The Supernatural Street..

Ah shit, this story is so scary! "
I threw the book I had read into the side of the mattress in my room, every word that was published on the book of the story successfully make my hair bristle bristling. How come? The book tells of the mysterious killing of a child my age in his own home at night, when he was alone in his house. At this very moment I'm alone in my house, my parents are at work, usually they'll arrive home at ten o'clock at night, no later than eleven o'clock. The clock in my room was nine o'clock, which meant an hour later my parents would be arriving.

My handphone vibrates, a sign of an incoming call. I see my mobile phone screen listed 'mamah' ah, it was mama who called me.

"Hello mah, what's up?"
"Hello Bian, I just want to give you one more hour to get home so you do not fall asleep yes dear."
"Yes mah Bian know really."



"Oh yes make sure the door of the house and the fence should not be locked before mamah and papa until ya son!"
"Yes mah."
"Dahhh Bian."
"Dahh mamah."

Click the phone is turned off, ah thank goodness with this I so feel more calm than before. Yes, I am used to being left by my parents. They set out while I was still asleep in the morning and came back when my eyes began to drowsy, and even my parents did not come home once their work duties were heavily piled up. Sometimes I feel lonely and desperately need them especially when the night comes, but I prefer silence rather than whining like a baby.

At nightfall the atmosphere inside my house became very quiet. The voices of people who always heard outside the house as the sun still seemed to suddenly disappear as the night came. I wanted to make it fast for the morning, but it was not possible because I was not a timer.

Krekkk the main door of my house sounds a sign that someone is coming in. I see the clock is still half past ten, it's impossible mama who come home at this hour. Situations like this scare me and why is it like in the book I've been reading? I threw the book further, I cursed it for bringing me into fear of a very real hallucination. I climbed out of the mattress to pick up a pair of scissors on my mother's dressing table and steady my steps toward the main door of my house.

There's no one here, I'm sure it was just my hallucination and even the door is still tightly closed without any previous signs open. But ... sreett oh no why this? Why does my neck hurt? And why my head feels light, I can not feel my body. From here I can see my body fall, too much blood and what is this thing that is in front of me? Ah, that's my foot is the sole of my feet. Aw my head is pulled a hand, ah yes he who lled me.

"Hello madam, I'm done."
"Good job, your money has also been transferred."
"Thank you, happy to work with you."

I still hear that a bit, my mama's voice talking to this nasty killer. Why mah? Why mamah heart to me ?.

"The child has been in, unfortunately he is not my son he is just my husband's son with his ex-wife." Said a woman.
"Next is his father, hahahaha."