Suddenly Chased by Satan
Is My Destiny Just Up Here?
And a moment later...
I was pulled back until half of my body was outside the window and ready to plunge down, "Aaarghhhhhkk," I felt like someone was clutching my injured neck, but it was empty. I couldn't touch the hand that obviously made my oxygen supply go down.
"Aargkkk! aaaaaaaaargh, I can't nap-passs beg-ghooooooo!" the grip was getting stronger, I was trying to hold on to the window divider. Restraining my body from being thrown.
My other hand was still trying to let go of something that made it very difficult for me to breathe. My body was getting pushed back.
And the more I tried the stronger the grip, even it seemed like there was liquid coming out from the scratch on my neck, "Aaarrhk, Ri-dho..."
"Suwer ewer, I'm not ready for meth. Moreover, it was forced to carry the same genie and his countrymen. Please, my hand is no longer me, anyone help me!" I screamed in my heart. Because right now no one can get out of my vocal cords.
I removed one hand from my neck and saw a black sticky liquid filling my palms even between my fingers, "What is this liquid?" I panicked more and more as I felt the sticky liquid come out more and more, and my breathing ability got worse.
Slowly, the invisible now appeared before his eyes. His face was covered in jet-black wet hair and smelled foul.
Now that he had raised his hand up, his black nails were now growing longer and sharper.
"Aaaarrghhjkkk!" I tried to rebel, but the more I moved my upper body the more I floated in the wind. And just a one-time push might get me down.
I shook my head, my tears flowed while my facial muscles tightened and paled. The barrier between the two windows was still in my grasp, but it seemed that my strength was decreasing.
Is my destiny just to get here? I don't know, my mouth's still in the hope a little air can still get in and make me survive.
"Aaaaaarggh," I couldn't scream, and it felt like my neck was almost numb. I still hold my own neck with one hand.
This creepy creature with long hair was ready to stick out its hideous nails.
"Prepare to hell with me," as she cried out in her hoarse voice, "Hrrrrrrghhh,"
I'm resigned and enjoying my last moments in the world, thank God.
And...
Brak!
The door is wide open.
"Yurkahoo!" yell sir Karan.
"I'll get you next time!" said the creature that suddenly looks transparent before finally disappearing.
"Yuhuuukkkk! hhhh .. hhhhh," I coughed as the tickle slipped on my neck.
My body that had curved back out the window was pulled Pak Karan.
"Hey! are you crazy! hey, realize!" mr. Karan even snapped and slapped me twice.
Plaques
Plaques
"Let'sawhh!" I hold my hot cheek.
Honestly I don't understand, I almost koit but instead slapped back and forth.
"If you want to do that, don't stay in my house!" he immediately took me away from the window and took me to a queen-size bed.
"Hhhhh .. sa-yah, don't know what you said!" my brain suddenly blanked. It's like a computer hank.
"Do you not know if you jump from up there is a small chance that you will survive! and ... argh, why are you giggling your own neck, where's your brain, Reva! you know you can die!" said Mr. Karan frustrated.
"Ce-kikh own neck? My pi-kir father is tired of living? I have a lot of installments, sir..."
"Then what? why are you .. gosh," he cupped my cheeks red from being slapped. He pulled me into his arms.
Warm...
He rubbed my back a few times, "Don't do anything stupid" Mr. Karan said in a stiff tone.
I haven't been able to digest what he said, but I'm obviously grateful that I can still survive. He hugged me like this for a long time. Until I can normalize my breathing.
I touched my neck, which had let out a thick black liquid. But nothing, my neck is dry. There's just a little scratch.
"What's wrong?"
I saw my hand, "Clean?"
I got up and ran to the mirror. I felt my neck too, but there was no wide wound or anything like that. And again there was no liquid that I could see when I was gripped by the creature. All I saw was a scratch that felt sore to the touch.
"No way! I clearly saw it flowing into my hands, "I said it myself, until I didn't realize Mr. Karan was behind me.
He flipped me over, "What's up?"
I finally told him what I had experienced in this room, without exception.
"I didn't touch anything, I just sat there.." I pointed to a sofa at the end of the bed.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have locked you in here. This room is soundproof, your voice can't be heard by anyone" Mr. Karan held my arms.
"Then, how.." I looked at Mr. Karan with a confused face.
"After Oma's car left, the security guard reported to me. He said he saw someone who wanted to jump out of my mom's window. And so, I immediately ran and opened this door. I didn't think that the goddamn creature was the one that brought you near death" Karan explained.
"Let me see, look up." Mr. Karan lifted my chin and looked towards my neck.
"It's just a small wound" he continued. And he lowered my chin back with his finger.
"What do you really want to show me so I have to come to this room?" my many.
"Come here" he pulled me to follow him to one of the walls that his mother had painted.
Mr. Karan then took down the painting, "Don't just shut up and help me!"
"L-yes, Sir!"
And after the painting was taken down, it turned out that there was a secret iron box that could be opened with a password. Mr. Karan is holding a few digits.
And..
Click!
The iron box is open.
He took out a light brown cloth that was folded. Mr. Boss had the cloth in his pocket. He closed the iron box.
"Help me raise it again," the boss sir began to lift the painting which, in addition to its enormous size, was also quite heavy.
"Hhhuufh," the boss sighed as he managed to reassemble the painting back to where it was. Mr. Karan took out a cloth from his pocket.
However, I instantly felt that someone was standing outside this room. Someone who might want to listen to our conversation from behind an open door.
"What's up, Va?" mr. Karan touched my shoulder.
"Emh, shouldn't we close the door, sir?" I pointed at the door that was wide open.
"Then just close it" Mr. Karan pointed at the door with his chin.
I also walked to the door. My steps got closer and I quickly went out of the room to catch the eavesdropper.
But it turns out that there was no one at all, "Have I been wrong, huh? my eyes are siwer! you bego!" I rubbed my eyes and tried to see right, but no one.
I went in and shut the door instead of being pulled by the devil again.
"Who's up, Va?" ask Mr. Karan, I shake my head.
"Nothing,"
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