Scary, lonely and made my neck stand up when I first saw the new house.
Yes, we stayed temporarily at my aunt's house before we got the lease. That afternoon we all ended up moving into our new rented house, the stench, the smell of an uninhabited house for years. "what smell is this?" "Smell!" my sister said. I can only be silent "well, what else, we have to stay here", I thought.
My one month here. But my fear has not disappeared, as if someone keeps watching me in this house. But I do not know who it is, I can only feel without seeing it. "Tye", my dad called me. "Please massage me", he said again. Then I woke up, when it was one o'clock. Yes my father has been sick for a long time, and almost every night we took turns massaging the father. And today it's my turn to massage her, when it's 2 o'clock when I just finished massaging my dad.
I returned to my room to sleep, when I entered my room. I feel someone is following me from behind. I turned my face, but no one. Quickly I ran to my room, I turned on the lights of my room. But suddenly "tuk!", The lights in my room broke up and could not turn on. My heart beat faster, cold sweat running down my forehead, and I felt the wind blowing my ears. Quickly I closed my eyes, I want the day immediately bright.
"kreeekkk ..... kreeekkk .....", my heart gets harder, I feel someone crawling on the attic. I am afraid, but I want to know. I then opened my eyes slowly, but, I was shocked by what I saw. I want to scream and run, but my tongue and feet feel stiff and unable to move. A long-haired, white woman walked to her feet. Her long, dark nails touched my legs, my hands were so deep and crawling on my mattress. I can only close my eyes. My mind is empty, Slowly I feel the touch of the hand away from me. I then opened my eyes slowly, and I could not close my eyes until dawn.
Two months after the incident my father died. We lost the figure who became role models for us. 7 days after my father died, our family decided to relocate.
One month later, a friend of mine told me that the house I live in was a former home for murder. He told me a few years ago there was a maid killed by robbers at home. The house was emptied by the owner until we occupied the house. At first I did not believe in my friend's story, but he brought a newspaper last year, a photograph of my former lease with the words "There has been a cruel murder of a housemaid."
Could it be that the figure of a woman who walks that ngesot is the spirit of a maid who was killed? it was the creepy moment I've ever experienced.
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