My name is Atlanta , I am now eighteen years old . I never had parents you mean I know he's not my father, just call him Dady. That cold man. I never even chatted like a child with him. Talking about my school life , like parents in general his name is David , a man with a firm jaw and a sharp gaze . Generally around thirty years approx. Because I work, David looks very young if he has children my age His face, I think he is quite handsome, because yes you know he always brings women who change and change I always see women coming, but never see them go home, maybe they come home in the middle of the night , when I sleep , I do not care Since childhood , David always forbade me to go to that room , the room near the basement . I always wanted to know , without asking him directly , why he never let me there . But in the end , I ventured to ask him . " Why can not I go there ? " I asked At that time David looked at me blankly , his hazel eyes looked very dark and I was afraid to see him like that . I regretted having dared to ask that. David stroked my jet black hair, saying, "Those who enter there can only enter, but cannot get out," he said in his deep voice, which was emphasized to make a small voice like a faint whisper. At that time I did not understand what it meant. So I ignored what he said. I heard it, and always heard it, but I always pretended to close my eyes. I don't want to get involved. David had forbidden me , so I did not want to take the risk . Besides, David and I weren't that close that I could easily find out. Screams, moans, and strange voices came from down there, faintly, as if calling me not to close my eyes anymore. As if someone was asking me for help. When I was ten years old, my curiosity peaked. I ventured into the forbidden room, accompanied by the tinkling of the antique clock bell, as well as the cold night atmosphere. , I took a peeking position from the ventilation gap , I called the red room , David there , was struggling with the sharp knife . And Started to skin the woman he just brought a few hours ago I cried , without a sound , my legs felt weak even just to walk to my room . I'm scared, really scared. I couldn't believe what I was saying. From that moment on, I knew David was a psychopath. I jogged towards the yard of the three-story house, because of the sudden downpour of rain without warning. I grabbed the doorknob , ready to enter the house . But my intention stopped , when I felt something odd " The door is not locked ? " I whispered softly . He came , I said to myself After a long time , he came back I was silent for a long time . Confused to decide whether to enter or not. If I come in, I have to say hello, right? I looked at the small puddle that was accidentally there as a result of my soaking wet body I felt the cold air touch my skin . Cold . I have to go in , even though it feels really awkward later . Or I'll just go, and get wet when he's gone. But I can't go to Sandra or Cameron's house with a body like this. Surely no taxis or buses accept wet passengers like this. I gripped the doorknob tightly , and began to open it slowly and slowly . I poked my head inside , peeked a little , to see if he was there . I mean he was there , David was sitting on the couch , he was staring at me , our eyes met Making me reflexively hold my breath . I quickly closed the door of Adult R for me in my heart , really , can I usually close the door again after looking at him . How can I log in after doing that ? For the umpteenth time , I just stared at the puddles below me , also the rain that seemed to be getting heavier , my fingers also started to wrinkle because of the cold . Now what ? The door suddenly opened, making me jump in surprise,

David then appeared from behind him " What are you doing here ? " the deep voice asked . Without an expressionless tone I lowered my eyes , not daring to look at him " Good afternoon Ak " before I could continue my speech , the sound of footsteps sounded far away . I lifted my head , saw David 's back walking away David was seen walking towards the kitchen , great ! This is my chance to run to my room which is located on the second floor. After all, I've already said hello. Blame him if he doesn't hear me. While on tiptoe I tried to walk quickly towards my room. Without making a sound " How old are you ? " David 's voice again jolted me in surprise , I stomped my feet that had jeans Then turned to him , with a hesitant motion of course " Yes ? " I asked asking for a repeat of his question David walked to the sofa , while carrying a glass that I don't know contains what . " I know you heard him " he said , which managed to make me cry in my heart for the umpteenth time . Because it made me even more awkward in front of him " Eighteen " I said almost in a whisper , to David who was watching the outside through the large glass window . He took a sip of something in his glass , and I was still waiting for him to tell me to go upstairs . David cast his gaze back at me . Staring deep into my eyes, I don't know what to find there. Seconds passed by , we continued to stare into each other 's hazel eyes . His hazel eyes look dark from this distance . I can not even take my eyes off of him . Really , he hypnotizes me . Locked my eyes to keep staring at him. I want to turn away, but it doesn't matter "You grow as I want" he said, followed by the sound of thunder that barked strongly, as well as my heartbeat which seemed to rumble because of it.