Murder In The Old Castle
L. An Accident
Tonight feels different from the nights before. Cornellio was agitated, because of the insecure feeling within him. After the death of Ammar Marutami he felt carrying a heavy burden unspeakable. Moreover, it can not be denied, he is under one roof with the serial killer who until now has not been revealed his identity. Really, it's hard to close your eyes. It felt like the room was so sultry, forcing him to look up at the window.
It looks dark outside. The sound of owls in the distance adds to the increasingly gripping atmosphere. His premonition said that bad things would happen, the same as the premonition he had felt before Karina was killed in the tea garden. It turns out that occupying Ammar's room doesn't make him feel safer. He opened the closet, saw some firearms. Heart's rustling. He never held a firearm in his life. How can he use it when in danger?
To reduce his anxiety, he intended to make a cup of tea in the kitchen. The atmosphere in the castle was quiet, as all the residents chose to stay in the rooms. The hallways of the casti exuded a gripping aura. The ancient paintings felt like figures from the past watching all the movements. Yes, he was a horror writer, but he never felt this scared. Sometimes the power of the man who is crazy can defeat the mystical power. Cornellio could feel that.
Krieet!
He opened the door, found the kitchen already tidy because Helen had already cleaned it after dinner. He picked up a jar of sugar in the closet, but an unnatural thing caught his attention. The window connecting with the basement is open!
“Who in this late night opened the basement window?” muttered.
Curiosity made him look down. The basement looks dark and quiet. Curiosity is getting more and more unbearable. He put the sugar jar back, then decided to go into the basement. A stuffy feeling ambushed for a moment, but he dared to keep going.
The smell of horror was immediately felt. It passed through the creepy empty rooms. In his head seemed to be ringing with shrills of pain in the past. He was getting into the basement, but he saw that there was only a dead end. At the end of the hallway, there was a room that was normally locked, now open.
Someone opened the room apparently. His whisper in his heart.
He entered the narrow room. It was not a room, but another hallway that was quite long. There are several other rooms along the hallway. Cornellio was curious. It turns out that under this castle holds a mystery. I don't know what the point of these empty rooms is. He suspects, this room has been around for decades ago, when the new castle was first built.
In a room he passed, it turned out that the door was lined up, like in a prison. It made her curious to peek at something inside. Although the atmosphere was a bit dim, he could clearly see what was in the locked room from behind bars. The sight surprised him. A young woman was lying on the floor helpless. It's unclear if he's alive or dead. He fizzled slowly.
“Gosh! Mariah...”.
Cornellio immediately took a thousand steps leaving the room. He wanted to tell the others to help the police wife. His brain was dead, confused about what to do. Concerns struck, just in case the killer knew of his whereabouts. He was a little confused back up, because it had passed through many aisles. Everything looks the same.
“What should I do?” muttered.
Suddenly he heard footsteps approaching. The worry is growing. If he survives in this hallway, it will soon be discovered. Soon he slipped into an empty, unlocked room. The sound of footsteps was getting closer. From the door hole, he could see the black-robed figure passing through where it was hiding. His heart is beating fast!
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On the right-left of the road only visible cliffs, and occasional ravines. He felt thrown to the other side of the world. The unpleasant feelings begin to bother. He was afraid to imagine that the car he was driving had a disturbance in the middle of the road. Anggara car does look good, but due to lack of maintenance, it is not impossible this car will break down, similar to other cars commonly used to the city by Helen.
To reduce his boredom, he tried to play the radio. Unfortunately, no radio channel was caught. The car radio was just letting out a hiss. He chose to turn it off, while continuing to focus on the road ahead. The road is up and down. He must use instinct to stay on a safe path. Fortunately, no other vehicle passed, so he could freely drive the car at high speed.
When the road goes down, he immediately presses the brake pedal deeply. Suddenly everything changed! Many times he pressed the brake pedal, as if there was no effect at all. The car kept going fast.
“Gosh! This car brake blong!” his screeches.
The position of the car sliding downwards ready to hit the cliff on the side of the road! Fortunately he swiftly slammed the steering to the right, so he escaped the collision that might endanger his life. But that doesn't mean he has completely escaped. The car is still driving at high speed without any control.
Ammar immediately set the steering wheel, so as not to hit the side of the road. The condition of the right and left sides of the road more and more cliffs, and in other parts even crumbling. Ammar is as strong as he can to control a car that does not have brakes. Sweat began to drip on the forehead. Panic in my heart. He doesn't want to end tragically tonight.
I'm sure someone sabotaged the brakes on this fucking car!
Now the road is up. He set the speed so that later the car does not slide sharply after passing the climb. Sure enough, after the climb the car again glided uncontrollably. Dark conditions make things more difficult. Because of the high speed, Ammar can no longer control the balance of the car. Unnoticed, the car rolled to the side. This time it was so heavy, it hit the markings set on the edge of the road.
Braaakk!
“Damn it!” his screeches.
Without being prevented, the car slid past the barrier, directly infiltrating a ravine on the side of the road. Ammar. The car hit a thick bush mercilessly. The position of the gorge is quite steep is also not profitable. Cars are getting mired in, almost tens of meters from the highway up there. The windshield started to break open the tree.
A duuukk!
Ammar felt his head hit the steering wheel hard enough that he felt nothing!
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