad is overdone or a little stupid, but I really enjoy him responding to all the lies and commotion I deliberately make, without caring about his downtime.

From there, I decided to play this game more and more, with a different story for each night. 

Last week, I shouted hysterically, then pointed at the closet and pretended to cry while telling me that someone was banging forcefully from inside.

Two days ago, I roared in fear and made up stories about hearing voices whispering, about something that would hurt me.

After that, I will hold back the laughter from the blanket that I deliberately use to cover my mouth when watching his ridiculous behavior.

And at the end of the story, I would force him with all sorts of whining to sit by the bed and not let him out until I was completely asleep.

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I threw the device on the edge of the bed and lay on it. There's nothing really exciting to do tonight, before heading into dreamland. Suddenly I thought of a plan, to play with Dad.

But wait a minute. What other story will I tell this time? All the places that were in this room, had been checked by him, even the ceiling.

Arghh. No matter what I say tonight, I want to judge it.

"Tolooooooooooooooong!"

Screeching sounds filled the room. Many times I tried to shout with all my might for someone to come here. Not long after.

Bugs ...

Bugs ...

The roar of footsteps from outside that seemed to run closer to the door made adrenaline seem to pump great in my body. Ah, it's gonna be so exciting.

Clack!

Dashingly, Dad appeared to open the door in a hurry. A moment in sight, he gulped to catch his breath after running, as his room was located quite far away.

"What's up, Kinan?" tanyakanya.

I stood up, got out of bed and ran to hug her waist tightly so that the feigned fear acting that I was having looked more natural.

"I saw a ghost, Dad." I stared at his face with tears flowing quite hard. Pretending to cry is not a difficult thing for me.

"What's? A ghost? Where's where?"

"In ... in ...." Damnit damnit! I don't know where to point. "There, Dad!" My finger pointed randomly and stopped at the light bulb hanging above.

I feel really stupid. Which ghost can get into a light bulb? If there were, it would not be scary. I'll be angry because my story doesn't make sense.

"there? Are you sure, Kinan?"

"L-yes, Dad. His voice was like a child laughing horribly."

 Ah ... No matter what your reaction will be. I'm just adding spice to not look like I'm lying.

He held my hand and told me to sit on the side of the bed. He then pulled out a chair and stood on it to check the light bulb I had pointed at.

Crazy one! Absolutely insane! He could have believed my words and was willing to take the trouble to get on the chair and examine the light bulb.

I moved slowly onto the bed and picked up a blanket to cover half my face so that I could not be seen holding back my laughter. Dad's really plain. Oh, naw. He's stupid, not innocent.

Arrive-Tiba ....

Braaaaaaaaaaaakk!

The chair in which Dad was resting swayed and made him fall. I lifted my head and crawled towards the edge of the bed and got it in pain while stroking my waist.

"Haha!"

Laughter that I had been hiding was no longer able to be restrained. The laughter exploded and echoed throughout the room. Dad really looks really funny.

"Is something funny?" He turned around and looked at my face while grimacing

"Yes, Dad. You look so silly" I said without being able to stop laughing.

Dad stood up and stared with a serious look to make my laughter muffle. He walked slowly and sat on the edge of the bed and stroked my hair.

"So you've been playing, Kinan?" say Father.

"I-I'm sorry, Dad. But you look so innocent and silly when you look through this whole thing."

"Hmmm .... It's not those ghosts and monsters that I'm really worried about, Kinan." Dad suddenly said a sentence that I did not understand.

"I mean Dad?"

Dad didn't answer. He just smiled and put a blanket on my body and gave a warm kiss as usual.

"You want to hear the story, Kinan?" ask Dad.

A fairy-tale? What was really on his mind as he said that. Instead of explaining what was just said, it offers a fairy tale. I'm not a toddler who needs a fairy tale before bed.

"Can. What kind of story?"

Dad started to manage his sitting and took a deep breath. Before, he looked towards the window and stared for a few seconds in that direction. 

Dad then turned around and then looked at me, then started to open his mouth, and told me.

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Once upon a time, there was a happy family who had a 14-year-old daughter. Right at that age, he got word from both his parents, that soon he was going to get a younger brother.

It's just that happiness becomes incomplete, there is even suffering there, because their mother had to die in the crib while struggling to give birth to her son. 

The girl became upset and assumed that the little creature that had been born, made her have to lose the Mother she loved so much. 

In addition, because of long time no brother, the daughter became selfish and began to put jealousy on her sister. He felt that the affection he had once gained was divided and he did not like it.

One day, his father was at work, and their nanny was in the bathroom.

He then took his sister who had just begun to learn to walk, and accompanied her to the end of the stairs that were in their house.

The girl, walking towards the lower floor, reached out to let her little sister wade towards her.

With a carefree face, his sister made the first step, but the steepness of the stairs made him topple over and roll down to the ground floor.

Silence ....

The incident went so fast, even his sister did not let out the slightest cry as a sign that her small body should feel a great impact from the sharp corners of the stairs.

He lay weakly on the floor with wide eyes and blood coming out of his mouth, nostrils, ears, as well as a gaping wound that was right behind his head.

The daughter stood before her sister, holding her up with both hands and watching closely.

When lifted, the neck of the little creature was seen, the lunglai was not symmetrical. As if there is a part that is separated from the connection, until it looks not like it should.

Behind the girl's body, their nanny accidentally saw the incident just now and could only hold her breath and was unable to move. The only movements were just tears rushing from his eyes.

Aware of the presence of others, the girl was frightened and ran up the stairs, until accidentally, she stepped on a pool of blood that somehow came out of her sister's mouth, or from a wound that was behind his head.

Quickly, the girl slid and fell to death from a brain hemorrhage in the hospital.

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"Then, Dad?" manya curious.

"Yes. That's all." said Dad.

"What a strange story!" i'm upset.

As if he didn't care about me, he stood up and walked to my door and opened it. He took a step forward, then retreated back without turning around.

"Oh yes. There's a part I forgot to tell you."

"What is that, Dad?" In spirit I raised my head and put my ears up so that I could hear the words he was about to say.

"The toddler crawled in front of his sister's bedroom door every night and waited there, only to see who was there, or play with people live in it because he considers that the one who lives in the room is his brother."

Deg ....

For some reason, my heart seemed to be pounding very hard. Dad's last words gave me goosebumps and fears.

I opened the door and closed it slowly. I don't care about her passing, it's just that my feelings have become disheartened and feel very strange.

Clamps ....

I was shocked. Suddenly the door knob turned and rang, as if someone was opening it. I close my eyes tightly.

"Grad ...."

I breathed a sigh of relief, when I heard the silence of Father's voice. It turned out that he was the one who opened the door again.

"W-What's up, Dad?"

"Oh yes, Kinan. Don't forget to lock your room. The little sister doesn't like it if you linger here. He's jealous if you linger here. She thinks you're her brother."

"I-I mean, Dad?"

"Dad bought the house from the daughter's father, Kinan."

Dad closed my door and didn't come back.

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DADDY

After closing the door to Kinan's room, I walked into the room to meet Ana whom I had left after Kinan cried hysterically for help.

"It's over, Mom?"

"Yes. Today he made up about the ghost that was inside the light bulb," I replied with a long sigh.

"Patience to you, Mom. Kinan just needs more attention. You're always busy all day. Maybe that way, he feels closer to you." Ana lays her head on my chest.

"Hmm .. I don't know. But I feel like he's taking this as a joke. When he fell out of the chair when checking his light balloon, Kinan laughed out loud. It irritated me a little, "I explained to Ana.

"Because your face is funny, Mom." Ana teases me to distract.

"But .. I guess after tonight, he's not gonna yell my name anymore, Ana." I smiled mischievously.

"Why?" Ana became curious.

"I made up stories about the ghost of a little boy who likes to stand in front of his room."

"Little boy? Ngaco you, Mas. There haven't been ghost kids since we moved here" Ana said.

"Yes ... His name is also ngarang. How are you, anyway? It's not just Kinan that can make a scary story. I can too" I said pinching his nose.

"You're bad, Mommy." He patted my thigh hard in annoyance. "I'll go out and see him for a second.

I smiled as I watched him walk out of the room.

Suddenly ....

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh."

Buk up!

Buk up!

The sound of a blow sounded very loud resuscitated me. Immediately I stood up, opened the door and stood staring at the stairs from the room.

Srebk ....

Srebk ....

The claw on the floor of our house was heard, then a weak voice that was almost like a whisper was getting closer from below.

"Please .. please ...."

That roaring can make the Roman feather of everyone who hears it goosebumps in fear, but not for me.

Although I did not see the creature, but I know for sure its current position and condition. For every step of the ladder he painfully climbed, he would grimace in pain and try to ask for help.

"Tolooooooooooooong ...."

The howling is so sad. How not? When you first see it, you will get a figure with legs that are turned back and a head that seems just stuck to his neck due to several broken bones.

"Tolooooooooooooong ...."

Slowly but surely, at this time it has been seen a gray hair covered by his hair.

"Tolooooooooooooong ...."

Then a cheek that was filled with a lot of blood that flowed down from his head. 

"Tolooooooooooooong ...."

Then his face was covered in blood and looked at me from a distance.

"Tolooooooooooooong ...."

It's been. He had already gotten to the top by crawling slowly. He looked at me with a very horrible face with disheveled hair. 

Almost every night he does that. Almost every night he repeated the incident when slipping from the stairs to make him have to give up his life in this house.

I smiled when I saw his face. Although it has been every day to see this abnormal scene, but this heart still shakes sadly.

"Hurry along. I don't want Kinan to wake up and see his father talking to himself" I told him.

I stepped into the room without closing the door so that he could easily crawl inside.

Tak ....

Suddenly the blood-filled hand clutched the door of the room. The creature tried to stand on the side of the door while looking at me.

With great difficulty, even occasionally falling down, he was now able to support his own body. The blood that had been spilling from his temples, eyes, even his body slowly disappeared. His body is now normal as it was.

"Come, Ana, it's night. I have to work tomorrow" I said.

Ana gave her sweetest smile and went up on the bed with me. 

Before actually falling asleep, I was grateful that Kinan had to lose some memory of the events of that day.

The incident where Kinan spontaneously pulled his mother's shirt when he slipped on the stairs to make Ana's body toppled, irregular, to death instantly.

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➖ Sarah Eszed ➖