Horror And Mystery Stories
me and who?

Hi, let's introduce my name Lyd. I am a young mother and a single parent. I'm almost 35 this year.

You need to know in advance, that I am a sufferer of OCD (Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder). I've been suffering from this disease since I was in high school. I like to feel uncomfortable if after from any place, do not wash my hands. I think it's slovenly. Anyone and anywhere may sneeze or cough, then hold an object.

Without knowing it, we hold it too. I only have one child, who is now sitting in the first-degree High School. Fortunately he didn't come down my OCD. Even so, from childhood I have accustomed him to the importance of maintaining cleanliness.

My son's name is Adrien. He is an active child in his school. Every time he went home from school, he continued with extracurricular activities at school or just exercising with his friends outside the home. Sometimes it's time from her to school day until 20 p.m. It always makes me alone at home. I don't feel alone. Oh, and I don't have a husband either. My husband left me five years ago because of a robbery when he came home from work.

It was a bad Thursday for him. After coming home from work, in the middle of the road there is someone who seems to have a single motorcycle accident. My husband was trying to help her. But then they called his flock. They forced my husband to hand over money, watches, bags, including our Jaguar car. Because my husband refused, there was a small fight between the two of them, until one of the robber's friends shot my husband and accidentally hit him.

The robbers took all my husband's property, including his car. He was rushed to a nearby hospital by witnesses who saw him. I was so surprised to hear that. Adrien was staying at my mother's house, so I visited her myself. The injuries from the shooting turned fatal. My husband apparently did not last long, despite surgery by the doctors. After he was in a coma for a week, he died. At his funeral, Adrien and I were very depressed and sad.

Now there is no longer a man who will look after and protect me and Adrien at home. Coupled with my OCD-related habit of worrying if I don't feel like locking my door. But that has all changed since yesterday.

That afternoon, as usual I was alone waiting for Adrien to come home, was startled by a knock on the front door. Apparently it was a young man, I don't know who he was, maybe a new neighbor? She was about ten years below me, and, she was tall and beautiful, too. He introduced his identity to me. His hoarse, wet and somewhat heavy voice started teasing me. I know his name is Gerard.

He lives three blocks behind my house. The reason he's here is because he asked for permission to park his car in my house. I allowed that request. I also let her in for a while, but she politely declined. I told him that there's nothing to hesitate about if you want to put his car here. We exchanged phone numbers via an online app, arguing that he could call me whenever he needed to park his car, or even, if he needed me at any point.

Several days, weeks and months passed. As long as my son isn't home, Gerard always parks his car in my house, and of course accompanies me. We have been familiar since I often communicate with him via online chat, and of course without Adrien's knowledge. I don't feel lonely anymore. I don't care when my neighbors look at me with a sneering look behind me.

Adrien never knew that Gerard came into my life, even he did not know that Gerard was always riding in the parking lot at home, because Gerard only came to park at 15 to 19 pm. The rest we talked to each other on our phones. I have no intention of telling him this. I'm afraid he's still not ready and he's still in a dilemma about his father. Maybe he won't approve of our relationship.

Before long I was surprised by Adrien's voice calling my name from the top of the stairs, as if watching me talking to Gerard. “What are you doing in the middle of the night?” ask Adrien. “Oh, uhm.. I. ah. mother. I'm checking my door. Ascertain whether it is the key mother or not.” I replied. Instantly I looked forward, and apparently Gerard had disappeared somewhere. I thought maybe he took the initiative to leave my house for fear of being discovered by my son. “Oh. It is just a mother's habit. I thought someone was coming, late at night like this.

One time if mom feels there is a stranger coming, don't you let in huh?!” I also agreed, and did not pay much attention to the events of that night. “I'm sorry mommy yes, son,” I said sadly as I approached Adrien and hugged her. Thank goodness Adrien didn't know.

The same thing continues to happen, and uniquely again, happens every night Jum’at. He always asked me to make love in my room. I kept looking for reasons and ways to reject Gerard's invitation so as not to come late at night like this. It's not that I don't love him, but I also have to keep my son's feelings. The other night, as I was about to approach the door to open it, Adrian yelled at me from behind. Damnit damnit! My whisper in my heart.

“Mother! Come on, Mom, just sleep. You have checked the door 3 times since I came home. Did you take your medicine tonight? I think mom forgot.” rebuked Adrian with a high tone that then low. I turned around and said, “Now. Mother did not forget. You must be angry with mom, hate mom? Because of this mother's illness?” I asked while holding back the cry.

“No, mom. Its nothing. But this mother's habit I've noticed lately is a bit strange. I actually know..” Not finished Adrien speaking, I had thought that maybe he knew my secret all this time. “. I scolded my mother not because she often checked the door many times, but vice versa. Now I'm the one who's worried about mom, who seems to have lost your cautious nature. Mom often opens the door of the house late at night like this. You forgot my message?” adrien continued firmly lecturing me. Whahuh? I'm hallucinating. Obviously I was acquainted with Gerard, he parked his car, we shook hands, talked online, even had a hug. Is it true it was all just my illusion, I thought.

My thoughts still remain on his stance that Gerard is really real. After the incident that night, I was given another drug on Adrien's advice to my doctor. I never again heard the sound of the fence opening late at night and so it reduced the intensity of me checking things over and over again. In fact, lately Gerard so rarely present in my life, for some reason. Maybe he was busy, so he rarely communicated with me anymore, or maybe he was angry with me? I hope it doesn't.

Two weeks later, Adrien had an event at his school that required him to study out of town for a week. I'm automatically alone again. With that medicine, I wish I had calmed down. But that night, when I was watching television, and it was 22:30, Gerard called me back. He said he misses me and wants to just play house. He also apologized because lately he was busy with his work out of town. I forgave him and allowed him to come and my son was not home. Soon there was a roar of cars parked in front of my yard, not in the garage.

He came up to me and let go of the longing by hugging me tightly. I thought Gerard was a real man. It's also romantic. He then carried me upstairs to my room and put me in bed. Looks like he'll really prove it to me tonight. In the midst of intimacy, I hugged Gerard's back, but somehow I felt something strange. There were a lot of feathers on Gerard's body that I touched at the time of the accident.

“My darling Gerard, your body why is it hairy?” tanyaku. “Absolutely you don't like?” ask the figure who I think is not the Gerard I know because his voice sounded increasingly hoarse, heavy and deep. When I saw how surprised I was that the person I was having sex with was Genderuwo. I also ran by taking a makeshift cloth to cover my chest and lower body. I screamed out of the house for help from neighbors. The people came out and helped me who was only wrapped in cloth. They calmed me down and secured me in one of their homes. I thanked them all who seemed to have been very kind to me.