Rumah Tak Kasat Mata Novels & Stories

I woke up with a terrible headache. My vision was a bit blurry and it took me a few seconds before I could clearly see my surroundings. When I checked the place, it was unfamiliar to me. And the vibe of the house was quite peculiar. The house was made of wood just like its furniture, it looked like whoever lives here only kept the necessities; there was no décor, paint, or any form of art that we usually find in houses even in tiniest amount. Could the person who lives here a minimalist?

Transparency over power. And it's working. I turn back toward the ridge. Toward home. The house we built sits on the highest point, glass and cedar, modern but modest, overlooking the Atlantic. Two bedrooms. An open kitchen. A library. A terrace. Everything we need. Nothing we don't. I enter through the side door, and the warmth hits me instantly—wood stove heat, the smell of old paper and coffee. Simple furniture. Books stacked on tables. No marble. No grandeur. No ghosts whispering in the corners.

I look at him for a steady moment and then let my eyes rove over the house. It’s beautiful, of course. Modern and sleek, full of sunlight. But…

I said with determination and I could hear her sigh. "Good," she replied curtly and abruptly cut the call, making me stare at the screen blankly. "Princess, here we are," Katy pointed at a fairly medium-sized house. Like all the other houses in the street, it was painted white and the roof was painted sky blue. It was a one storey house with no front balcony, only large windows. It looked like a cute, little doll house and I couldn't point out one flaw in it. This house was just what we were looking for to live in, average.

Halley looked at him with a bewildered look as if he had to be crazy to say that. There wasn't a pool or a Jacuzzi like at the mansion. It was a simple cute beach house with a nice outdoor environment. I felt at peace with the house. It reminded me of myself. It was simple; it didn't need anything expensive to make it beautiful. It was beautiful on the inside and unique on the outside. "Where are our rooms?" I asked, remembering I should work on my shyness. "Upstairs, follow me." He showed us to the rooms.

you’ll probably have the one in the masters. We walked in and Ama was stoked. The bathroom had a shower, a big sink and a tub just outside of it. The tub was situated at a ceiling high window with a gorgeous view. No one could see you from outside though because of the technology used in making the glass. It was tinted but invisibly. Enough light came in the house but nobody could see inside. “This is just beautiful. I’ve always dreamt of something like this.” She said doing light jumps. “Oh my God… wait can people see us from outside?”

A single-room cottage with a slanted roof and wood weathered by years of wind and neglect. No fence. No garden. No sign of belonging. He pushed the door open carefully. It creaked in protest. The air inside was stale. Cold. Unlived. Moonlight filtered in through a narrow window, revealing the interior. Sparse. A narrow bed with thin blankets. A wooden table. Two chairs. A few clay dishes stacked neatly. A basin. Nothing else. No books. No letters. No portraits. No keepsakes. No childhood relics. No life. Cassian stepped inside slowly.

"Glad to know I'm high risk." Puling a too short curtain aside, I look out the window, only to be greeted by a solid grey building and nothing more. Even if I lean, I can't see the ground from here. Great, is this meant to be my home? I haven't seen the rest of it but I can tell that what I'm going to have to live with is subpar. Being alone is going to be the worse part...

Her eyes nearly pooped out from it's socket as she climbed down the spiral clear glass stairs which revealed the sitting room as she climbed down. The sitting room was what Ria would term as luxurious. It looked so big and beautiful that Ria lost words of how to describe it. She's probably in a millionaire's mansion if not a billionaire. There's no human pictures on the wall for her to know who owns the place except for the potraits of fashion and nature that adorned most part of the walls. Ria finally got to the bottom of the long staircase and gasped. "Some people really have money in this world" she mumbled. Everything in the house was made of glass except for most furnitures.

No suspicious movements. No movements at all in fact. No windows were open. All had the curtains drawn closed and no movement could be seen behind those curtains. That wasn't normal. The neighborhood was quiet but there was some sign of life in every house. Some sign of a family present. Ryan's house looked and felt sterile. A glint above the garage door grabbed my attention. The sun had seemed to catch something briefly but I couldn't tell what it was. I still hadn't seen any cameras but a glint in the sun meant glass. A lens of some sort.