Novel & Cerita Rumah Dimas

Lucas went to Domus Malum and searched for his clients’ application. He knew his Father will come at the weak ones, just like what he did to Mrs. Hathaway, but he was also torn thinking that his Father might come at those evil-spirited and use them against him or to other people.

"So how come you're here. Who brought you?" "My roommate," I said matter of factly. "He is such a gentleman," Chris said, sarcastically. "Why didn't he show you around? I'm sure you haven't been in this house before." "I'm going to get a drink," I told him and went to find something.

"Please follow me." She led them down the hall and opened a door. It was a small room, dimly lit and cold. In the middle of the room was a bed covered with a white sheet. Mom stopped at the doorway. Her eyes locked on the sheet. Her lips shook violently, but no sound came out. Dad walked forward. Each step looked like it cost him everything. He reached out. The moment his fingers touched the sheet, he drew back. Then he forced himself to reach again.