"Your face is as pale as a corpse. Are you sick?
"Ha, Haier....”
"What's going on in the middle of the night? Don't tell me…."
No, not yet. What to say, my head is black when I'm not ready yet. Isela just wanted to die at the moment. I was dying of excessive tension. Karen was holding her back.
A scene of Karen screaming at her when she found the body in Isela's head passed by. Karen points at herself as the culprit. Isela gasped for breath.
No way. I wouldn't do that even if I was caught. You know I can't do that. A weak woman has no power like that.
"Well, you got blood on you.”
I was chilled by the way he said he was genuinely felt sorry. No, I'm looking at my skirt. No, that can't be true, but it can it can't be.
"…what do you mean, I just….”
"Should I say it myself? I know manners."
What are you talking about?
Karen's white hand holds the trembling Isela's hand and leads it gently.
"Come to my room."
“…….”
"Come on. I'll keep it a secret."
Karen smiled softly and dragged Isella into the room.
"The bell-ringing line next to the bed is connected directly to the maid's room, and you must have been very embarrassed."
Karen gently hugged Isella, who couldn't speak properly and moved stiffly, as if her mother bird were covering her eggs. Change clothes and serve tea mixed with prepared brandy.
"Really, you don't have to be sensitive about your fathers. Aren't we still old enough to enjoy exchanges, Isela?"
"Ha, Haier Young-ae... No, it's not."
Isela agonized for a moment. Is it better to be honest? I thought it was best to tell my father, but Isela was already caught on her way to Karen. And no matter what the conclusion was, it was clear that the meeting would affect later. So how far should I say it? How Karen sees herself. If an old maid has been murdered, isn't she solving it with anger? Even the deal between Lord Haier and his father is not over yet, and there is no sense of how it will affect this sensitive relationship.
"Did you see anything scary?”
"Yes, yes!"
I saw the body. My throat was cut off. The room was a sea of blood and my eyes were open, and my necklace was hanging around my neck.
"It's such an old building that sometimes ghosts come out."
Karen laughed. Isela's eyes wide open with shaking teacups are quite interesting.
"Many people suffer from hallucinations. So I've seen a lot of scary movies.”
a hallucination|a hallucination of a hallucination
Isela seemed to glow at the word. Yeah, maybe he was too tired to see anything. It was such a ridiculous sight. It's not the devil's play. It could really be a maid's prank. What he dared to say to me as a guest of his master was not an ordinary person.
"Carran Young-ae. I saw something scary in my room....”
"Such a thing."
Karen pats Isela on as if she feels sorry.
"Sir, excuse me, could you come with me?”
Karen raised Isella with a slight frown.
"Of course, but….”
“……!”
The skirt was covered with blood.
"You'd better change your skirt before that.”
Karen added for Isella, who opened her mouth.
"I guess my menstruation has started."
***
"I like you the first time."
Karen smiled as she watched Nancy sleep. The mouth is sealed with a cloth and the body is tied up.
"I have a lot of secrets, and I wanted you to listen. You watched me like my mother. This is Nancy who has been brushing my hair in the morning and telling me old stories at night for many years. As expected, you'd better be the first. I didn't mean to, but at this moment, I'm glad that you're the first monumental. I'd like to tell you a secret, but that's what it's like to be it? Even if you want to tell a secret, it's hard to say it out loud. There's no guarantee of secrecy...That's why I like you.
Whoo-hoo, sitting in a chair, pouring tea on his own and enjoying the scent. Isela's gift is quite a high quality.
"Yeah... where should I start? Actually, I didn't care about anyone. So why are you seducing me in my room?”
You wanted me to be seduced, right?
Karen giggled and stroked Nancy's head. My black straight hair is loosening. meet the dark blue eyes It's beautiful. This maid looks so beautiful. Murder was the right choice. You can enjoy many aspects of a person.
"They say they're taking a vacation because they're tired, and because of that, the other servants thought you were gone, and they ate everything I gave them... He fell asleep right away."
“…….”
So this is your fault.
Hug the face. to be warm-hearted
"You know, Nancy. I'm dreaming. For 100 years."
“…….”
Nancy's jaw-dropping face is hard to tell. It is also difficult to recognize emotions with just the eyes. The eyes just receive light and the facial expression eventually appears through the muscles. But Nancy's mouth was blocked and it was hard to guess what she was trying to say through the wrinkles around her eyes. Karen wondered what Nancy would say, but she held back. Screaming makes you in trouble.
"Yes…. For 100 years, I've been dead and again. Everyone's trying to kill me, they're trying to kill me. So I'm going to try it now. It's my first time killing myself, so I don't think I can do well, but I'll try I've been beaten a lot, so I think I can do it.”
Drop Nancy. The thick carpet absorbed the noise. She is wriggling. Karen took out one of her mufflers. The opportunity was so good. Nancy complained of Isela's rudeness, saying she had taken Karen off in the afternoon.
And I said that I went out today and bought a drink in downtown. There was a smell of weak alcohol. Nancy, who dropped by to take something because she had left it behind, said she would play for a week now and asked if she had anything to ask. There was only one request.
It was so... so good to kill.
"You killed me a few decades ago. Why did you do that? Oh, I'm not blaming you."
Cheer up, Karen gave Dulan a mix of medicine. I have no appetite for Isela's behavior during the day. It's the food that another maid put in. Nancy, who used to eat leftovers often, put food in her mouth without any doubt.
"I'm just curious. It hurt quite a bit...I've been wondering about it ever since."
But you can't hear it now....
"Can you tell me next time?”
She climbed onto Nancy's body. I can feel my heart pounding. It's a resilient body. Karen was excited about Nancy's body wriggling in between her thighs. A feeling of highness rises.
"I'll be dead next time in return."
Karen strangled Nancy.
***
Karen shuddered with excitement as she recalled the moment. The moment could only be described as true love. The tremor that reaches beyond the cloth, the sense that dominates others. Fate killed himself 100 times because of the sense of joy.
And another woman is trying to entertain herself. I wanted to kiss Isella with anticipation. All of these characters are so lovely. What are you gonna do, huh? Will he scream? Are you going to find that smart father? Does it ring for the missing Raymond?
"Don't be afraid."
"…yes."
Isela was walking leaning on Karen's hand. There's nothing to be afraid of! I'm not going to kill you right now! Because I'll go to your mansion later and kill more, more! There are too few people in this house...I couldn't stand the chirping laughter.
"I... really. I'm going to do something weird....”
"Yes."
Karen replied kindly to Isella. With a smile.
The smile seemed to Isela like a kind sister who took care of a frightened child. Isela was childish and hated the woman she wanted to be superior to, but at this moment she was fascinated by Karen's smile. Karen's smile really seemed like a goddess's smile, promising Isella that she didn't have to worry about anything.
"There's nothing to be afraid of.”
You forget your fear.
Open the door.
***
"Really, I don't know what kind of fantasy I saw."
Clothes and beds dirty with menstrual blood created fantasies. The body, which is sensitive to menstruation, pillows, necklaces and hats that the maid accidentally left behind were combined to deceive Isela. Isela was relieved that she could not be humiliated by others by visiting her father and being scolded or screamed.
Isela sat on the bed sighing.
He seemed to be embarrassed by the blood. And there was a necklace and a hat. Isela picked up her necklace, which she had been looking for so much. He saw it wrong because he was tired and bleeding all day long. It was obvious. Isela grabbed the necklace tightly and turned to Karen. He saw it wrong. Everything. Isela was relieved.
"I apologize. Haier Young-ae."
“…….”
"I want to sleep in the other room, can I go to the next room?”
“.......”
But Karen didn't say anything. Karen had a slightly scary face. Isela called Karen.
"Hire?"
"Fortunately... Yes, of course. The next room is empty, so you can go there. I'll have the maids clean this room up tomorrow."
percussion
Karen opened the door of the next room to guide Isela.
"Please use this room."
"Thank you."
Isela, who found relief after fear, felt close to Karen. I wanted to talk more, but Karen closed the door saying it was late at night. Isela closed her eyes with a necklace in her hand. I'll never lose it again. ID Raymond. When can I see you? It's because I'm nervous and tired. I miss you.
“........”
As expected, the maid was not decapitated. Did he care about his fingernails? Isela went to sleep saying that she should ask the maid to give her anything as an apology. It was such a tiring and painful day.
***
Karen closed the door and sank like Icella just before.
The body disappeared.
Karen Haier always recognized that she was crazy.
So the fact could not be a new twist. It was also mindful of the natural idea that a person who had lived a hundred years of stagnation could not be sane, and that he could be a mere delusional patient.
If you are fascinated by the old epistemology, you can't do anything. So the first thing Karen felt about the fact that there were no bodies was not fear or embarrassment.
"…thoroughly."
It was anger.
It's mine! Who dares to do this? How can you be so cruel! Why are you making me so boring?
Karen wanted to see Isela faint with fear. I wanted to see Icella, who was scared of the raw fear, not being dragged down by men at the very least. Curse up, pray, be astounded, hang on. Like me! But who, what's bothering you? You don't have any suggestions or advice!
Karen got angry at something unknown first and then turned to herself.
If you are not God, others, or other external factors, you should punish yourself if you are crazy and seeing fantasies. You should blame yourself for your hair. Karen vented her anger on herself.
Bang!
I hit my head against the wall.
Blood is flowing. I feel pain. If he said he was crazy, he wanted to see at least the fantasy he wanted. If this is hallucination, the only punishment you can give yourself is self-inflicted.
Boom!
I felt the skin on my forehead was torn. I want to end it voluntarily. It'll eventually return to the garden of a while ago. No, I've never succeeded, so I'll end up on the bed for a year and go back.