My father is a psychopath

I looked out the window of my room, I saw my father carrying the shovel. I see tears streaming down his face. His sobs were muffled, coming out of his mouth heavily and raspy. He lifted the shovel up high, then thrust it to the ground. The spade's eyes tore at the ground as if it were fresh meat. Shortly afterwards the rain poured all over the land, but my father kept digging nonstop.

I who saw the strange event was amazed. The suspicion, curiosity, and fear in me were mixed. I ventured to find out actually what event happened. With fear, I slowly opened the door of my room. The condition of the house at that time was very dark and quiet made my neck hair stand on end. Suddenly the sound of the door opening and the sound of steps leading into my house. I rushed to hide to the side of the decoration rack so I could not be seen spying.

On that dark and lonely night there was a sound of lightning striking so loudly that I was shocked and accidentally knocked over the decorative shelves behind me. I accidentally touched my mother's favorite flower vase. Finally fell and broke apart, making a loud and shocking sound.

"Hey, kid!" Like someone is calling me from behind.

I immediately turned around and found a grandfather in all-white clothes. I approached slowly, although in my mind I was very scared. I thought the person who had entered was my father, but my guess was totally wrong, even I didn't know this old man.

"What's wrong, ma'am?" My face began to show people who are confused and full of questions. The beautiful mother just kept quiet and continued walking in a direction I didn't know. It turns out oh apparently, the mother took me to the attic of the house.

No wonder I don't know the whole room in this house because I just moved from Jakarta after finishing college to the Weleri area where my father now lives. I was surprised and confused why this mother took me to the attic of the house. When I was looking back, suddenly the old man disappeared somewhere. I was even more frightened, but because of this curiosity, I ventured to find out what was above the attic and why the grandfather led me to get here. There I saw 7 heads of beautiful women put in a hard water tube as if being preserved. I was really surprised and surprised who had beheaded the beautiful women. I'm suspicious of my father who is acting weird after a long time we haven't seen each other,

The night passed, I got flowers that are so terrible sleep. I woke up panting like someone just finished a marathon run. Maybe I had a bad dream because of last night's events that keep bothering me. Without thinking, I immediately got up from bed and rushed to my friend's house because I was uncomfortable for a long time in this house.

When I told him all the strange behavior my father was doing and what was in the attic of my house, my friend tried to calm me down.

"Don't worry Nik, I don't think your dream will come true. It could be that it's just a flower bed because you are too frightened and think weird things so you have bad assumptions about the house or your father." Rian calms me down with a low voice that is very soul-sweeping.

Spontaneously I immediately hugged Rian because I was really scared. Yes, I do feel very comfortable telling all my complaints to him. Over time, Rian also became a very wise figure in solving all problems. Apparently, I've started liking it.

I returned to the big house again. It did not change like last night, still quiet and terrible even though during the day and the sun still stood there. When I passed my father, I saw that his eyes were swollen as if he had cried all night.

"Are you okay, yeah? Why are your eyes so swollen? What happened?", I kept asking because I was curious about what actually happened.

"There's nothing to worry about, son. You just take care of your career. How? You've got a job?" My father dodged and tried to divert to another topic.

"I have applied in various companies, just waiting for the results of the interview, yeah. If so, why did my eyes become that big? Did you cry all night? Or did you stay up all night to work?" .

My father just paused while smiling. Then I began to ask again "well, when will the mother come home? What exactly does she work as she has to work at Pemalang?". My father who initially smiled, his expression immediately turned into sadness and his eyes began to glaze over. I was more surprised because not one word came out of his mouth.

"Forgive father, son. To be honest, your mother has actually come home since a week ago." The look on my father's face began to turn sad when he said it.

I was increasingly confused by the answer because my mother was not at home while I was home and my father initially said that she was working and assigned to Pemalang.

"What do you mean by going home? Apparently Niki didn't see the mother figure for 2 days after Niki came back here." I was more confused and wondered.

"Your mother has returned home. She is calm in heaven." My father said the sentence with a heavy tone like having a very deep mistake. I was shocked and still could not believe because no one told him about this news.

"Then why did you leave because of that, yeah? Was he sick in his old age?" I feel very sad because I just found out this news now.

"You don't need to know why. Do you want to overtake your mother?" Asked my father who looked at me with his eyeballs almost coming out while thrusting a knife towards me.

I was shocked and I immediately tried to run away from him. I tried to fight physically even though I had to fight my own father, but I had to put up a fight to stay alive.

After I managed to escape, I immediately called the police and told all the events and oddities in the house. It turned out that the police stated that my father was a psychopath after losing my mother. Every day he kills 1 beautiful woman and he preserves his face to be looked at, while his body is buried in the yard. I am still grateful that I was given the opportunity to live and be free from my depressed father and being a psychopath.