The man's wife, the daughter's mother, had died several years ago during the birth of their child; the daughter have never seen her beloved mother except from the taken photo of the day her father and mother graduated and then, married. The daughter was already 12 years of age, starting her highschool life.511Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa5c65EWRmO
And so, the father and his daughter have moved to another house, where they'll be permanently staying until the father's only child was done being raised by him. On their first day of living a new home, they made their basic preparations. On the second day, they dealt with what they're going to do in their daily life, be it the daughter enrolling to a new school and the father, taking care of shifting to another job or, perhaps not. The third day within the morning they started their life... and as well as giving a "life" to their new home.511Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv7kKvRmUxO
The snow had started descending from the sky, coating their home and their neighbors houses and cars and streets outside. Cold atmosphere spread even in the inside of their home that, in that day of morning, the father brewed a coffee and made a warm cup of cocoa chocolate for his daughter as their beverage in their brunch.
Not so long when they heard a honk coming from the outside, signaling the daughter to jerk and quickly put on her leather boots and go outside, after breathing out a yell. "Daddy, I'm going now!"
"Alright, have fun!" The father yelled, was about to be finished with his cleaning rituals in the bathroom.
Several, but didn't took long, minutes later, there was a knock on the door just as he was done. Trotting over, he reached out for the door of their house to open it. An average man yet looking so senile, with a midget height yet with heavy built was revealed, with his hands a can and 3 different sizes of brush and a paint roll. The father's eyes seemed to sparkled upon seeing the painter.511Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOhFpJyHR0v
"You're right on time." He said with a smile. "Please, come in."511Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgc4s48vAq1
The painter gave him a nod as he came inside, started looking around. Its eyes seemed blank, as though he was looking rather farther away.511Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx97zshGb4E
"Have a sit for a moment. Want a drink?"511Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYLtYFaPOU7
The painter swayed his head to look at the father, staring eerily at him. "I will paint your room now."511Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMOknoZYers
The father tilted his head slightly backwards, politely replying, "Ah, already? Well then, over here."
The father ushered the painter upstairs then into a sturdy room. A pile of cardboard boxes partly filled the space, only to add the vacuous feeling to the uncolored room.
"This is the room of my daughter." The father informed the painter. "Do tell me when you are done."
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It was for 2 hours and a half that the father managed to read the morning's newspaper, working something that regards to his job in the computer and, readying a set of two meals for the upcoming afternoon, as well as preparing a cool ice tea and a sandwich for his additional gratitude to the painter other than giving him payment in cash.
It was at the right time that the painter walked out from the room, seeming that he was about to take his leave. The father questioned him with a hint of politeness in his tone. "Done, right? I've prepared an icy drink and a sandwich for you. Please do take them before you leave."
"No, thank you." The painter replied a bit too early. "I've done what I have to do and that is, enliven the room. Please enjoy viewing at it while it lasts."
The painter said in a way he bid farewell as he left the house in a very rigid manner. After a moment of reluctance, the father walked toward her daughter's room to take a look. Instead of seeing it with delight on behalf of his daughter, he frowned in confusion when he gathered some things from his senses.511Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGeCPdttzF6
First came into him was the smell. Not a usual intense smell of a drying paint but rather contagious and of very bad odour.511Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxejgeQmEhQ
Next was the sight of the paint color. It was the color of what his daughter want it to, but it was smeared rather thickly and dark.
He was about to make his own investigation of the paint when a sudden ringtone startled him. He picked it up quickly. A voice of a female spoke up from the other end. Surprisingly, this made the father internally nervous, having a feeling that he may not like where this is going.511Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJFXz5h8yjB
"Hello? Is this Mr. Castello? I'm Riza Edrun. I called you today because your daughter, Marie, isn't here in school today."511Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuJN8Qg5Rn4
"What?! But she already left--"511Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0e7gsYvlO8
He didn't finish himself speaking.511Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1l69aZu7dZ
"Mr. Castello? Is there something wrong? Mr. Castel.."511Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFnFTuyq8OL
He let go of the phone which produced a loud thud while he began to shake. He was trembling.511Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡORM1CsJeIT
"I've done what I have to do and that is, enliven the room. Please enjoy viewing at it while it lasts."511Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5IWZayg5p5
He dropped his knees, staring wide-eyed in utter shock and disbelief, looking at what's distinct in front of him..511Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXE7hZxqzeG
"Please enjoy viewing at it while it lasts."511Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡluZspKWS5i
Walls smeared with blood.511Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGi9VuDkujT
