Tonight they stay at the hospital. Stephanie is still in the same condition. Emily fell asleep on the sofa, while Isabelle fell asleep sitting next to Stephanie.
The uncomfortable position and the unfavorable conditions of the place made Isabelle unable to sleep well. Dizziness struck due to restless sleep.
Isabelle chose to open social media. Saw some of her friends' posts. Put react and comments. She also sees posts in the groups she follows.
Instantly her eyes fell on the post of a young woman with an account named Stacy Kate. She is looking for a job as a nanny. It just so happened that Isabelle was looking for a nanny for her child.
She called the cell phone number listed in the post. The call tone sounded three times, there was no answer from the owner of the post. Isabelle didn't give up. Maybe this is the way for her. She tried to call the number again.
Stacy accompanied the order and placed it on the table. Eat it without intending to offer it to Emily. The little girl was just silent while holding her stomach. Unable to hold back his hunger, she asked Stacy for a slice of pizza. Stacy glanced at her sharply. Then forced to give one to her and told to go back to the room. Emily saw two drinks near the pizza box. She wanted to ask, but was diligent if the nanny would give the drink. Sensing Emily was still in place, Stacy snapped at her. The little girl was frightened and returned to the room in tears. She closed the door, placing the burgers on the table. Gone is the hunger. She wanted to call her mother, but it was impossible. The telephone is on the first floor. Close to where Stacy was eating. Of course he would forbid her to call her mother. Because this is what she wants. Freedom in the master's house.
Stacy was still asleep with the blanket covering her. Apparently the cold was still able to penetrate the skin which was only covered by a thin blanket without clothes. She changed her sleeping position facing Mark who was both not wearing clothes. She turned around and hugged her lover. Hoping to get some warmth for tonight. Of course, she rarely gets this, considering she lives with her employer. It's a very rare moment for these two unmarried couples to enjoy every hot night of the bear. The sticky feeling in Stacy's hands slackened her hopes for warmth. The young girl frowned while still with her eyes closed. Slowly she opened. The light from the bedside lamp blinded her vision. Trying to gather the spirit inside to see what kind of sticky liquid sticks to the hands. "Aaaaaaa!!!" Stacy's screams echoed through the dark night. Realizing that the one currently sleepi
Two police cars were at Isabelle's house for the second time. This time they brought an unknown corpse, for Isabelle. Emily, the little girl, just said what she actually saw. Tells her mother and the police that it was Stacy who invited the man named Mark to the house. According to the identification tag found by the police in his trouser pocket, the young man's name was Marco Stefanus. He is more often called by the name Mark. He is a restaurant keeper who works freelance as well as a final year student who should have been three years ago. He did not continue his studies and prefers to live life on the streets until he ends up being a restaurant keeper. Unlike Isabelle's house. A little further away, there was an old woman's house with a crimson car that had broken windows. On the outside of the car there is a police line. Not only there, but next to her house too. In addition, two police cars were also parked in her yard. Two policemen stuffed the body of
The good news came two days later after registration. Isabelle was officially accepted to work as an editor at a publishing company. Of course, it was also thanks to the help of Stephanie, her best friend. Isabelle rushed to the office to submit her resignation letter. She can now work at home while taking care of Emily. A lucky single parent it seems. Just like her previous office job, Isabelle was busy with all kinds of incoming manuscripts. Sometimes she even forgot about Emily. The only difference is that she can work from home. There was no reason for Isabelle to slack off while the monthly bill was waiting. She did all the tasks one by one until the day without realizing it began to night. Isabella turned on the lights one by one. Then walked into the kitchen to make dinner. A small argument ensued as the two of them ate dinner. Emily forced her mother to meet her father, but the busyness that Isabelle currently had was very unlikely. What's mor
I met with Stephanie today, discussing my daughter's outrageous behavior. Even I still can't forget what happened last night, where he protested to me because she wanted to meet hiler father. It's not that I don't want to allow it, but the work that is too piled up, keeps me busy. After all, yesterday was the first day of work. I complained about a lot of things to Stephanie. My best friend was just silent without saying much. But I could see the line of the smile on her lips and the excitement she gave me. I can only say thank you for trying to cheer me up. If only she knew, all the sentences she uttered would only go into the right ear, then out in the left ear. I don't remember a single sentence from your conversation. When I said that Emily's attitude was more often confined and talked to her imaginary friend who she called Elsa, my daughter became a person who changed drastically. Instantly Stephanie's face changed. "What's going on?" "Honestly I
This is the third time the police have been in my neighborhood. Including my house. Even though the murder took place at Karen's house, the police came to my house to ask for information because I called. How surprised I was when I opened the door to the room on the second floor and found Karen's body covered in blood in a very terrible condition. It had a hole in its stomach as if something had been gnawed at it. Blood splattered on the floor and the most shocking thing was ... Emily disappeared! The police assume that Emily did all that. This is bullshit! Instantly my head became hot as soon as I heard the policewoman make such an opinion in front of my face. As a mother I do not accept. Just logic! How could a five year old child dare to commit such a sadistic murder? I did see Emily hurt Stephanie so much that she lost a lot of blood. But, come on, this is not make a sense! My tears didn't stop flowing. All the words I put out to refute th
We arrived in San Diego just as the sun had set, leaving the evening streak in the sky. A two-story wooden house stood firmly in front of us. Stephanie parked the car in the yard. There are various types of flowers that are planted neatly. Of course the owner is someone who likes gardening. We went down together. Stephanie knocked on the wooden door of the house. Very. No answer. Twice. It was only then that footsteps were heard approaching from inside the house. The door opened to reveal a man with a thin black beard and mustache. Looks very masculine. He seemed surprised by your presence. "Hi. Anything I can help?" he asked. "Hi. My name is Stephanie and this is my best friend Isabelle. Is this really the house of John and Laura, paranormal experts?" "Umm... Yes, but we haven't had a practice in a long time. Maybe you can find another place.
Jhon quickly entered a room that was separated from the room where we were sitting. He carried a box with the equipment in it. He took out a candle and an Ouija Board. John takes out a candle holder that has three placemats. One candle holder in the middle is higher than the rest of the holder. John turned on one by one and sat back down with us. Laura held the Ouija Board in front of her. She said that the board game was the medium used by Beverly and her friends to call Zorro. But she would not summon the entity. Laura asked the spirit that Walter had killed to show us the way. She rotated the placette around the board. Says the name "Sarra" and asks her to come over while turning the placette on the board. No reaction on first call. Likewise on the second call. But when the placette was in the third round, then it was cold on the terrace. It was as if there was anothe