Murder In The Old Castle
XLII. To Be Burned's
Cornellio immediately slipped behind a large tree to fulfill his human desires. Her bladder felt full, thrashing demanding to be emptied immediately. Ammar waited not far from the place. He does not want to be cheated. His eyeballs moved cautiously sweeping the area around the warehouse. It was just dark, there was no light. The castle building looks stand haughty and creepy. The wind was reluctant to blow, creating a seething silence.
A moment later, Cornellio came out from behind the tree with a feeling of relief. Ammar also took a breath when he saw the figure of Cornellio. Soon they re-entered the warehouse area, occupying their respective positions. Ammar hid behind a large pile of cardboard, while Cornellio stood watchfully. The shed lights glowed dimly, adding to the gripping atmosphere. There was no sound, silent and silent. Even Cornellio could hear his own breathing.
Ten minutes passed. Certainly not a short time to stand. Tired began to creep at Cornellio's feet. Bored also hit. While the mosquito group buzzed around the head. The uncomfortable feeling really rippled. The hour hand was docked at eleven o'clock at night, but signs of the sender of the message had not yet appeared. Cornellio was agitated.
“I don't think he's coming,” said Cornellio broke the silence. The boredom that struck forced him to make a sound. In fact, he began to sit on a paint can while propped up by his chin.
“Patience for a moment. Our prey is getting closer. If he gets caught, then your name will be on the front page of the newspaper. Your name will be known throughout the country as a meritorious man who escaped death. No complaining! Wait a minute!”
Ammar responded without appearing, while Cornellio grew agitated. Eleven o'clock in the night had passed, but no one showed his nose.
“Fuck with all fame! I've had all of that without having to be the bait of a crazy psychopath. All I want now, is to go back to the room or fuck a girl!” fr Cornellio.
Ammar laughs. He was well aware that Cornellio was becoming distressed by this condition. Perhaps fear also began to mix in agitation, making the man even more frustrated. In such conditions. Calmness is much needed. Cornellio's body gesture showed that he was being overwhelmed by deep concern.
“You fantasize with Adrianna?” ask Ammar.
“Adrianna, beautiful and seductive but not my type. I like broad-eyed girls, not slender like Adrianna. I've never fantasized about anyone!”
“Hmm. Alright. What about the barn door? You did not lock the warehouse door, did you?” ask Ammar again.
“Of course not. The key is still hanging outside. So even if psychopaths come in, we know. I'm more worried if it's just a joke. It could be that he acted elsewhere, infiltrated the girls' rooms and took them out. The killer is aware that you are in this place,” Conellio said anxiously.
“Take it easy! Before leaving here I have ordered all the castle residents to remain in their respective rooms, and lock the door. I think they're safe now. Wait another half hour, and I promise after that we will return to the castle!”
Cornellio grunting. Half an hour was not a short time to stand up without doing anything, let alone in a dark and quiet place like this. It should be tonight he had been lying on his soft bed, or it could have been sleeping in a dream.
Seconds by seconds passed. They lock their mouths, deliberately silent in order to capture the slightest sound. Sometimes there is a rustling sound between the cardboard, it turns out the sound of rats that start guerrilla at night. The sound of lizard chasing on the walls of the warehouse was also occasionally heard. Cornellio was completely paved in a sense of uneasiness that broke his courage. The cold began to infiltrate the jacket, making Cornellio increasingly close his hands into the chest.
“Cold once tonight,” murmured softly.
Fifteen minutes from eleven, the sound of the door creaking made Cornellio's heart beat faster. Similarly, Ammar, he was on alert with all the possibilities that occurred. Unfortunately, the sound of the barn door creaking was not someone who was opening the door, instead the warehouse door was deliberately closed from the outside. His voice was so clear, as if breaking the silence.
Braaaack!
Not only was it closed, but someone had locked the door. Cornellio was overwhelmed with panic, immediately rushing towards the door. Likewise Ammar also jumped from his hiding place following Cornellio. They immediately opened the door that was now tightly closed. Almost at the same time they opened the door handle, unfortunately too late! The barn door is now unmoving. They're locked in a warehouse.
“Damn it! We're locked! Someone has trapped us and locked in from the outside!” swear Cornellio while continuing to force open.
“Yes, that psychopath knows all our plans. But how did he know? Or is this all the game? Damnit damnit! Now we're locked inside the warehouse!” sahut Ammar's.
He looked at Cornellio questioningly. Cornellio simply shook his head in annoyance while hitting the wall.
“We never should have cared about that invitation! I should be able to sit down and enjoy coffee in the living room!” cornellio.
“Quiet! No need to panic. Locked in this warehouse was not a problem as many equipment were here to forcefully open this door. What do we need to worry about now, what is that crazy psychopath planning? I was worried that he was starting to troublemaker in the castle, because he could disguise himself as anyone!” ammar.
“Then let's forcibly open the door of this old warehouse! Don't wait too long!”
“Don't be rash! It does not guarantee our safety. At the moment the psychopath is wandering outside, probably waiting for us to come out to finish. We must use tactics, not panic. Let me think for a minute!” ammar.
They kept quiet for a few minutes. Ammar paced while thinking seriously, while Cornellio had been overwhelmed with anxiety. Many times he rubbed his forehead which began to drip sweat. The stuffy start felt. Cornellio was getting impatient. He wanted to break down the door in front of him, so that he could immediately run to his room. The atmosphere was still tense, when there was a crackling sound from the roof.
“There are running on the roof?” ask Cornellio. Ammar just shook his head while thinking.
They had not yet decided what to do, but Cornellion suddenly smelled like a burning object. The aroma is quite stinging, making the curiosity deeper. Amar also smelled the same. In fact, his sense of smell was sharper. It is able to detect the type of burning object, along with the burning substance.
“This is the smell of wood doused in gasoline, then burned!” ammar murmurs.
“Where does this smell? From outside?” ask Cornellio.
“The aroma is so strong and close. Seems not from the outside but from ...”
“Where to?” cut Cornellio in a panic. He could barely control his emotions. For him tonight has been an endless nightmare.
“From above!”
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