The Skewers House
Kity the cat anggora

Kriieett

The image opened the front door that rang out loud. I don't know, maybe the hinges need to be given by Olie. Meanwhile, Amanda went straight into the house.

"Kity . .puss puuss. . .," Amanda called her beloved cat.

The image took off the hat and placed it on the table. During the day, but his house was gloomy and dark. The image avoids to stare at the painting of the bride in the front room. There was an uncomfortable feeling every time I saw him.

"Kity. .pusss, where are you," Amanda kept calling her cat.

"Kity why isn't there Mah?" Amanda asked Citra, her face pouting.

"Maybe he was playing baby. .kan Kity senengnya out of the house directly from this morning. Maybe you want to find a new theme" Citra smiled, walking towards the kitchen.

The image takes a glass, pouring water from the dispenser. Amanda followed and sat down at the dinner table.

"Amanda want a snack?" Citra asked Amanda.

"No ah Mah, I'd like a drink" Amanda asked for water.

The image was about to take Amanda's plastic cup, but she couldn't find it anywhere. In the glass case, the dishwasher, nil.

"Your glasses are yes dear. . .Mamah kok forgot the narrative," Celingak image. Amanda shrugged her shoulders a sign she didn't know either.

"What is possible in the drawer yes," The image crouches, looking at the drawer at the bottom of the kitchen table.

The kitchen table drawer looks locked from the outside. The key is also there. The real image never feels like opening a drawer and putting Amanda's glass there, but it could be her who forgot.

Clickable

Image unlock drawer. And when the drawer is half open something jumps out.

"Aahhhh," Image suffocated, shocked. He's strung. The image sat on the floor with a frightened look. What just jumped out? The image looked back, looking at where Amanda was sitting. Kity was there, elus by Amanda.

"Hi hi hi. . .Mamah was shocked huh?," Amanda laughed at her still pale Mamah.

"Naughty cat," Citra grumbled. It turns out that the one who just jumped out of the drawer was Kity.

"Kity so pinter play hide and seek ya Mah now," Amanda stroked Kity's feathers that look some of the spider nests stick there.

Citra continued looking for plastic cups Amanda, but still did not meet. Suddenly Citra realized an oddity. If Kity is in the drawer, and the drawer is locked from the outside, who locks it?

The image turned, watching Kity the cat anggora. It looks not as agile and agile as usual. The cat was acting strange and unusual this morning. The image again felt frightened. Afraid of who? Afraid of what? The image had yet to find the answer to the question in his mind.

"Well, Kity seems to be sick," Amanda broke the silence, awakening the image of the reverie.

"Beyond? Looks healthy anyway," Citra finally poured water for Amanda with a makeshift glass and then sat next to Amanda, stroking Kity's fur.

"She's got Mah, '" Amanda looked at her Mom.

"Maybe hungry darling," Citra then took food for Kity, but Kity was silent unmoved. The cat did not n*fsu eat, staring at his master in silence.

"Maybe Kity misses Oma" Amanda said, until the little boy remembered his grandmother.

Glodaakkkk

There was the sound of falling objects, from the front room.

"What's Mah's voice?" Amanda asked Citra. The real image felt fear, but in the presence of his son he felt he had to expel his fear.

"You see first. You are here," Citra said ventured.

The image walked doubtfully into the front room. Silent, and silent. Because of the sunyinya, Citra can hear her own heart beat that is too tame. Cold sweat had dripped down his forehead.

Arriving in the front room there was no one, what sound was that? Inevitably Citra set her sights on the place where the painting hangs. The painting is no longer on the wall. The painting fell back face down on the floor. The image did not care, immediately he turned around and returned to the kitchen.

The image again takes the glass and pours water from the dispenser. Immediately, he gulped down the water in the glass to the toilet. He was terrified, sweating and thirsty. Just two days stay in this house already gymnastics heart, how can stay at home for long if like this continues.

"What's Mah?" Amanda asked again to see his thirsty Mom as if she had just entered a marathon race.

"The painting fell in love, got wind," Citra replied of origin.

"Well, let's go back. Take a doctor's toy to check on Kity. Last morning didn't make toys there, ' he said, '" Amanda whined to take her to the backyard. The image, following behind Amanda.

There are some doctor toys lying in the backyard. Amanda picked it up and took her Mom back to the kitchen.

"loh Mah, Kity really doesn't exist," Amanda cackled, looking for the Kity who was not in his place earlier.

"And this won't be checked, afraid Kity is sick. Why else, "Amanda put her doctor's kit on the dinner table. The image rushed back to open the drawer under the kitchen table, but this time Kity was not there.

"Kity, where are you? Time to be examined with Dr. Manda nih. .puusss meowww," Citra called Kity. Amanda pouted again, the little boy sulked.

Meeoowww meooowww

Kity's voice growled from upstairs.

"Mah Kity on top. Come on up," Amanda yelled, hearing Kity's voice upstairs. Amanda then runs up the stairs next to the kitchen, while Kity's voice is heard getting so.

"Wait for Manda, wait for Nak" Image caught up with Amanda, half running up the stairs.

Upstairs, Kity is nowhere to be seen. Amanda opened the door to the room next to the stairs. Image following in the room. Empty, nothing, no Kity.

"City, puuss. . .Kityy," Citra came to find and call Kity.

Then Citra saw the door to the balcony wide open, the wind felt quite strong blowing in from there. As he remembered, this morning the door was closed. Amanda ran for a small run towards the balcony. And when Amanda looked down at the balcony, the little boy screamed hysterically.

"Hwaaaaaaaa" a scream and a cry broke out from Amanda's tiny lips. The image flinched in shock, immediately ran over, and hugged Amanda.

The image looked up, looking down at the balcony. Something that makes Amanda scream hysterically, in fact, is also able to make Citra silent silent. It was clearly on their faces of fear and fear.

Kity The Angora cat is seen lying under the balcony. With the neck and head broken, turn back. The cat died horribly. Citra is increasingly convinced that something is wrong with this new home.

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