Doppelganger: Detective Frans' Adventure
The Theater of Mind

Author: Hello! May all be healthy. There was an announcement for those who followed my story. Thank you for reading and appreciating it. This time let me tell you an info, that I have released a new story, genre mystery and psychological, this story titled Theater of Mind, can be read in Noveltoon and do not forget to give your comments. Here's a blurb from my story and chapter one.

BLURBS:

... His hand was clutched tightly, pulled very fast and horribly.

His lips were split open on the stump, the fork was still stuck in the right eyeball .. groaned, the more it sank with the rain ...

Then, the man raised his crowbar high, his gothic makeup looking cold like a red-eyed wolf from the valley of darkness.

Fara is always upset about having a head and she does not want to be born into this world, there is something in her that makes her different from normal people. Fara worked with her own mind to overcome the tragedies and senseless events in her life—even impact on the people around.

He was fighting to save his friends and family. A stage full of traps, darkening, and shuddering had taken hold of him.

The gripping dream theatre was present in silence, beginning without permission and erasing all the light within him. He became an exhausted director because everything Fara thought would backfire. Fara felt cursed and overwhelmed with gloomy air.

The story begins, though only capitalized on feelings of recklessness—against his own shy, rigid, and unfriendly attitude, can Fara become a normal human being and live a life of her own on a decent theater stage?

Copyright © 2020 by Dewo Pasiro

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Chapter One

I imagine that God has incarnated in you and there are things you cannot control yourself.

—Dream Theater

He opened his eyes—lantas stared intently at Sarah. “I'm sensitive to about—an odd atmosphere like this.”

Sarah rubbed her forehead, moist with sweat, near the fierce licking bonfire, the four young men were busy listening to Fara's entangled words—difficult to digest, her hair was shaved like a ponytail waving every time Fara moved her head. Fara snorted and waited for a response from her four friends. The two tents behind them were exposed to the flame rays— glittered like a golden sheet even though the two tents were blue. The occasional cold breeze caressed her face and nape, then the warm sensation thanks to the campfire back wrapped the surface of the facial skin—t too cold for tonight, thought Fara.

The bonfire stared blankly, mocking, dancing with obnoxious dances and as if the tongues of the fire were trying*****skin. Why do I keep staring blankly at this fucking bonfire, Fara is burning.

Still no response from his friends. Sarah, who was sitting cross-legged in front of Fara, turned to look at Dhea, a plain girl who wore silvery-rimmed glasses. Dhea knitted her eyebrows and shook her head four times—, but she also did not understand like Sarah. Sarah turned her eyes back to Fara and stared fixedly. He took a deep breath and exhaled quickly—the thin mist came out of Sarah's mouth like steam in a kettle as it attacked the water. “What do you mean?” said Sarah.

“There are things that will happen in the future and always exactly the same as what I imagined,” said Fara—ia getting serious.

“Hei! Don't make the atmosphere so tense, dong! We had a deal, right? That for the camp this time there should be no creepy stories or anything that makes the mood so damaged. Comeon! Positive thinking is hard, Fara!” chirps Ihsan. The man was wearing a black leather jacket, wavy hair—his nose was bangir and thin-lipped. His voice was as loud as a cymbal when it was anchored, and would make anyone his interlocutor ring out with his tenor voice. He was a little stocky, the man was the slobiest among others— brushing his teeth one week only twice and strangely he was a person who never had a toothache problem.

“True. This is the year-end camp that we agreed to live—don't make this camp a place to share creepy stories,” Bagas chimed in.

“Well. That's right what the two men said. How about we sing or burn something—ah, I remember, there's still sweet corn. How about we just burn corn?” Sarah grumbling.

Bagas stood—his body was tall, he was the man with the most athletic posture, he was, model shaving hair flap and biceps big—kekar— definitely plaid stomach and when he bare chest will make women adore the beauty of the physical drooling and not blinking. Oh, make me your husband, let's dance with me, my prince, as beautiful as you are, as holy love for me, the words of drunk girls are more or less like that.

“I'll take his corn—placed where, yes?” Bagas patted his pants slightly dusty and there was a dry leaves stuck in his pants.

Ihsan came to wake up, “I'm coming. I'll help you bring a wide plate, margarine, and soy sauce.”

“Near the red backpack—plastic white and all please bring a bottle containing soda.” Sarah said as she threw a small twig at the bonfire.

Sarah is the most beautiful of the three women. Flickering eyelashes, red lips, smooth cheeks and milky-white skin make him always confident. Farah's body is also crazy, with a posture that is quite high like a top model, her hair is straight shiny and very soft.

Dhea fixed her glasses—ia the most innocent and reserved girl. His body is not too high and he is a nerd who is quite difficult to get along with.— The most boring loner because he always spends time reading.

Meanwhile, Fara is the strangest and more clumsy girl than the nerdy Dhea. Fara has a mole that is not too big above the lips, and when she smiles, the deck on the left cheek also looks to beautify her oriental face. She is a girl who is quite awkward and rarely can speak freely in front of many people— except in front of her close friends—although she always considers not having close friends.

Fara looked at her friends who were busy burning corn, fanning, concocting spices, pouring soda into plastic cups, giggling at each other, and small blows she often saw, he said, especially Sarah who is active and sometimes upset because of Ihsan's frenzy. Sometimes Bagas also chuckled while boasting about his greatness in making many women submit to him.

“Thank you I'm your friend! So there's still a woman you won't be able to conquer, which is the three of us, isn't that right, Dhea, Fara!?” Sarah stared at Fara and Dhea in turn.

“Ugh? Ah, yes.” Farah's sahut was short and she looked back at the bonfire. While Dhea just nodded and mute.

“Basic crocodile!” chirp Sarah cynical. “This brush, brush fast and replace with another.”

Fara was still silent and she bent her knees, buried her face between her knees and the hands she used for her chin.

Sarah looked at Fara with great attention. “I made you guys, you want?”

“Em. Thank you.” Fara turned her head and just winked, although forced because she was still full, after all grilled corn did not make her lust for food. Why do I have to enter into this association—apa labeling social creatures can not be eliminated then just give the label of a loner creature for everyone. Why there is also a friendship, Fara long moaned and then mocked his forehead for a moment.

“Fara,” Dhea suddenly called.

With a look I sayu Fara raised her face. “Iya. What's up?”

“Company me urinate,” Dhea whispers into Fara's ear.

Fara reluctantly agrees to Dhea's request. They both stood up and stepped south, leaving their three friends burning corn. Fara told Sarah.

“Rome back, your corn will soon be ripe.”

“Yes. Just briefly—only accompany Dhea urinate,” says Fara.

One flashlight is enough, besides the sky is bright and the moonlight is very bright. Dhea runs fast enough because it can not stand urination. The two of them crossed a row of teak trees and entered a row of mahogany trees that were quite large. The splashing of river water was already heard, the water churned quite violently and hit the rocks times.

“I can't stand it!” Dhea ran away from Fara. “Wait there,” command Dhea.

Fara took four steps forward and leaned against the tree trunk. He waited for Dhea who was urinating. It didn't last long and Dhea was already approaching with a face full of relief.

“Ah! Sorry to keep you waiting. You don't pee all?” ask Dhea. His glasses glistened with moonlight peering from the lush branches of the forest trees and illuminating some scrubland.

“No. Better get back soon.”

They walked to the tent.

“Good. Speaking of which, just now when you suddenly said sensitize to the surroundings, what was the meaning of your words?” suddenly Dhea talked about it.

Fara slowed her pace. “I dream—no, I imagine something. Something terrible often floated inside my head and just flashed.”

“Paying...imagining terrible things?” Dhea frowned.

Their steps stepped on the dry leaves scattered on the ground until there was a whispering sound and became a companion in the conversation.

“Yes. I was thinking when we were camping, we found a serial killer and attacked us, in the picture in my mind that—I imagine if the killer managed to finish Ihsan.”

A moment after saying that, suddenly Fara's face turned into shock, he stopped his steps, his heart pounding violently. The night wind gushed down his face and he glared as well as breaths of sudden hunting.

“Hei! What's up?” Dhea was confused, she stopped and shook Fara's shoulders.

“Same exactly. It's really similar to what I imagined. I remember, in memory of that, we decided to go to the river because you were going to pee. The next memory, the right one happening now, I stopped and you held my shoulder and shook my body. Deja vu! Damn right! I experienced it.”

“Hah!? Don't joke. Never mind, you love to bang.” Dhea lowered her hand from Fara's shoulder.

“No! Immediately return to the tent now.” Fara turned her body and ran very fast.

Dhea pecked for a moment, he was still confused and rushed after Fara who ran like being chased by rabies dogs. The ground was pounding as the two women ran down the path and jumped over the thickets, stepped on dry branches and made a gurgling sound, with their gasping breaths reaching the tent.

“K-why are you .. Why are you running like that?” Dhea tried to regulate the dashed breathing.

“We ran towards the tent and found something terrible. That's what I imagined. Ihsan had been killed with her neck slaughtered, Bagas battered and carried by the killer, while Sarah hid in the bushes—ia kept holding her breath and while crying in fear. There—see body lying it.”

Dhea shone a flashlight in the direction Fara pointed. Coupled with the help of the campfire, the body figure lying near the fire made Dhea glare. His heart immediately timid, his pulse seemed to stop and he drowned for a moment. Ihsan's body was lying and his neck was gaping wide—the thick blood was clearly visible because it was highlighted by a flashlight. Dhea looked at Fara. “What happened. Why do you know everything?” he said in a hoarse voice, Dhea gelayaran—ia fell on the ground.

Fara turned her head and looked at Dhea who was sitting by her feet. “It's a curse! This is a terrible thing I often experience. I often fail and can not control negative thoughts, so I became a shy and rarely talk to many people. The theater, a show performed by my mind sometimes becomes a reality. There's a terrible stage and the director is myself.” Fara crouched down and sat down beside the scared Dhea half to death. []

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