Village Horror Stories Collection
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“Huaaaghh!” A man burps while drinking khamar staggering in the middle of the market.
“People in this market don't know it's lucky. It's good I offered myself as a security guard, instead of paying more, even a little!” he said keep poking me.
“The person every day the market always roams around in a drunken manner, even without something clearly randomizing the wares of others. Did no one drive him away,” whispered a female buyer to a shirt seller around it.
“Home is not far from here, he's a villager here too. Some of our residents have often reprimanded him not to be frankly drunk like that, but never heard,” replied the man selling clothes.
“Say people here. Though his family includes people who are, dear people it is bad he has not helped,” said a woman next to him who sells sandals.
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Otherside. A fishmonger looks pensive, sitting while occasionally rubbing his hair, looking at his trade that is still a lot. While the same next door stall selling fish looks the merchandise has begun to run out.
The drunken man suddenly laughed at the fish dealer who looked restless and uneasy. He approached while continuing to chug his khamar.
“Huaghhh!” He deliberately swagged on the side of the fish-seller's face.
“Asking for rations bro, you haven't paid any security money today.”
“Go, I haven't made any money today,” replied the slow fishmonger without seeing the drunk.
“That's your business! sour face base hahaha!” The drunk laughed loudly.
He again burped on the side of the fishmonger's face while continuing to laugh. “You know what you have in common with that fish?” tanyanya while holding one fish.
The fish seller was silent, still without even looking at the drunk. Knowing that the drunk looks upset.
“Cih .. You know what this fish is the same as you ha! you both smell stupid!” he shouted while breaking into his merchandise until it fell.
Even throwing the fish hit the chest of the fish salesman who still looks silent. Some people in the market began to notice both.
Not stopping there, before leaving he still had time to pry the head of the fish seller with his hands, then passed away just like that while continuing to laugh.
“Awas!” shouted those who saw the fish dealer swing a machete, about to slash the drunk's back. Hearing that shout, the drunkard immediately looked back.
*krakks
The tebesan was right on his face. Even the golok detached from the grasp of the fish seller. The plumber was immediately strayed back with splashes of blood splashing into several merchant stalls.
Like a possessed person, the fishmonger also pulled the machete and continued to swing it to the face and body of the drunkard who had died instantly.
People who witnessed the incident ran away, afraid of being attacked by fish sellers who continued to slash blindly, until some parts of his body were cut off by several pieces.
Now the drunk's face was completely shattered with his head cut off, and blood soaked the street in the market.
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Now the news was up to his family, making two members of his family seem confused thinking about how it should be.
“Kan told me Mah, Dad better put in a crazy hospital than he keeps making trouble in this village!” said a teenager.
“But son, your father is not crazy, so it is impossible to be like that,” replied the mother.
“Then why don't we just put him in jail!” the reply looks upset.
“Astagfirullah Son, it's your own father, it's not appropriate for you to talk like that.” His mother looked sad to make him bow.
“Alright now should how to the problem of handling the body of this father, if this is the case, the residents will definitely push hard, if the father is buried in our village.”
“Let's just that I have an acquaintance in one of the villages far from here, we will ask a friend of mother so that your father can be buried there, he said,” replied his mother stared confidently at her son who had now begun to calm down.
