Creepy Stories Of Eszed
FANTASY #1

As soon as I woke up this morning, I jumped in to reach for the laptop on the desk I left last night.

I restlessly read some missed paragraphs earlier and after reading that, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of my lips.

Yes ... it happened again.

Either someone will believe it or not, but I'm sure that someone has changed the script perched on my laptop to be more dramatic and more interesting.

It is possible that at this time I laugh when I remember the events of a few months ago, when the household I built with Risa was almost destroyed, just because of an endless fight.

Nope. It was not Risa who was wrong, but me.

At that time, I felt bad and did not want to do anything, due to disappointment in the work I was making. It feels very tasteless, boring and quite nauseating. I don't know what happened, but not as usual. These fingers are not able to type wildly and describe the horror well.

Evidently, not many people respond to the text that I send often. Maybe they feel tasteless and bland while reading every word that slides from this fingers. I don't know.

For some people, losing material to write is quite common, but it must not happen to me. Not because I wanted to be said to be great or capable, but by making up those stories, I felt that my presence in this world really existed.

Until one day, in the midst of the crash, he came like a helper angel. Not only was our family nearly fractured by fights triggered by high levels of stress, but also as a helper for my stories that seemed lifeless.

At first I suspected Risa, but it was impossible. He doesn't have that wild imagination. Risa did not even have the talent to make one essay, let alone to make a story about a murder that was quite sadistic. After all, Risa's expertise is only focused on the kitchen, cleaning the house, or busy to process online stores that have long run.

The only person to be suspected in this house is someone else who has the ability to write like me. Ah .. I am one hundred percent sure, that he is someone who is really like me, with a darker version and has an incredible imagination.

A ghost? Wasn't it!

I'm the type of person who doesn't believe in such absurd things. There can't be a subtle creature capable of turning on my laptop and fixing some murder scenes, or how it feels to skin a human body directly.

Although it can be said that they include creepy creatures that have passed the process of death, ghosts are the last choice if there is no other logical thing that has a more reasonable explanation.

The only thing I could believe, was Risa's statement, that she saw me waking up from sleep at night and focused on the laptop screen, with fingers dancing incessantly.

And the funny thing is, I never realized the incident, even always woke up with a fresh state like a person who never had a problem lack of sleep due to wake up all night.

From there, I learned that there was an extraordinary human figure like a demon who roared apart while I was fast asleep. He is my other personality. Fierce, wild, and incredible. And I call it Fantasy.

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Fantasy leads me to great times. Thanks to the combination of my story and his high imagination, we were finally able to publish one phenomenal book and make everyone amazed.

One of them is Jane. She is younger and more beautiful than Risa. The beginning of our meeting was sparked by the beautiful words about his admiration that were sent to my email.

Honestly, at first just curious to know what the shape and appearance of my fans. And it turns out Jane's like a God-given bonus.

She's so spoiled and adorable. It is very different from Risa who is strong and very independent. But that's what most men like. We like women who seem to need us, even seem weak, so we look like real heroes.

The flowers start to bloom. I really fell in love with that woman, even though our relationship only lasted a few weeks.

We are so intimate and intimate. And amazingly, I was able to easily hide this forbidden relationship before Risa.

Yes ... she is the type of wife who really values my privacy to not check the contents of the device, or ask various questions about, with whom I came out.

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[The Angga. I miss ]

[ Loh. It's the night, baby ]

[How dong. Kangen can not be set-up, Mas 😭 ]

[What does it want? ]

[It is up to you ]

I immediately got ready to take the car keys and say goodbye to Risa.

"Honey. There's a meeting tonight, and probably gonna be home pretty late, even staying overnight. You lock the door, yes," I told Risa.

"Can't it be tomorrow, Mom? It's malem." Risa seems to disagree.

"Do not know. There are similar businesses that want to discuss about book publishing. Dear dong, if you let go." I started looking for excuses.

"Hmm .. weird," grumbled Risa.

"Yes, it's weird. But what can I do, baby. If the deal, it could be a windfall for us too," I said.

Risa just nodded slowly and smiled wryly, then kissed the back of my hand, I smiled, kissed her forehead then set out to meet the sweet doll that was impatiently waiting.

The thump of love filled the air as I drove the car to Jane's house. When we got there, we spent a lot of time sleeping.

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The sunlight that slipped from between the curtains of Jane's room dazzled my eyes. I slowly opened my eyes and adjusted the view to the shades of pink on the wall.

I turned my gaze toward the bed next door, hoping to see my beautiful doll there, unfortunately she was no longer there.

"Ah, where is he?" batin asked.

Maybe Jane's awake, cleaning up, or just preparing something in the kitchen, like I used to do when I asked her to be with me. It's just the difference, only this time I stayed.

"Darling! Where are you?" my yelling.

No answer from him. I smiled and thought that, she deliberately did not answer my call in order to get out of the room and look for him throughout the house.

With the condition still lazy to move, I tried to stand up from the mattress.

Deg ...

Instantly I was surprised to see a white fur carpet stained with dark-black red patches scattered on some of its surface.

Sarah Eszed

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