My uncle's buddy....

I still remember that day. when my father and my Uncel came back from work. they both handel our family buisness. that day they both looked tired. but still I was just a kid, I wanted to tell him about my Coubard buddy. I vividly remember that night.

when I told them about my Coubard buddy, we'd chill together and he lives in a massive old coubard. I told them about the Stories he tell me. when my dad asked me his name. I remember he was removing his wrist watch and my Uncel was leaned over sofa.

when I told his name. both of theirs expression changes instantaneously. sweat rolled down my dad's forehead to his chic. my uncel and him. both of them look at eachother with terror. they ran up to my room and pull that Coubard down to the backward.

I was watching them from my windows, they burned it and was watching it until it turned into soil. I couldn't understand what happened.

few year's later I got to know from my mom that my uncel had the same imaginary friend from same massive coubard and he use to tell him same story.