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
Seeing that I did not want to waste the opportunity. I quickly grabbed the sword that was on the table and pushed the damn clown to the ground. Unfortunately, before I could swing the sword, the clown turned around and grabbed my ankle, knocking me down. I tried to grab the sword that was thrown not far away. Unfortunately the clown stepped on my foot. Made me scream with all my might. The clown fell on the floor. Apparently Emily pushed him. He looked at the clown with anger with his eyes burning red. Makes me afraid to see my own daughter. Wasting no time, I stood up and carried Emily. Forget the damn swords and clowns. Exit the room by running non-stop without looking back again. I could hear Laura's voice in my head. But the sound is not so clear, my feet are busy running. I opened the main door of the building. Getting out of that place seemed to get freedo
Sick. Maybe it's not enough to express how disappointed I am to my best friend and husband. They have the heart to play behind my back. Even though I've always tried to be a good friend and wife to them. Doesn't Stephanie remember when I helped her the first time she entered college? Several senior students bullied him for looking so geeky. Made the other students mock and laugh at Stephanie until she cried in the bathroom. As a friend I felt angry to see her treated like that. Bravely and without thinking about the risk, I came to face the three arrogant girls who bullied her. Made me and the girl gang leader fight until it ended in the lecturer's room. My tears fall. My world seemed to have collapsed. It's hard for me to believe all this. Hoping what I saw was just a dream. Still trying to suggest myself, Stephanie couldn't have done something this bad. But reality den
We entered the house in a hurry. "Is that mirror in Emily's room?" Laura asked. "Yes." "Where?" "The second floor." We climbed the stairs quickly. John who was in the front opened the door to Emily's room roughly. I was astonished to see it. It's true that the mirror is still in the same place, but that's not what I meant. Instead, the mirror's surface was covered in blood. There was a fishy smell when we entered. I can feel the chills down my spine looking at the mirror. Because John was in a hurry, he didn't have time to think about bringing his equipment. He asked me to prepare three candles. As per instructions, I immediately went downstairs and headed for the kitchen. Luckily, there are still candles at home. I quickly grabbed some candles and a lighter and went back upstairs. John accepted it and lit a candle in fro