Dust - shaded in hues of red and brown, was what fell off as i brushed my fingers over a lock - that looked from a different age..
Agnes was too excited to get in ..
" Will it be haunted " she asked every 7 minutes - her theories, a collage of all the scary movies she'd manage to watch..
Lil, after the 5 th time the question was repeated, quipped - " there's no such thing as ghosts - there's no proof" - her temper always lurking around the corner, is this a part of growing up - i asked myself..The car played - "Hotel California" - Agnes - like the lead in an opera and me in the chorus.
We parked the car at the point where the road was no longer motorable and walked on..
A green trail, with thorny scrubs and the yellow sun - had got us to an old, ruined - desolate house..
My restless kids wanted an adventure. So we went on a search for a haunted looking, empty house and decided to spend the night.
"You don't love your kids, do you" mom said over the phone as i told her about the plan we'd hatched.
She sighed and told me to see a doctor - i told her i loved her.
Dr. Sha..... read the broken, scratched and torn name plate.
We all took chances at guessing it -
"Shaperman" said Ag
"Sharma, of course" said Lil
"Shaaaaaaecholate" i said - he must be a giant ball of sugarless chocolate .
The rusted lock - in my hand - Ag got the hammer - "the windows open" - said Lily as she jumped into the house - when i would have thot twice and discussed with the group. Never mind - they`re your kids - my head said to myself.
Ag jumped after and i followed -
"In a group, always" i told the air around - looking at Lil -
was i scared when my children weren't?
The house was a beautiful piece of silence - the stillness, stopped time. Mud, had formed a layer on the ground, tidily swept - spread equally over the breadth of the house..The sofa was alone, the tv without frequency - a lifeless house, like a soulless body - lay before us.
"This house is cute, it doesn't scare me" as she saw a scribbled picture of a mountain, a wall and the sun.
Lil went for the shelf - yellowed pages on grey books were her happy place; "the doctor was alone and all he did was draw and read" she proclaimed . i just assumed she knew.
The stair-case creaked, time had passed it seems, since the last time someone had cared to walk over it. I found a few pages of a diary - searched for the parent - found it in the study, where there was a barrage of other books.
We all got silent - as we trespassed the property of what seemed to be the house of a man who once lived by himself and died - all in peace .
He came, he saw and he went..
The plan to stay back was canned, we headed back - jumped out of the window.. "We must next time try the road on the other side" said the relentless Agnes..
Lil just scowled at her..
As we head back to our lives with all the color and love, the rusted lock - clicked and the greyed Dr. Sh smiled as he walked off for his evening walk
Hdk
Agnes was too excited to get in ..
" Will it be haunted " she asked every 7 minutes - her theories, a collage of all the scary movies she'd manage to watch..
Lil, after the 5 th time the question was repeated, quipped - " there's no such thing as ghosts - there's no proof" - her temper always lurking around the corner, is this a part of growing up - i asked myself..The car played - "Hotel California" - Agnes - like the lead in an opera and me in the chorus.
We parked the car at the point where the road was no longer motorable and walked on..
A green trail, with thorny scrubs and the yellow sun - had got us to an old, ruined - desolate house..
My restless kids wanted an adventure. So we went on a search for a haunted looking, empty house and decided to spend the night.
"You don't love your kids, do you" mom said over the phone as i told her about the plan we'd hatched.
She sighed and told me to see a doctor - i told her i loved her.
Dr. Sha..... read the broken, scratched and torn name plate.
We all took chances at guessing it -
"Shaperman" said Ag
"Sharma, of course" said Lil
"Shaaaaaaecholate" i said - he must be a giant ball of sugarless chocolate .
The rusted lock - in my hand - Ag got the hammer - "the windows open" - said Lily as she jumped into the house - when i would have thot twice and discussed with the group. Never mind - they`re your kids - my head said to myself.
Ag jumped after and i followed -
"In a group, always" i told the air around - looking at Lil -
was i scared when my children weren't?
The house was a beautiful piece of silence - the stillness, stopped time. Mud, had formed a layer on the ground, tidily swept - spread equally over the breadth of the house..The sofa was alone, the tv without frequency - a lifeless house, like a soulless body - lay before us.
"This house is cute, it doesn't scare me" as she saw a scribbled picture of a mountain, a wall and the sun.
Lil went for the shelf - yellowed pages on grey books were her happy place; "the doctor was alone and all he did was draw and read" she proclaimed . i just assumed she knew.
The stair-case creaked, time had passed it seems, since the last time someone had cared to walk over it. I found a few pages of a diary - searched for the parent - found it in the study, where there was a barrage of other books.
We all got silent - as we trespassed the property of what seemed to be the house of a man who once lived by himself and died - all in peace .
He came, he saw and he went..
The plan to stay back was canned, we headed back - jumped out of the window.. "We must next time try the road on the other side" said the relentless Agnes..
Lil just scowled at her..
As we head back to our lives with all the color and love, the rusted lock - clicked and the greyed Dr. Sh smiled as he walked off for his evening walk
Hdk
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