The Mystery Of The Beautiful Girl
CHAPTER 18

Gibran put his bag on the study table. He quickly grabbed a towel and went into the bathroom.

Gibran felt his body was very sticky after helping Rafael and Natasha at the Bar. He turned on the water using a shower. He threw the uniform in a dirty basket.

Gibran caged his hair while closing his eyes trying to relax. He wanted to clear his mind while forgetting what happened before.

Slowly he began to feel comfortable. Until at last something cold and sharp touched both shoulders. Gibran opened his eyes and hurriedly looked back. "Well...It's just my feeling "he thought.

Gibran quickly shampooed his hair that was filled with foam shampoo. Such a cold wind entered into the pore of his skin. Like, there's something that just crossed behind him.

Gibran picked up the towel and draped it around the waist. He looked around the bathroom to see if there was anyone else in there besides himself. Instantly the incident he had just experienced again flashed around his head. " I'm sure it wasn't a hallucination. But maybe he followed me here?." Gibran took a deep breath and immediately came out of the bathroom.

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Gibran sat on the edge of the bed pensively. It bites its long fingernails. He could not forget the incident, before he could make sure it was real. However, in an instant Gibran felt someone touch his feet. From under the bed.

" What is it?. " Against Gibran pulled both his legs into the bed. The feather stands. His feet were cold, ice-cold at the North Pole. His heart is beating very fast.

Gibran looked down at the floor. He tried to gather courage to find out under the bed. His body was called to look down. Not with his eyes closed.

Srett...

Scrap sounds are heard from down there. Like a long nail that was scratched deliberately on a wooden board. And there was also the sound of squeaking sounds, as if something was crawling termites.

The decitan is getting louder. Coupled with the singing that appeared instantly. It felt as if Gibran's mind was starting to get out of control. He covered his body with a blanket. Silent.

Gibran awaits. No more singing sounds. He made sure by counting down from ten. On the count of eight, slowly he opened his blanket. Sweat was pouring from his body. Everything still looks safe. The room lights are still bright. There's nothing different.

Until the third count, Gibran began to dare to look down under the bed. Slowly he counted. "Three...Two... Satt!! "

" Aaaahhkk... ". By exceeding the wind speed Gibran glanced under the bed. He opened one of his eyes. "Thankful.gue. " He breathed deeply. Nothing, it's all completely normal.

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BRAKK...

The seat behind him broke. He was holding his back between the table and the chair. " Akh..." . It hurts, like it's scratched.

Gibran raised his head. His eyes were on someone who had just pushed him. His vision was blurred, he could not see clearly who it was.

The room lights just died. Smells stinging wafted. Eve felt so hot at once. It was very humid, making it look like there was no oxygen in the room.

The bathroom door is open and closed by itself. The basket filled with Gibran's dirty clothes was lifted into the air. All strewn. Same with the things in his room.

Gibran. He looked around with an incredulous look. The room is so messy. The glass on the table broke. His head feels very dizzy.

It's walking slowly. Go to the closet with a long mirror. How surprised he was when he found a girl standing behind him. Gibran frowned. His heart stopped beating.

Slowly he turned his body back. With close enough distance, Gibran can clearly see the face of the girl's figure. His feet were so limp that they could not move. His eyes glared at the direction of the figure.

The fishy smell began to smell so pungent in his nose. The figure floated high in the air. The figure moved very quickly towards Gibran with its arms raised forward. Gibran's face was pale. I think he wants to scream. But stuck in the middle of the throat.

Gibran felt his body grow weak. He saw a red liquid pouring out and falling under his feet. His body seemed to float in the air. Gibran.

Her chest feels very tight. With such a close distance, Gibran could clearly see the pale figure before him. Very pretty, but also terrible. The blood seeping from the girl's right head shattered Gibran's beautiful imagination. His voice turned extremely terrifying. His eyes were red.

Before Gibran realized what was happening, he already felt his neck hurt so much. The hand and the long fingernail had unwittingly gripped the neck of Gibran tightly. His feet kicked in the air. His eyes were so burning.

No oxygen coming in. It feels more and more stifling. The dog's howl sounded from a distance. The sound of broken window glass rang right in his ears. It was as if he had just scratched Gibran's body.

Gibran looked around. Tree tree, yard of his house. And the neighbor's house. He could clearly see Gibran's body toppled over. Viewed down. Swimming-pool.

BRUKK...

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Gibran slammed onto a very cold floor. He coughed. Her chest is kempis. He breathes a lot of air. Oxygen ran out like it was going to be gone. The figure was standing in front of him. Gibran.

The figure grinned. Engraved on his lips such a terrible smirk. Gibran patted the cold floor with a cough. " This is for the stars. " Gibran heard the voice echo before finally losing consciousness.

Gibran. Red liquid seeped from above the head. Plus instantly Rintik raindrops also fell. Right in the middle of the night Darkness covered his eyes.

" GIBRANNN!!!" came the sound of someone shouting from the roof of the top floor.