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Last Night
September 27,2017, when my mother brought me in their office in Villa Kananga and the building was near with Napolcom Caraga in Butuan. it was huge and you have to exert force to pull the solid and giant color red gate. the wall was color white and the roof was red. it’s just like a small mansion where everyone dreams to live in. It is a two- storey building and the design is like the house in camella or filinvest that’s why I was so excited. when I was in front of the door, I put my slippers on the door post just like almost all Filipino do. it is an old tradition of Filipinos that still exist in a today’s generation. when I was already inside , I was surprised because there are many tarpauline of their products and I saw three gigantic freezers which are like the size of a coffin. The floors were shiny and I didn’t see any cobwebs on the wall . I saw the tidy living room and organized utensils in the kitchen . The place was filled with silence –it was absolutely a perfect area to rest and relax. This is exactly the place that I want to make school projects and study if we have a quiz tomorrow. There’s no other voice , no sound of the footsteps inside- it was tranquility at its finest.
My eyes look around and I didn’t see any television or computer but I saw the black radio on the brown table . my hand can’t wait to press the on button and maximize the volume, I felt like a child who can’t wait after he saw his new toy. I pressed the on button and a familiar song broke the silence. The music in the radio proved that the house has life and was not boring. The song was “Ang huling El bimbo” and it was one of my favorite opm song . I closed my eyes and sang, I ever pretended that I am the vocalist . music is the strongest form of magic Manilyn Manson said, I love music because it is a part of a human’s life and it is cultivated from the depths of their emotions. It was 9:00 pm when kuya Michael arrived, he is the diver and workmate of my driver. In the distance, he looks like a bad guy and violent especially when he didn’t smile. he has tattoo on his right hand and I think it’s a tribal design then a face of woman on his right hand. But the first impression bacame a blur when he started laughing at his own jokes –he is actually a good person.
My mother explained that they need to go to deliver the products for their clients . She told me that my bedroom is in the second floor that one near the comfort room. They stared to leave and I close the thick and wooden door . I then decided to go upstairs and the sound of every step I made once again filled the silent house. it was so dark and I heard no other sound except for frustrating sounds of giant freezer in the lowest floor. I opened the lights then I saw three rooms and one comfort room. all rooms are painted in pink except for thecomfort room which is painted with white. I came in and locked the doors then I lied to my bed then buried myself in the pillows and the blanket. it smelled like it was stored in the cabinet for a long time. I stretched my arms and legs then moved it upwards and downwards. It makes me feel so good and comfortable before I go to sleep.
it was 11: 15 pm in the evening but still I can’t sleep no matter how many times I move my arms and legs. Perhaps, its because of the open lights and thoughts that im the only one in that big house. I want to sleep but I can’t, I tried to force myself to sleep and close my eyes but its not working . I feel the sweats in my forehead. “Come on, you have to sleep!, its already midnight!, I whispered. Still, I cant sleep. “Don’t mind the lights and the house” . “please you have to sleep!!”.
untili heard..
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the pale fell on the ground.
my eyes opened widely and my body can’t move . All I can hear is the beat of my heart. Tug tug tug….
“Shit!, what happened?”, I exclaimed. I remembered the white comfort room which is next to my room. I didn’t move even an inch so that I can hear if there was someone who entered the house but I didn’t hear anything. I want to open the door but I’m so afraid, my emotions and thoughts mixed and I didn’t know what to do . I checked my cellphone and hoping my mother will call me, but there is no call at all, I’m so scared because it’s my first time to experience like this. I grabbed my blanket with my shaky hands, let it enveloped my entire body and force myself to sleep. It was so hot and uncomfortable inside the blanket. I fell the sweat dripping from my neck towards my chest. The nervous was still there but I just neglected it and close my eyes to sleep. When the morning comes and the golden sunrise entered my room. I woked up and I felt my body was so exhausted. The question about last night is still on my mind but I came down then I saw my mother in the kitchen stirring her hot, black coffee. I talked to her and explain what happened last night. Her serious face turn nervous and I felt that she was also scared. “Mao ba nak,? Kadto pong niagi kay murag naay naligo didto pero akong giadto kay walay tao (Is It? hmnnn.. last time also, Its like somebody is taking a bath but nobody’s there , she said). My whole body freeze and I felt scared just like how I feel last night. After all, I realized that my fear on that house is still there even if when the dark is gone.
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