Yulia and the Mystery of the New House
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"Yuliah...."
That's the whisper that always sounds every night. In my room, who's whispering, doesn't know who's sleeping but me. When I sleep, I always turn off the room lights. Only the dim light from the street came in through the ventilation holes and the window panes—even though they had curtains, the curtains were silent thin. Father's? The mother? Risa's? There's no way they both late me at night, even early in the morning. I really can't close my eyes anymore its looks I will stay up until morning like the previous nights.
Does this household a mystery? Risa—my little sister, pose a room on the bottom floor. Has he experienced the same thing as me? Tried to calm down and sleep again. But it turns out the drowsiness has disappeared. Suddenly, it was morning then the sun began to shine on the earth.
At breakfast with the family, I ask Risa if she pranks me every night. It turns out that Risa said that she never pranked me. Especially early in the morning, I don't think it's him. Mom and dad couldn't possibly do something stupid like that either.
Tonight I slept again without turning on the light. I try to get rid of all the annoying negative thoughts. The night was getting late seconds passed tillards midnight. Sure enough, the strange voice appeared again. This time the whisper was a little incoherent. I'm trying to find out. With forced course, I got out of bed. Walk the door towards. Try to reach for the switch to turn on the light. Too bad, even though I pressed the switched many times, the light wouldn't turn on. It was very, very dark. I tried to squint to see the clock on the wall when little light helped from outside. Finally, the clock hands could be seen, precisely, at 01.00 in the morning. Gosh, it's already this hour. I haven't fallen asleep. Do I have to stay awake again until the sun comes up?
I walked to the bed with unsteady steps. Drop onto the bed and yawned while leaning on the pillow that I had piled up high. Uncertain thoughts filled my head. Who whispered like that? What is the angel of death? No way, maybe I'm just tired.
"Yuliah... You will die."
Suddenly there was a kissing voice calling my name. I was immediately shocked. My roman hair stood on end. "Who is that? Show yourself!"
Silence, no answer. I shuddered—who says just now. His voice was faint but, I was starting to notice something. It seems that voice is similar to mine. Strangely he spoke in a hissing voice. Is my brain in trouble? Ah, I don't know. I want to be able to sleep again—pull the covers back and then lie down. I try to get rid of all the annoying negative thoughts. I took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. When I look a deep breath, suddenly a black shadow flashed from beside the wardrobe and then through the wall. I was flabbergasted by the shock that I unconsciously screamed very loudly.
"Who are you? Do not bother me!"
Just like before, there was no answer at all. Maybe I really should rest. It is just exhaustion, I thought. But a surprising thing happened again. The wardrobe door suddenly opened without anyone opening it. I see a black shadow in the cupboard facing the bed. I started in horror and with the help of light from outside. Finally, the shadow can be come to see. How surprised I was when I looked at the black shadow. I howled like a wolf. Suddenly, she darted towards me and strangled my neck. The shadow is me! Her face is very similar to mine. The Yulia-Dear diary (recorded)