One night, the wind slowly blew leaves, making a rustling sound in the middle of the dark night.
"father..."
A small voice called out to me through the dim light in the room.
"Ah. Yes, son ??" I replied while turning to my son, who suddenly woke me up at midnight.
"can I sleep with you?"
He said, rubbing his sleepy eyes.
"Of course son, why not." I answered with half sleepy eyes. My son lay next to me and I hugged him, he said he wanted to listen to stories before bed. I was very forced to tell stories while fighting my very, very sleepy.
In between I was telling stories to my child I suddenly felt something touch my back gently, I suddenly realized and felt something breathing behind me.
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"Um ... Daddy ... can you stop talking? I can't sleep."
I, who was shocked at that time, immediately looked behind my back where the voice came from. I saw my son who was almost crying because he couldn't sleep, and I realized from the start my son was sleeping with me.
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When I realized something was wrong but it was too late. I felt something wet in my arms, something wet, sticky and had a slight fishy smell. Suddenly I heard a terrifying voice. The hoarse little boy's voice came from something I was hugging.
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"Dad ... can you continue the story?"
The kid with big round eyes and bright red color with a very big grin. Her bloodied face and terrifying eyes stared at me with a terrifying gaze.
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The next day, I woke up from my sleep shivering. I try to reach whatever I can reach to help me up. "Ah ... God ... my bones hurt. Wait, how could I be here." Instantly I woke up and was in a dark room which turned out to be the cellar of my house. I was surprised and immediately walked and rushed to the main room, of course, to find my son Timmy.
"Tim ... dear. I'm sorry, it looks like my father is sleeping while walking" I said as I walked up the stairs to the main room, but I didn't hear Timmy return my calls.
"Team??" I walked to his room, I saw him talking to himself and occasionally heard him giggling.
"Um..Timmy, who are you talking to?" I asked as I entered his room, my son's expression was a little surprised because of my arrival. "No dad ... I didn't talk to anyone" he said lying, this was the first time he lied to me.
"Dear Tim ... I know that you miss Mom, but you know that lying is not good?"
I said, staring and grabbing his shoulders. I hurriedly left him in the room and prepared breakfast for him.
Maybe this is how difficult it is to be a single parent, I really know that kid wouldn't lie if he wasn't scared. Since my wife's death 3 years ago, he left me and little Timmy when he was 2 years old.
"Ah..maybe normal for a 5 year old child to have such high delusions"
I thought to myself, still remembering Timmy chattering to himself in his room.
# 7:45 AM
"Tim ... come here kid. Let's have breakfast"
I said a little screaming. Immediately I heard small footsteps running across the second floor. I immediately returned to the dining room and to my surprise I found Timmy sitting eating dry bread and cream soup with gusto.
"Tim? Since when were you there?"
I asked him.
"Since dad called earlier I immediately ran from dad's tv room. I'm afraid you will be angry with Timmy again."
He spoke the words with teary eyes. I hugged him immediately to explain that I was not angry.
"Dad loves you Timmy ..."
I said, kissing her forehead.
# 08.00 AM
Timmy and I were getting ready to go to my family's shop. The shop was a gift from my late father. Even though it's just a small shop, it's enough to support us both. I put Timmy in the car and put a seat belt on him. When I started driving, I remembered what happened at home.
"Who was in Timmy's room this morning"
I muttered to myself, I shuddered a little because the incident the night before a child woke me and his face was so crushed, that it makes more sense how I could be in the warehouse when I woke up. When I looked into the mirror to see how Timmy was behind, I saw him chuckling like someone whispered a joke to him.
"Timmy ... what are you doing."
He was shocked and seemed to stare at something beside him then nodded slowly.
"I'm talking to brother."
He said softly and looked grim,
"team..it is not good talking to something that is not real."
I said while parking the car in the shop garage, Timmy started to cry
"He's real daddy .. he's my brother. He said that if you don't love him so you pretend not to see him"
he said again, crying. I immediately got out of the car and took Timmy into the shop.
"Hello Aunt Merry." My greeting to my shop assistant is my neighbor who I think of like my own parents, she has been a waitress since my family still lives in this shop, which has now been converted into a complete shop.
# 08.30 AM
I tried to calm Timmy who was still crying since the conversation in the car earlier. Maybe because tired of crying Timmy fell asleep on my lap, I laid him down on the sofa in my study. Shortly after laying Timmy down I heard someone knock on my door. "Josh ...?" A familiar voice called out to me, which was none other than Aunt Merry's voice. I rushed to open the door and saw Aunt Merry was holding Timmy who was still sobbing.
"How could you leave Timmy in Josh's garage?"
Said Aunt Merry.
"But bi. I just put you to sleep on the sofa earlier."
I tried to explain to Aunt Merry, Aunt Merry frowned and tried to peek at the sofa.
"What do you mean? This is Timmy right in front of you. Here take care of him, he was crying himself in the garage earlier. You seem exhausted Josh, try to take a break."
I also took Timmy from Merry's aunt.
"Dad ... don't leave me. Forgive Timmy, bad timmy made dad angry. But Alex said he's my brother, he really has a father. Earlier my own father took him in, but dad left me alone."
Timmy's words made me shiver even more with fear. When I tried to look at the sofa where I put 'Timmy' earlier, I immediately saw the child. The child who was bothering me last night, he grinned and crept upside down at me while muttering vague words, but I heard one word that I understood a little. "Kill him" the sentence made me run to take Timmy outside the shop building. At that time I began to realize that what Timmy had said was not a joke, the supernatural being was after Timmy. My only child,
"But who is alex? Why is he bothering me and Timmy?"
I muttered to myself, with all my confusion, I went to the garage and said goodbye to Aunt Mery "My aunt and Timmy seem to have to go back to the house. I left the shop, don't forget to lock it. Thank you bi" I hurried to drive my car back home. to the house.