My Neighbor Next To My Neighbor


The Old Man

This is the real story I had been told by my aunt when I was five.

It’s about the neighbor’s house in front of my front neighbor (that is, a house that is blocked by my front neighbor’s house), has a collection of human dolls. They are so high that almost touched the ceiling. The dolls are placed in a fairly isolated room, on the small penthouse (3rd floor) next to the clothesline area.

My aunt once went in to see her collection but after that she didn’t dare because she said that she felt very badly as if the dolls were looking at her.

One night, the neighbor’s growing daughter was studying in her room. She studied at a desk in her room with no light except by her desk lamp. However, the table lamp was blocked by a motorcycle helmet. She who was a little bit disturbed, immediately wanted to get rid of the helmet in order to get maximum lighting.

While putting away the helmet, she grumbled, “Who the hell put the helme…”

She realized it was not a helmet, but a human head. She felt and fainted.


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