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
One police car and one ambulance were parked in Isabelle's yard. It wasn't long before two medics came out of Isabelle's house to take the body in a plastic bag. Neighbors gathered to see what was going on. They whispered to each other. Isabelle wept silently. Surprised by what he saw. Anna, her son's baby sitter, died with all of her organs out of place and a deep bite on her neck. Terrifying. Karen comes to Anna's house to calm her down. He brought Emily to his house to avoid unwanted things. Meanwhile Isabelle went to the police station to make a report. A week after it happened, Isabelle decided to stop working at the restaurant. He again applied for a job in an office with a much higher salary. But he will be very busy, maybe even working overtime. For him being a single parent is not a problem. As long as the money flows smoothly, all can be overcome.  
The car is moving at a moderate speed. As planned, he invites Emily to stop by the ice cream shop. A roadside shop that is not too crowded. The Maura Ice Cream logo is written above the door. The bell rang as soon as the door was pushed. They chose a seat near the window. A man wearing a maid uniform came over to say hello. He handed Stephanie the menu book. Stephanie offers Emily what kind of ice cream she likes. But Emily seems still angry. He refused to speak. Stephanie's patience was tested a little. Honestly, he's not the patient type. Not wanting to embarrass him, he chose to hold back his annoyance at the little girl in front of him. Stephanie ordered a medium sized chocolate caramel and strawberry vanilla ice cream. The waiter took his order and came back to the back. Not long after he returned with Stephanie's order. "Thank you." &nbs