The Retaliation of the Wife Her Husband Killed
Mystical Terror

Fragile and completely losing power. An image of Nora cowering limply on the floor of her room. After deciding to go home without wanting to meet the Pano Diamond officials first, he did not come out of the room at all. Crying and fear kept her trembling. Nora has gone the wrong way. All the plans that he has compiled, even to the point of throwing away his own lover even misguided.

Even though he still has a high position because he has not been forced to resign, Nora already feels he has nothing. And in her room, Nora continued to shiver even to the point of hallucinations several times. Some bottles of wine became his only friends, at a time when he had lost Ronald, especially the man's trust. Maybe he is still able to stand up and then meet Ronald and apologize, but his shame is still difficult to overcome.

"Grand .. hahaha." Nora laughed, but believe me, her feelings were still very wry. Even after that he even cried while chugging a drink directly from the bottle. "Sister, you're dead, but why? Whyaa?! Why do you keep bothering me?" He was almost completely overpowered by the liquor.

Nora then whimpered. "If only you knew .. how difficult I am .. because of your father! If only you knew...if I really hated you so much since my father died, would you understand, Brother? Are you gonna feel guilty? Are you gonna laugh at me?"

"Siaaal! To this day you continue to bother me. You're more popular than me!" Nora became a snarl. Both of his palms were firmly gripping the span skirt that he had yet to change. "It sucks! The arousing! I'm sick of hearing your name, Emily!" After that, he uttered some dirty words and laughed again.

Nora would really be on the brink of collapse if she continued this way. He has absolutely no one. Ronald has stayed away from him, even hostile to him, even though before the man continued to submit to him. And right now, Ronald would definitely laugh out loud. Truly a brash man who can usually just hitchhike!

"Hihihi, Ronald, just be careful if you laugh at me like that, I'll kill you." Nora again cursed and gulped down her drink. "If you die .. I can bestow all the mistakes on you without any difficulty at all. And you ... will catch up with Emily in hell, you know?! Hahaha, you guys are compatible because you are both stupid!"

And the scene of tears again Nora did. He did the same thing over and over again. Keep laughing, crying, cursing, and chugging until one bottle runs out. Nora was becoming more unconscious. Her eyes are always bright with a beautiful eyeshadow now really cute. Her nose and cheeks are flushed, but not because of a blush-on.

Not long after, Nora raised her head with gaping jaws. Both of his hands were weak, and a pair of legs he had straightened. A pair of bright netra was busy staring at the ceiling of the room that was designed so slick. Sometimes he still laughs, though not as hard as before. Under such circumstances, Nora was still confused. The frustration did not go away even when he downed at least three bottles of drink. He ended up addicted like his late father who overdosed.

"Nr …."

A sudden voice sounded. A voice that was so smooth and audible from one of the areas of the room. But Nora chose to ignore, because she was indeed being mastered the effects of the drink.

"Dik ... This .. Brother …."

"What the hell?! Ahhhh!" moaning Nora violently while rubbing her ears.

"Why ... did you do it, brother?" Again, the voice was heard, but it already consisted of a few words. "sickness. My head hurts, Nora …."

Now it is not just a voice, but also a cry. "I can't breathe .. hurts."

Hearing that sentence, Nora's eyes that had previously been glared were now suddenly widened. The next moment, he straightened his body. Confused, he wondered. Who is talking? What effect did the drink have on Nora halu?

While complaining and rubbing her ears violently, Nora decided to get up. Because it is not yet fully stable, his steps tend to stagger, not even infrequently he almost fell so limp feet. Nora should have drunk the reliever to be able to move around more freely.

"Sir, this. Tomorrow Ronald's birthday …." The voice came back with a changed sentence. The crying appeared again. "But you ruined everything."

The deg!

Nora swallows saliva. The shaky steps then stopped. He tried hard to gather some energy in order to wake himself up, and he kept putting his ears together. And that voice is not just a hallucination. It feels really real! But where is the person who is speaking?

"Nora .. Brother loves you. But you ... hiks."

"Dik .. tomorrow Ronald's birthday …."

"Dik .. This is Brother."

"Nora ... Why did you do it?"

"sick."

"Tight."

"Red .. there's a red puddle."

"Bau …."

Nora's body started to tremble. He even beat his own ear. His breath was also stingy. Nora thrashing. "Stop! Nah! Not me! It's not really me, brother!" nora shouted hysterically. "Stop! Please! Sorry, I'm sorry ! Aarrrggghhh!"

Nora kept screaming. Who does the voice belong to, but from every speech that is heard, makes Nora immediately remember Emily. Which of course makes him more hysterical and up to twirling his own body without switching from one place. In a state of trembling, fear, frustration, and delirium, Nora stared at all sides of her room. And empty! There really isn't Emily, but Emily's cry still sounds creepy.

"Nora, you must die!" The voice sounded more resolute and more terrible. "Death! Die!"

"Yahaaaaa! Nah! Brother, I'm sorry! Maaaaaf! Aaaa!" Nora cried, and remained hysterical.

Until he finally fell. With great difficulty, Nora dragged her body in a sitting state. He has to get out of his room. He doesn't want to die! Really don't want to!

The sound of knocking on the door rang out suddenly, and again made Nora scream in fear.

"Nora, what's wrong?" Ronald's voice sounded. "Hey, your screaming voice is very noisy, Nora!"

"Ro-ronald's? Is that you?" Nora who was almost at the door immediately tried to stand up. Quickly, Nora got up and gradually opened the door. And he was so relieved when Ronald was in front of him. "Ronald's? Save me! I'll be killed!"

"It's so annoying! Are you blind in time, huh?! It's been so night, Goddamn it!" ronald's Omel. "And look at that look of yours, it's really disgusting. You mabbuk?! You haven't had a shower at all? And what is it, murdered? You've gone mad after being criticized?!"

Nora immediately dropped herself into Ronald's arms, without regard for the man's insults. "Save me, Ronald. Emily's coming, Emily wants to kill me, really!"

"Waaah! You're crazy, Nora, really! Let go of me, ah! Just make it sick!"

"Ronald, wait for me. Don't hurry. Where are you going anyway?!" nora said, while her hand continued to grip the tip of the man's shirt.

Ronald said, "How many bottles have you been drinking? It really stinks, God damn it! You want to be like your father who died from drinking, huh?!"

"Don't bring my father! Right now we're in danger, Emily's coming, Ronald!"

"Then you, Nora! Even if he comes, you will be killed. You planned his death, didn't you?!"

"Ciii! Don't hurry! Where are you going anyway?!"

"You sold Emily's bag, I ran out of money because of you!"

Nora swallows the saliva and stops Ronald by force, when she and the man are already in front of Emily's room which is still one floor with Nora's room.

"You wanna get in here?" ask Nora.

Ronald looked at Nora and smiled sinisterly. "Yes! Are you gonna give me permission to sell your bags? No, right? You don't want to inherit Emily's bags either, which means I have the right to do anything with her stuff!"

"Don't come in! There's Emily!"

"Ck, ck, ck, so afraid of being overthrown, you got too bad huh? Just go if you're scared, don't come!"

Ronald opened the door of the room and entered. Seeing Ronald who was relaxed and engrossed in humming, Nora was only able to swallow saliva. The condition of the top floor that was not too bright, because it was already night, further added to the horror that Nora felt. Especially when he looked around that was really quiet.

"Ronald! I-i'm coming!" Well, it's better to be in a used murder room with someone, than alone. Nora finally entered the room.

But ... Nora's body was instantly stunned when she did not find Ronald at all. And at once the door of the room was closed very hard, when there was no wind and no one outside. Nora who had been strangled to the point of being shocked was now fixated tensely.

"Ro-ronald .. Where are you? Ja-don't leave me. Ro-onald?" said Nora stammering. And his body movements are like a robot. He swallowed the saliva and began to stare at the area of the room. But the situation is empty, in addition to just filled with the belongings of the late Emily.

"Dik! Hihi." The same voice was heard.

"Let'soo!" Nora shouted while covering both ears. "Ronald, don't prank me!"

"This is Brother. You miss it?" The sound of laughter accompanied the spoken sentence. "thank you. But you must die!"

"Yahoooo! Just go! Just go! You're dead, Emily!"

"Chi."

A shadow moved behind Nora, making Nora limp and automatically shed her body. Nora started crying when the sound of laughter came back. He tried to drag his body to another area of the room.

And not long after, a pair of legs appeared from the dressing room area. A pair of feet wearing Emily's red shoes. When the curtains slowly opened, Nora who was increasingly not care then saw a red dress wrapped in the body of a woman who owned the leg.

"Dik! This is my brother" said the woman.

"Yeahah! No, Brother! No, don't take me!" ronta Nora and continue to suck to stay away, even though she has not seen the woman's face because the dressing room curtains are still not fully open. "No, no. Nooooo! Aaaa!" Nora closed her eyes, even hitting her eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey! What the hell are you doing?! Noisy, you know?!" Ronald's voice was finally heard. "What the hell is it, Nora? The servants could wake up and gossip the next day! Shame on!"

Nora who had opened her eyes then said, "You're alone there?" he asked Ronald who emerged from the dressing room. "So-so I saw Emily!"

"I told you, there's no Emily! You'd better get down and drink that blower!"

"Ronald, I'm serious! She's wearing Emily's red shoes and dress!"

"I've been here ever since, and there's nothing but your noisy cries. I wanted to ignore your madness, but I really couldn't stand it! Aaah, that sucks of you, Nora."

"Ronald, I'm not lying!"

Ronald sighed and gradually opened the dressing room curtains in the room. "Look, there's nothing, right? Emily's line of red shoes also has nothing missing. If you don't believe me, make sure yourself. Including the dress you were referring to."

"But I saw it. Even I've heard his voice since I was in my room, Ronald!"

Ronald, who was pretending not to be out of thought, finally decided to get out of the dressing room. But he had carried one of the bags belonging to his late wife. After approaching Nora who was very helpless and really wanted to make her laugh, Ronald gradually ducked down. With half her heart, she helped Nora who was already very trembling to get up. If Nora is not immediately secured, the woman will immediately faint or even hang. Ronald decides to take his ex-girlfriend out of the room.

Chelsea emerged from the side of the wardrobe that was inside the dressing room. His face was so flat, even though he had succeeded in terrorizing Nora with a ridiculous, but amazing idea. With red shoes and a dress that exactly matched hers when living as Emily, she decided to get out of the room.

Chelsea walk towards the drawer dresser. Upon arrival at his destination, Chelsea stared at his reflection in the makeup mirror. There was a drop of tears that then decayed to stain one of his cheeks. It was so crowded to go back to his beloved room, but with the body and identity of a stranger. It was painful because he had to stand on his body place to the moment of life. Chelsea cried as they pleased, but as much as possible without a sound. Nor would he want Ronald to be suspicious of him.

After almost five attempts to strengthen himself while enduring the already unbearable nausea, Chelsea gradually opened the dresser drawer. It was not difficult for him to open the object, because he still remembered the antique jar where the key was stored. The next second, Chelsea swapped his spare phone for another similar phone.

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