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A Not-So-Sweet Dream
It was dark, yet the moonlight that shone through the window was enough to clarify where I was. Considering that it was this, dark, I'd say it was about 4 in the morning. I didn't know how I got here the first place nonetheless at this kind of hour. It was my grandmother's house, in the living room. Then all of a sudden, the door busted open, and my uncle and his family sprang into the room. My foot froze, the back ground revealing nothing but lighting and the blood-curdling sound of thunder at rage. I didn't even realize there was a storm until now. I took in a deep breath, gaining my strength to turn around to see what my uncle and his family were doing. Just by the replay of them barging into the room at late this hour made the hair of the back of my neck stand. My aunt, had her one year old child in her arm, rocking the baby back and forth whilst being seated on the couch. My uncle, had his legs crossed and a news paper held before his face. And his four child of different ages playing with their toys which is a mystery where they got it. I stood dumbfounded, what they were doing now was what they were always doing every time they'd stay over at grandmother's house, considering that their house was far- and no, it's not the far, far away kingdom- just, far from here. It'll take hours to drive back, so every time they came, they'd always stay over. But what in heaven's name were they doing in the middle of the morning? And with only the moonlight shone, how could uncle have read whatever he was reading?
Everyone was acting so-forever normal, that I thought, maybe I was missing something? Maybe there's a bit in my memory that I couldnt recall about people coming over to someone's house as early as four? Or maybe people being wide awake to do the things that you do in daylight? Shouldn't we be sleeping? And as if on cue, they stood up and went to their bedroom, the room they always use when they sleep over. And where was grandma anyway? It's her house after all. I shrug and my eyes landed on a radio, resting beside the TV. Eh, why not? I place the radio on the coffee table whilst I rest my bum on the couch before it. I didn't know why, but I turn it on and started playing in really loud. Ironically, no one bothered to wake up and yelled at me to turn the horrid thing down, so I figured it was alright.
Minutes later, my 7-years-old cousin waltz out of the room and sat next to me, with a grin on his face. Soon, the eldest of his family who was 11-years-old came and sat next to him, on the couch. It didnt bother me really, I just hummed softly to the melody, all the weird things happening, all of the thoughts, it all went down the drain as I was carried away by the music. I wont lie, I love music, mainly because it could make me forget my worries and it would chase away the anger I had in me. Since I am a hot headed.
Then a brief flashing image of my ear phone popped in my mind whilst my eyes was closed, something I tend to do when I listen to music. My eyes instantly snapped open and as I knew it, my body was making my way downstairs, where the- well, kitchen was. I didnt know why, but I always place my earphone at the counter- perhaps that's why my body was walking unconsciously? I realize my two cousins was walking along side me. My eyes were fixed on the darkness of the kitchen, it was pitched black and it manage to make the hairs on my skin stand.
When we reached the bottom, I notice his sister weren't with us, but I shrugged it off. What the kid does was none of my concern. My eyes could adjust to the darkness, and I could see, but not as clearly without the lights on. The little 7-years-old and I made our way to the counter and there it was, my earphone, lying there. It all happened in a blink of an eye- a scream- a child's scream erupts in my ear, I turned around to see the little boy looking at something, but it was too dark for me to classify what it was. And out of the blue, his whole family was boxing him, throwing questions after questions.
Out of nowhere, the eldest of the family spoke.
"I didn't follow you guys, because I saw her..." she stated, her voice shaking at the last part.
I didn't know who she was, but thinking about it gave me goosebumps. And who says ghosts don't exist?
"Honey, wake up." my mum's voice rang in my ear and the light hurt my eyes as I open them. In the end, it was all just a dream.
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Like A Boss
Hello humans. I'm popular, but no one knows me, who am I?
Still a minor and will be for a couple of years to come.
I live on the dirt and under the universe.
Wishing Upon The Star
- Meet One Direction
- Hug Nialler
- Kiss Zayn
- Touch Harry's curl
- Give Louis a carrot
- Hold Liam's hand
A Not-So-Sweet Dream
It was dark, yet the moonlight that shone through the window was enough to clarify where I was. Considering that it was this, dark, I'd say it was about 4 in the morning. I didn't know how I got here the first place nonetheless at this kind of hour. It was my grandmother's house, in the living room. Then all of a sudden, the door busted open, and my uncle and his family sprang into the room. My foot froze, the back ground revealing nothing but lighting and the blood-curdling sound of thunder at rage. I didn't even realize there was a storm until now. I took in a deep breath, gaining my strength to turn around to see what my uncle and his family were doing. Just by the replay of them barging into the room at late this hour made the hair of the back of my neck stand. My aunt, had her one year old child in her arm, rocking the baby back and forth whilst being seated on the couch. My uncle, had his legs crossed and a news paper held before his face. And his four child of different ages playing with their toys which is a mystery where they got it. I stood dumbfounded, what they were doing now was what they were always doing every time they'd stay over at grandmother's house, considering that their house was far- and no, it's not the far, far away kingdom- just, far from here. It'll take hours to drive back, so every time they came, they'd always stay over. But what in heaven's name were they doing in the middle of the morning? And with only the moonlight shone, how could uncle have read whatever he was reading?
Everyone was acting so-forever normal, that I thought, maybe I was missing something? Maybe there's a bit in my memory that I couldnt recall about people coming over to someone's house as early as four? Or maybe people being wide awake to do the things that you do in daylight? Shouldn't we be sleeping? And as if on cue, they stood up and went to their bedroom, the room they always use when they sleep over. And where was grandma anyway? It's her house after all. I shrug and my eyes landed on a radio, resting beside the TV. Eh, why not? I place the radio on the coffee table whilst I rest my bum on the couch before it. I didn't know why, but I turn it on and started playing in really loud. Ironically, no one bothered to wake up and yelled at me to turn the horrid thing down, so I figured it was alright.
Minutes later, my 7-years-old cousin waltz out of the room and sat next to me, with a grin on his face. Soon, the eldest of his family who was 11-years-old came and sat next to him, on the couch. It didnt bother me really, I just hummed softly to the melody, all the weird things happening, all of the thoughts, it all went down the drain as I was carried away by the music. I wont lie, I love music, mainly because it could make me forget my worries and it would chase away the anger I had in me. Since I am a hot headed.
Then a brief flashing image of my ear phone popped in my mind whilst my eyes was closed, something I tend to do when I listen to music. My eyes instantly snapped open and as I knew it, my body was making my way downstairs, where the- well, kitchen was. I didnt know why, but I always place my earphone at the counter- perhaps that's why my body was walking unconsciously? I realize my two cousins was walking along side me. My eyes were fixed on the darkness of the kitchen, it was pitched black and it manage to make the hairs on my skin stand.
When we reached the bottom, I notice his sister weren't with us, but I shrugged it off. What the kid does was none of my concern. My eyes could adjust to the darkness, and I could see, but not as clearly without the lights on. The little 7-years-old and I made our way to the counter and there it was, my earphone, lying there. It all happened in a blink of an eye- a scream- a child's scream erupts in my ear, I turned around to see the little boy looking at something, but it was too dark for me to classify what it was. And out of the blue, his whole family was boxing him, throwing questions after questions.
Out of nowhere, the eldest of the family spoke.
"I didn't follow you guys, because I saw her..." she stated, her voice shaking at the last part.
I didn't know who she was, but thinking about it gave me goosebumps. And who says ghosts don't exist?
"Honey, wake up." my mum's voice rang in my ear and the light hurt my eyes as I open them. In the end, it was all just a dream.
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