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
The ticking of the clock on the wall resounded throughout the room. The time has shown 12:43 AM. But the girl was still there. In the darkness of the room, she sat beside the bed with her hands on her knees. Her teeth chattered with glaring eyes staring at the closet. Fear seems to be aware of what is in it. Not. Do not advise her to turn on the light. It wasn't that she didn't want to do it, but that far more terrible things would happen if the lights were turned on. Her body was sure to be crushed by her stepfather's cruel beating. Back to the story. The girl was still there, in the same place. The fear in her grew when the closet door began to swing. As if something wanted to get out of there. Slowly... very slowly. But it was enough to make the two braid-haired girl's heart beat violently with fear. 'Krieettt!' The door opened very slowly. T
We arrived at a shop selling seasonal supplies. Usually shops like this only sell items according to the ongoing theme. For example, during the month of Halloween, they will sell spooky equipment for home decorations and also horror costumes for children and adults. Meanwhile, at Christmas, they will sell a Christmas tree and its decorations for decoration and also wrapped gifts. Generally, the gifts contain children's toys. Emily got out of the car happily. He talks a lot, planning to buy the scariest Halloween costume. I smiled at his behavior. We entered the shop that said "Jamie's Store" at the top of the door. When the door opened, a bell rang. Many children and adults are shopping here. Look for their individual needs. I took one of the trolleys. Emily ran to the costume department. Various kinds of costumes are sold there. Some are just hung, some are mounted on a
We sat together at the dining table. Emily looked beautiful even though she was wearing an Annabelle costume. I do it with my make-up. We ate in silence. Emily just rummaged through her food without getting excited. "Emily, what's going on?" "I miss daddy." I sighed, "I know want you feel. But this is the best for us." "Can we meet with daddy?" I paused, "I am not sure." "Why is Mommy so mean? Why did Mommy choose to separate from Daddy?!" Emily looked angry. "Emily, you're still a kid. You shouldn't have said that!" "I hate mommy!" "What?!" Emily slammed the fork and spoon on the plate and ran up the stairs. He must have gone into his room. I took another deep breath. Holding my head with both hands. Oh God! I lost my appetizer. Wondering if everything I did was w
The night was getting late, one by one the children returned to their respective homes. Some neighbors seem to have started to close the door. Emily approached me and said she was very tired and sleepy. I smiled and picked up. Some children are still playing outside. I left the bowl of candy outside. Let them take as they please. I took Emily inside and closed the door. Climb the stairs to take him to the room. Emily asked me to read her a bedtime story. I took the storybook from the drawer. I bought this book last week on an online site. The book, entitled Olive and The Wishing Star by Jennifer Decker, is indeed very good and suitable for children. Having just read a few pages, Emily was already fast asleep. I kissed his forehead. Covered neatly. Turn off the main light so that only the night light is on, then leave it alone. Night's getting late. &n
I've visited several offices, hoping they'd open a job opening for me. In fact, everything is not as expected. They refused for various reasons. I wanted to give up, but that was impossible. Considering my dwindling savings. I also don't want to rely on Carlos' money. He only gave money out of pity. Totally unreliable. Besides, if it weren't for Emily, I wouldn't have taken any money from her. I stopped the car at a gas station. Refuel and stop there for a while. One what? I have visited three companies. There is one vacancy left, but this is not an office, but a factory that makes pickles. It does not matter. Like I said, if this could really provide for Emily and me, I would. I started the car again. Head to the factory. The car is moving at a moderate speed. I reached the place in the afternoon. Confidently meet the HRD of the factory.
I visited the home of an employment agency. He channeled women who wanted to work as caregivers for both the elderly and children. 'Knock Knock' A woman in a maid uniform came to open the door. "Hi, how I can help you?" "Hi. I want to meet with Mrs. Jennifer." "Have you made an appointment with him?" "Sure!" "Okay wait a minute." He closed the door and left us. Soon the woman returned. "Come in. The madam is waiting." "Alright. Thanks." She guides us to a room. "He's inside." "Thanks." 'Knock Knock' "Come in." I opened the door and entered his room. Looks like a room like a private office. I introduced myself again and explained what I meant. Mrs. Jennifer handed me a book with a list of women who had registered as caregivers.
"Where am I?" she asked. The girl looked around. There is no one but him. There are only shrubs and trees. He kept looking around as he walked forward. "Hello. Anyone here?!" he shouted. But no one answered. "What the hell is this place?" He kept wondering in his heart. Guess what this place is. He saw a building with him. A building with faded colors. Anna walked closer. He looked at the building curiously. Thinking what stupid human would build a building in a place like this. Footsteps walked up the stairs in front of the building. Slowly but surely, he touched the handle on the double door in front of him, then pushed it gently. Dark. Drawn in the room in front of him. There was no one there but him. "Hello! Anyone here?" Anna's voice echoed throughout the room. &n