It was a warm summer
morning , the bright golden rays of the
sun penetrated through my window pane exposing the jagged tumbles of wood that
crumbled down the ants’ hood that lay in the several cracks my floor was made
up of. I lazily arose from my hard based thing always called a bed and stepped
on the creaking floor letting out puffs of dust and nearly killing the beads of
ants that ruled my house. My house was a nightmare , unlike other houses like that of Tipsy’s were big
mansions with maids , colorful walls
with paint , amazing designed rooms with swimming pools and everything new,
look at mine a room of the whole animal kingdom and botany where only they
enjoyed . For how long!
The only thing not
damaged and colorful in what I called a house were the plasters of sticky notes
which contained the sketches of my dream house and people I never knew. Those
were the things that hid the scrippling off curls of paint and the yarns of
cobwebs that acted as shields of the unknown. Sometimes it had seemed to me as
though my house was haunted , what brought this thought was the restricted room
. I did not know why my parents never
allowed me to go see it , and when they caught me trying to peek in and see
they would yell at me especially my dad. My dad was the rage monster in the
house, if nothing was according to his want he would do anything to put it
his way. That’s why I yet live in this
large abattoir , just because he likes it here .
My parents left me home
alone to “enjoy” all the nights of horror alone , sleep where it was never
comfortable and tremble downstairs to drink water all alone . I was scared
whenever they left me , they thought Andy , the maid would act as guardian.
They never knew how I spent the nights , but now they promised me never to go ,
it was only one more night I had to spend and as the light comes , they come. I
walked downstairs to once again see the rusted rails and the dull dinning and
sitting room nearly rubble and the sad Andy once more , the sitting room was a
pale green room with a collection of torn sofas , scratched wooden chairs and a
half working early 90’s television box.
The only thing everyone
had liked about my house was the botanic garden outside my house that consisted
of the sweetest fruits and the best scented flowers. What had shocked me to the
max Was that just after my house walls the outer world was so bright and lively
, only the butterflies that entered my house lost their colour , only the rats
that entered my house walls were burnt to death and only my family chose to
live here . something was wrong with my house , that’s all I knew until that
night . It was a cold stormy night when I went downstairs and saw something. It was a dark shadow and it suddenly
disappeared , I saw it slide through the bumpy and dull floor to the kitchen .
I slowly tiptoed to the
dark kitchen grabbing hold of a knife , as I stretched my hand to press the
switch I heard a foot step just behind me , my heart thudded with fear . I
turned my bleached eye balls to see a dark monster like shadow. It slowly
approached towards me and suddenly I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder . my body
froze as I saw a dirty long nailed hand crawling near my neck , as I looked in
front I saw something approach towards me , its shadow slowly mixed with mine
to form a darker one , a scarier one . my now trembling hands struggled to
press the switch without any movement .
I suddenly saw my other
hand and remembered that I had held a knife and when I slowly raised into the
darkness I saw that it was the blunt butter knife . my fear grew worse and suddenly
a sharp voice brook through that moment
of fear , it was followed with a wicked
laugh like that of my grand ma .my weakened hands finally worked to switch on
the lights . I was frightened to my wits when I saw half human monsters
approaching towards me with large teeth, what had shocked me so much was that
the faces were stationary and never made any move. My suspicion increased until
I saw a limping fat from below “monster”. From that observation I knew that
everything was fake, they were all my relatives.
They all laughed and
requested me to ask them for anything I wanted , I asked them why only my house
was a graveyard for my kind and a home to the unknown and what they had always
hid from me , the secret room, that was only forbidden to me. They did so, and
told me that my house belonged to the great goddess Lixuria, who was my
ancestor. I could not trust my ears as I heard my past just being told in
secret after 13 years of being hid. With this thought I asked my grandmother, “why
did you hide this from me all along? “she told me that if my house’s identity
was revealed , the whole world would not leave even a piece of this already tumbling
house, why?, because this house had walls made of ‘ the witch’s grains’ that
has the power to fulfill any wish anyone would want.
My grandmother held my
hand and took me to the forbidden room , as she unlocked the room , the door
creaked open letting out puffs of what I called ‘pixie dust’. My eyes lost
their moisture not because of the dust , but because of seeing it all. As the dust cleared I saw her … her eyes were
covered by dark lashes of beauty and suddenly as I approached towards her , the
wind rustled as her silky dress flew in
curls against her smooth blushing face . she seemed to smile as she lied on her
white bed . suddenly as I went closer and closer a certain force pulled me and
with a shock I got a vibe . I was in another world and I saw her, she stood in
front of me and her soft words ‘thank you’ touched my heart . she told me that
she was lixuria and that only I was made to unlock her from a curse.
She told me that when she
was cursed , only the flower in her hands was colourful , and that if I
extracted the ‘essence of wisdom’ from the flower, and pored a drop in her
locket she would get free of any other curse in her whole life. Slowly I got
into reality and did as I was instructed. Lixuria slowly arose and gave me her
purple locket and said “ keep this , and store a drop of your blood . That
blood will transform into the essence of immortality and you will become a god,
a legend that removed a doubt of destruction from the all doer , from lixuria.
She vanished away to let out blundering sparks of light and when the light
disappeared I saw a small shell . I brought It close to my ears and heard her
voice once more. For the last time…
