"Aaaah!"  She could clearly see whose hand was holding her brother.  But she couldn't see who was behind the curtain of the bat tube.  Either human or ghost.  She didn't want to imagine it.  With one tug, Stacy tried to get out of her grip.  One pull, two pulls, up to a third time, then the hand left her leg.  She quickly ran and entered her room.  Lock the door quickly.  From her face he looked very surprised and scared.  Try to take a breath and calm down.  She got up from the bed and walked towards the door.  Slowly opened it and looked around.  The bathroom door was still open.  There was no one there or anything that came out of that place.  Stacy climbed the stairs carefully while still looking around.  She knocked on Emily's room.  The girl didn't answer.  But Emily's unlocked door made it easy for Stacy to open it.  A little girl is s

Stacy accompanied the order and placed it on the table.  Eat it without intending to offer it to Emily.  The little girl was just silent while holding her stomach.  Unable to hold back his hunger, she asked Stacy for a slice of pizza.  Stacy glanced at her sharply.  Then forced to give one to her and told to go back to the room.  Emily saw two drinks near the pizza box.  She wanted to ask, but was diligent if the nanny would give the drink.  Sensing Emily was still in place, Stacy snapped at her.  The little girl was frightened and returned to the room in tears.  She closed the door, placing the burgers on the table.  Gone is the hunger.  She wanted to call her mother, but it was impossible.  The telephone is on the first floor.  Close to where Stacy was eating.  Of course he would forbid her to call her mother.  Because this is what she wants.  Freedom in the master's house.

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

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

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.