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. by omotenah(f): 10:34am On Jan 06, 2014 |
Okay finally I'm done writing this fantastic story, I've been on it quite some time now... I've read alot of stories about Mysteria Lane and here's my own piece on the little scary town... Hope you guys enjoy it |
Re: . by omotenah(f): 10:48am On Jan 06, 2014 |
Hello! My name is June Carter. Ever since I moved to Mysteria Lane I've encountered several mysterious happenings that have now started to affect my life! I don't know who to trust anymore and therefore I am going to share my experiences with you. I am trapped in this town and I have been warned to never leave or else... I'll be killed!
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Re: . by omotenah(f): 12:31pm On Jan 06, 2014 |
CHAPTER ONE This is the last time I am standing here, in my most favorite and "secure" place in the world, Grand Central subway. I am here to embrace its beauty for the last time before I migrate from this town. The noise of the arriving and departing trains, the muttering of people and the stench of the station will always reside in my mind. My strange association with this place goes back to my childhood. As far as my memory serves, I recollect coming here with my father and admire this man-made marvel called train. Trains were the subject of my fascination all throughout the childhood. My daddy would lift me up in his arms as I stupefyingly observe them scampering through the tracks. "I want to ride in that, daddy," I'd plead to him and reluctantly he would comply with my request. The reason of his reluctance was the fact that once I got into the train, he'd have to use all his force to get me out of it. Oh! How badly I miss my childhood! How I wish my father to be here right now and stop me from leaving my home. Daddy, why did you leave me alone? I don't want to go. I don't want to leave my home. But my wants are inconsiderable now. Nevertheless, I am going to miss coming here. I'll miss the hustling crowd, who have always reminded me of little black ants meandering in search of food, also the noise of the traffic which have gently soothe my ears, the lonely alleys where I was mugged once, and of course, going to the cemetery where my father is peacefully resting. Walking home, all I can think of is going to Mysteria Lane. The name is enough to spook me out. I belong here, in New York. This is my home. Damn! I wish Irina would understand this and drop the idea of moving to that "sick" place. Are you asking me who Irina is? Well, Irina was married to my father and now she is my guardian as I have no other relative left. She has generously accepted me as her "responsibility". Ah! I've reached my home, home for now at least. It's only 8.30 pm and all the lights are off? My house is looking like a dungeon or something. Irina must be home. I don't understand why she is attracted to darkness so much. I wonder if she was an Emo or Goth or something. Anyway, I should go inside and rest for a while. I have just climbed up the stairs to my room and I can hear a strange noise. Wow, what is that noise? I think it's coming from Irina's room. Should I knock at her door and ask if she's alright? May be not. I think her lights are on as I can see a faint ray of orange glow emerging from the threshold of the door. I can also hear someone whispering or maybe it's just the TV. Whatever it is, I am too tired to bother. I should proceed to my room and call it a night. Ugh! I've always hated this alarm clock; I don't need it to wake me up in the morning. The sunlight that's falling onto my face right now compels me every morning to wake up. But today, instead of filling me with passion to welcome the new day, the sweltering rays of the sun are burning my eyes to such an extent that water is flowing out of them, or maybe it's just the tears. Huh! I can just hope that Mysteria Lane is a sunny place. Irina is already in the kitchen, "Good morning." "Good morning sweetheart," she said in her husky voice. Irina and my father, Mr. Benjamin Carter were bound in the bond of matrimony five years ago. "There's something magical about her," I remember my father saying that to me the first time he met her. I don't fully disagree with him. Irina is certainly a charming woman and she proved it when she charmed my father into marrying her. Her outward appearance is worthy of mentioning too. Her long black hair which she always lets loose perfectly complements her sparkling dark brown eyes. Even though she is slender but she possess a draconian aura that makes you want to submit to her. Her eyes, for some unknown reason, always sparkle but sometimes I wonder if it's nothing but deception. "Coffee, June?" She is asking me with a smile. Why wouldn't she smile? After all, if it wasn't for her I wouldn't have to leave my home. I never give up and therefore I would make a last attempt to convince her into not leaving, "Irina, there's something I need to tell you." "Go on," she is sitting on the table in front of me, piercing me with her splintery eyes. As intimidating as she is, I am going to be more firm in my appeal, "Irina, I don't want to go to Mysteria Lane. This has been my home for seventeen years and no way in hell, I am leaving it. You don't have to stay here with me. You can go to your hometown with a clean conscience. I can take care of myself, you know. I am not a kid anymore. I am seventeen now and I can make my own decisions. I don't need a babysitter to watch over me." Phew! I am so good! Irina has been listening to me very patiently with a grin on her face. Why doesn't she say anything? "June, I can't agree with you more. You're a grown up now and you don't require a babysitter anymore, but darling how can you expect me to leave you here alone? There's no one here to take care of you, to cook meals for you, to wash your clothes, take care of the house, to pay bills and taxes, running errands and..." "I'll go get my bags..." You win Irina! So here I am, in the car, after bidding goodbye to my home of seventeen years. I went into each of the rooms, where the memories of my childhood still persist and where the presence of my father can still be felt, to bid them farewell. As our car is moving ahead, my heart is panging for leaving the city where I grew in behind. Goodbye New York, but I promise that I will be back soon. "You're going to love your new house," she said to me with a smile. Don't smile at me Irina; I know you're faking it. "I sure will," even I faked one for her sake. As I am looking out of the window and the wind is gently brushing my hair, I am wondering what life has in store for me. Maybe it's not going to be that bad there, but something in me is insinuating that I am falling into a trap. Whatever it is, one thing is for sure! I am going to get out from that town as soon as possible. I can skip the planning and plotting now as the long journey is over and here we are, approaching the border of our destination. I can clearly read on the board, "Welcome to Mysteria Lane," as we're entering into the town's territory.
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Re: . by omotenah(f): 12:39pm On Jan 06, 2014 |
CHAPTER TWO Our car has swayed into the town which is as desolate and cryptic for me as my companion with whom I am bound to inhabit. I can notice a slight modification in Irina's countenance as we have started breathing the air of Mysteria Lane. Her spirit has flushed with excitement; a glow has loomed on her face as if she has finally procured something she was indefinitely longing for. She looks at me and smile, or is it a grin? I hate grins, Irina. They are pretty nasty! Moving along I can finally behold the town I am about to call my home, or that's what Irina wants! I can never accept Mysteria Lane as my home. If you ask me, what is your first impression of this town? Then I'd answer it in one word - quiet! It's awfully quiet here. No wonder, only 115 people occupies this secluded domicile. I guess there are more trees in here than people. As far as my eyes go I can only see tress, trees and more trees. Some dead and some have blooming flowers on them. Weird! "You're going to love it here, June," she is saying to me erratically. I can do nothing but nod and fake a smile in response. Damn I can't wait to get out of this car. I hate long drives! Ah! It looks like my wish has been granted. She has pulled over and we can finally get rid of her excitement now. "This is our home sweet home," saying she as we get out of the car, gesturing at the small Victorian house which seems haunted to be honest. Even the house is covered with trees, dead trees to be more precise. But if you ignore the wilderness, then it is pretty decent to look at. Painted in white, it has steeply pitched roof with elaborate vergeboard trim along the roof edges. The slightly pointed arched windows of stained glasses provide the view of, well, trees! And the porch, ah the porch! How I always longed to live in a house with an elaborate porch since we owned an apartment in New York which clearly had no place for a porch. "Like it?" Asked Irina as she is coming towards me with smile on her face. "Home sweet home," I muttered with a big smile as we are moving inside the house. The interiors of our new adobe are fascinating too. The persimmons colored walls are accompanied by the mahogany furniture. Raising my head to adore the elegant crystal chandelier hanging in the middle, I can notice the perfectly carved ceiling moldings painted in lighter tones taken from the color of the walls. Awesome stuff! This is certainly a really big house! There are several bay windows set outward from the face of the building administering the flow of natural light in the room. Even though the view outside the window is not really picturesque but the white muslin drapes covering it are quite magnificent to gaze and soft to touch. It's official! I like this place even though it reminds me of ghostly Gothic mansions. "Which room do I get?" I must claim the most beautiful room! "Pick your favorite," Okay, Irina here I go. I am rushing up the stairs to pick my room. Phew! Those were some never-ending stairs! It's a really long corridor here and damn there are so many rooms. But it's easy to pick. Since, I want to stay as far from Irina as possible therefore I must pick the room right in the corner. Let's go inside and see what it looks like! Wow! Freaking awesome! It's a really huge room. My room back in New York is nothing compared to this. The velvety navy blue walls and the white ceiling provide a decent contrast. The large wooden canopy bed placed against the center of the right wall covered with drapes of white net, adds to the beauty of this place. An antique wooden dresser attached with a mirror is placed opposite to the bed. There's also big wooden study table facing the balcony and on the wall opposite to it erect a large white cupboard which can contain all my clothes, hopefully. Huh! I am content with my room even though it needs a little makeover. "So this is your room, huh?" Looks like Irina won't let me admire the room in peace. "Yeah, this is it I guess." "Beautiful. Here's your bag, freshen up and I'll send rest of your stuff later," Oh! She's gone. I thought she would come in and advise me on how to decorate this room but looks like she is in a hurry. ************************************ ****************************** All I need is 20 minutes in hot shower to revive my senses. Now that I've washed up, I am ready to face the dilemma of picking out the outfit to wear. Stepping out of the bathroom I can see a dress already picked out for me. On the bed, a red strappy dress has laid out, probably by Irina. I usually make my own choices but this dress is lovely! Let me try it on. I am looking incredibly beautiful in this. I wonder why Irina gave it to me. May be she's trying to compensate for making me leave my home. "Are you going to keep staring yourself in the mirror or come downstairs too?" It is Irina, standing on the door with folded hands. "Ugh, I was just coming..." "You're looking lovely, June," she is coming towards me, "Now hurry, child, we have some people waiting downstairs to meet you." "People? Who?" "Why don't you come and see for yourself," she is tucking my hair behind my ears. What's up with her? Anyway, I wonder who these "people" are. As far as I know we don't have any relatives living here in Mysteria Lane. Never mind, lets' go downstairs and see what's going on. "After you, Irina," it's better I let her lead this time. As we are stepping down the stairs, I am trying to sneak into the hall room to get the glimpse of our guests but to no avail. "They are in the kitchen." Irina caught me sneaking! Following her into the kitchen is giving me goosebumps, I don't know why! It feels like my stomach is knotted up. My body is burning. Something is not right; I am having this weird feeling. "Irina, I think I've got fever. My whole body is burning." "You're going to be fine, sweetheart," she is smirking at me... Oh God! Who are these women? There are six women in the kitchen, all dressed up in red. They are all smiling at me, as if they are amused to see me. The woman in the middle is stepping up to greet me, "Hello June. My name is Katya. I am your mother's sister." "What?" "She is my younger sister, June," said Irina as she is wiping my sweaty forehead with a tissue. "I am Meredith," another woman is coming up to me to introduce herself. "Enough, let's get June something to drink first. She's not feeling well." Thank you Irina! Katya nodded as she picks up a giant antique wine glass and hand it to Irina with a devilish grin. Her elder sister is now offering me to drink from it but I don't intend to. "Drink it, sweetheart. Don't you want to get better?" I think I am going to faint so I might as well drink it. "Okay," I took the glass from her and now drinking the red liquid it is containing. It tastes weird. But I think I am feeling.... ************************************ ****************************** Oh! Ugh! Damn! My head is aching like hell. When the hell did I get here? I was downstairs in the kitchen, how come I ended up here in my room? "You're awake!" "Irina. How did I..." "End up here? You fainted, June. I brought you here so you could rest. How are you feeling now sweetheart?" Stop caressing my cheeks Irina. "I am feeling much better, thank you," another fake smile! "I've called up a doctor, he'll be here soon." "There's no need, Irina. I am feeling okay now." "But you said you had fever. Let him come and check on you." "No, I am fine. Yes, my whole body was burning earlier but now I feel brilliant." A man is knocking at the door, "May I come in?" Irina got up and invited him in with a courtesy smile. "She just fainted, doctor." So he's the doctor, a good-looking one! "How are you feeling now?" He must be in his late twenties. "Oh I am feeling fine now." God I hope I am not messy. "Can you tell me exactly what you were feeling right before you fainted," I like light brown eyes. "Umm I was just fine before I came downstairs. My whole body was burning like hell and I was dizzy. That's what I remember!" Blonde men are hot! As he put the thermometer in my mouth his soft hand touched my skin. "When did you guys come here?" Come on doc, don't turn away to Irina. "Few hours ago. It was a long ride from New York." "Did she eat anything in between?" "Yes, we stopped for lunch but she wouldn't eat anything. I somehow managed to convince her to have some coffee." He's taking the thermometer out. "Everything is normal. I think it is the combination of the strain of a long journey and empty stomach that caused her to faint. There's nothing to worry. Give her something to eat and she'll be fine. If you need anything else then you can call me." Can I have your number? Should I ask him? No? Okay! "Thank you Mr. Crawford," Irina, invite him to dinner. "Of course not, I am just doing my job. And hey if you need any help, you can always ask me or my family. We'll be happy to help." "Of course, thank you." And he's gone. Looks like some really cute guys live in Mysteria Lane. Damn I should get out of the bed now and take a look at myself in the mirror. I hope I made a nice first impression. Yeah, I am looking fine! Thank God! Wait a sec... what the hell? What's this mark on my arm? Oh my God! Was I burned?
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Re: . by rapmike(m): 8:27am On Jan 07, 2014 |
Hmn, a drunk man in a scene and a gal surviving a terrible life. |
Re: . by omotenah(f): 3:24pm On Jan 08, 2014 |
[bCHAPTER THREE[/b] I My first night in Mysteria Lane elapsed in a bat of eyes. As soon as Irina and I were done with the supper, we both retired to our rooms, ceasing all opportunities for a conversation. That's the last thing I remember, after that I must have fall asleep. Unlike New York where every morning, the rays of sun descended on earth to arise me from my slumber, my first morrow in Mysteria Lane commenced with the drops of rain knocking incessantly at the windows of my room, forcing me to wake up. Their call was desperate enough to get me out of the bed and head to the bathroom. Donning black shorts with gray tank top alongside sneakers, I was ready to explore Mysteria Lane. But as soon as I climbed down the stairs I was greeted by Irina who for some strange reason seemed really pleased to see me, "Good morning, June. How are you feeling now?" "I am okay. Morning Irina." "Come, breakfast is ready," she said walking towards the kitchen. "Umm, I don't feel like eating anything and besides I am heading out..." "Out? Where?" She asked interrupting me. Typical Irina! "I want to explore this place a bit, see what it's like." "You can do that June but not when your stomach is empty. Have something to eat first." "Huh! Okay!" She is pretty damn convincing. So I sat down to have breakfast with her. I had decided to eat quietly and sneak out of the house as soon as possible but she couldn't keep her mouth shut. "Be careful while you're out there. I don't want you to get lost." "I am not four anymore. I can take care of myself," I answered annoyingly. "I know you can but is it wrong to feel concerned for you? This is a new town. You aren't acquainted with anyone yet and we just arrived here yesterday. You're not even familiar..." "Thank you," I said cutting her off, "I understand your concern. Thanks a lot. But I have a cell phone and if I get lost I can dial your number, just make sure that you pick up my call this time," I said getting up and walking out of the door. "You'll never forgive me for that, will you?" Asked she raising her voice and temper. "If only you had taken my call that day, Irina, Dad would have been still alive!" I said with teary eyes and walked out of the house. Irina sure knows how to spoil my day. I am aware of the fact that she has no concern for me, she's just acting. I wonder why she's putting up with this mother-daughter drama in the first place. Anyway, so I set out to explore this "Mysteria Lane" town and I couldn't find a trace of civilization until I covered the distance of about two miles. From there on began a series of several small and big houses. Things were looking pretty "normal" here. Children playing in the park, people exiting the Church after the Sunday mass, signs of "close" being flipped to "open" as store owners get ready for their business. My meandering was forced to desist when my dry throat tweaked. So I began looking for a café and finally found one at the corner of the street. Entering in I was astonished to find it empty, well not "empty" but there was not a single human being there. "May I help you?" Asked someone from behind. Turning around, I found a woman in her early fifties staring at me with suspicious eyes. "Umm I need some coffee," I said with a big smile. "Sit down," she instructed me and left. I chose the table in the corner and engrossed myself and my cell phone in replying to the emails and texts my friends in New York have sent me. "Here's your coffee," said the lady as she came back with the coffee and put it on the table, "Sorry, we've just opened up and it's not been set up completely." "Oh, it's okay. Actually, I'm new in town myself. We just got here yesterday." "Welcome to Mysteria Lane then," she said with a smile as she sat on the other side of the table, "Where are you from?" "New York," I said proudly. "New York?" She asked astonishingly, "Wow! Usually people from small towns migrate to big cities like New York." "Yeah, it's true. Actually, my father passed away recently, granting my guardianship to his second wife. She decided to move here so I had to tag along." "I am sorry to hear that." "Yeah, me too. I never wanted to come here." "No, I meant I am sorry to hear about your father's death," said she correcting me. "Oh, that's okay," I said with a smile. As we were conversing, a group of friends entered in and sat on the table before mine. The group consisted of three teenage girls, with very bad dressing sense, annoyingly babbling and tittering in their screeching voices. "Excuse me," said the lady and left to attend them, meanwhile I got back to my business of telling my friends in New York how poor and miserable I am in this ghost town. "I really got no clue. Damn what am I going to wear tonight?" I heard one of the girls expressing her concern. "Don't ask me. I haven't even got permission from my mom yet," said the other girl. Huh! These small town girls are so naïve! Suddenly they all stopped talking and when I raised my head to inquire the reason of this silence, I was astounded to find them all staring at me. As I fiercely stared them back, they turned around and started muttering something, probably about me. "No...you...ask...no you do..." I could hear them whispering. Then a Blonde, completely dressed in pink, turned around and said aloud, "Hey, umm are you new here? 'Cause you look like... new!" Gosh! "Yeah, I'm new here," I tried to be polite. "Oh! Where are you from?" Asked the other girl in shabby clothes. "New York," I answered gravely without even looking at their faces. "Wow!" They exclaimed in unison, looking at each other with utter dismay. And in no time I found them gathered around my table gazing me with those puppy dog eyes. "I knew it," said the Blonde, "You don't look like you belong here." "Tell me about it," I sighed. "Can we sit with you?" Asked she. "Sure," I nodded in agreement. To be honest, I needed a little amusement. "Hi, I am Audrey," said the blond one as she introduced me to the rest of her lot. The red hair in shabby clothes was Santana and the petite brunette was Becca. I hope I got their names right! "So how did you end up here?" Asked Santana. As soon as I got over her shabbiness, I managed to answer, "Mom's dead, Dad died too, no one's left, so moved here with dad's second wife." "Oh! That's a pity," exclaimed Lily, "Leaving New York for a place like this. It must be a cultural shock to you." "Damn straight!" I retorted. "So will you be staying here forever then?" Asked Audrey. "Forever? Hell no! It's not even been a day and I am already bored!" "You must have a glamorous life in New York, didn't you?" "Well... umm glamorous is probably the right word," I said nodding. "I want to go to New York too. Like I wanna be a model," said the brunette. "Me too!" Joined the Blonde. "Did you ever try for modeling? I mean you lived in the fashion capital of this country!" "Lived? Honey, I still do! I still own a place there, so I can like totally go back. Answering your question, no, I never tried though all my friends pushed me all the time, but I never intended to be a model even though I got the perfect looks and attitude to be one!" "Totally! You should have tried, you know." "Huh! To each his own!" I said sipping my coffee. "Do you want to come to the party with us?" Asked Audrey. "What party?" "Oh! It's the coolest party in town, the Crawfords are hosting it," she said winking. Crawford! The name was enough to ignite my senses. "One of the Crawfords is a doctor, right?" I asked inquiring. "Yes, right. Have you met them already?" "No, I've only met the doctor. By the way is he going to be at the party?" "Probably." "Okay. Well, I don't go to parties uninvited." "Oh, there's no formal invitation as such. We can take anyone we want to. The whole town's going to be there, we can formally introduce you." Since when do I need girls like them to do me such an extravagant favor? "Girls, I don't need you to provide my introduction to this town." "We didn't mean it that way," they said realizing their grave mistake. "Yeah, whatever!" I said rolling my eyes. "Umm so what's your plan for today? We can be your guide and show you around, you know." Well that was a sweet gesture so ignoring their mistake I replied, "Cool, let's go." These poor little small town girls needed my guidance to pick dresses for the party, being a selfless person that I am; I happily obliged and picked them the dresses that are going to make them stand out in the party. "Thank you so much, June. You've helped us a great deal," said the grateful Audrey. "Yes, if it wasn't for you, we would still be searching for the clothes to wear at the party," added Lily. "Girls, huh, I know you need help, so I'm always here to help you," I said with a big smile. "I wish you could come with us to the party tonight," asserted Santana. "I can't unless the Crawfords come to my house to personally invite me." ************************************ ********************************* It was nearly 5 in the evening when I reached home. A very upset, Irina was standing at the gate of the house with folded hands, waiting for me. "Where have you been, June? Why didn't you take my calls?" She bombarded me with questions as I entered through the door. "Chill, Irina. Let me have a glass of water first," I said walking into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water. "Do you have any idea how worried I've been? This is a new place for you June, you have to be a little careful." "Yes, I am aware that this town is new for me and that's why I wanted to get to know it better, explore it a little bit." "But you could have picked up my call. You didn't even come for the lunch." "Irina, I found few girls in a café and we all started talking and they asked me if I could help them pick dresses for the party tonight and I couldn't refuse so I helped them shopping. Is it a big crime?" "You could have informed me that you're going to be late." "I know and I apologize," I said accepting my mistake. This brought down Irina's temper as she came towards me with "motherly affection" and gently putting her hand on my shoulder said, "Honey, I was just worried about you. But it's good to see that you've already found some friends here. And I am sure that you'll form more acquaintances in the party tonight." I was dumbstruck, "Wow! What? Party?" "The Crawfords are hosting a party in our honor tonight at their mansion. They visited here in the afternoon to personally invite us and I accepted their invitation." "You didn't even ask me or inform me about it..." "I tried, but you weren't picking up your phone!" Damn! She always proves me guilty. "Irina, I...I can't go. I am sorry." I said sitting on the couch. "They are hosting the party in our honor, June. How can you not come? Wouldn't that be rude?" Asked she sitting beside me. "Well, yes, but... I don't even have a dress to wear," I said pouting. "Well, you got so many dresses in your wardrobe. I am sure there must be something appropriate for tonight's event." "No, I don't have the right dress Irina." "But you updated your wardrobe before coming here and if I remember correctly you bought some ridiculously expensive dresses?" A smirk spread across my face as I remembered how cleverly I made the decision of updating my wardrobe before moving here to this ghost town where, let's face it, you can't find Gucci. "Yeah, I did. In fact I've a dress that would outshine everyone in the party," I said getting up with sheer enthusiasm, "Let me go and work my magic," I winked and rushed upstairs to my room. ************************************ ********************************* Rome wasn't built in a day now, was it? Beauty takes time and this simple fact of life seemed indigestible for Irina, who was continuously poking me to get ready and head out with her. "15 minutes," I said for the seventeenth time. "June, it's not a beauty pageant," she said walking inside the room, "You're looking wonderful! Now come on, let's go." "Just give me another 15 minutes; I swear I won't take a minute more." "It's not good to arrive late at the parties where you've been invited as special guests. It's already 9 and the mentioned timing was 8 pm." "It's fashionable to be late," I said curling my lashes. "I am done with you," she said surrendering, "Listen, I'm going to the party and I expect you to arrive there within 20 minutes or else you're grounded for life. Your "exploring" trips will also be canceled no matter how much you beg." "I'll be there in 20 but tell me one thing, how am I supposed to reach at the venue?" "The party is being held at the Crawford's mansion and soon as I get there, I'll send someone to pick you up. So be ready, okay?" I nodded in agreement as she left. ************************************ ********************************* Like I said, I only needed fifteen more minutes to get ready and so there I was, waiting for that damned car to arrive but I couldn't see a sign of it. I tried calling Irina but it was unreachable, so I patiently waited for another ten minutes and before I got determined to break something in anger, the car pulled over at my doorstep. Checking myself out in the mirror I headed outside. "You're late," I scolded the chauffeur as I got into the car and we drove off. "How long will it take to reach the mansion?" I inquired from the driver who didn't have the courtesy to say a word in response. Rude! So I sat there quietly waiting to reach my destination. The car had still not reached the "civilized" part of the town yet which was just two miles away from our house. We were still driving in nowhere and the street lights seemed to have forgotten to light tonight. Looking through the window, I stared at the utterly dark and gruesome sky. "Where are we?" I nervously asked my irritating chauffeur again. "In a moment..." he replied grimly. "Looks like Crawfords live in the woods with gummy bears," I said to myself. To tell you the truth, I was very frightened. We were not driving on the same highway through which I entered the "civilized" part of the town this morning, even though it was black as hell but I could still comprehend that we were following another route. The road was grumpy, maybe it was not meant for the cars, maybe because we were in the middle of the jungle. I tried calling Irina once again but damn, her cell phone was still unreachable. "Listen," I said as threateningly as I could, "You don't know me. This party that you're "supposedly" taking me to is being hosted in my honor, so you better get me there in 10 minutes or else you will regret... just take me there okay." It seemed like my warning had an impact on him as he pulled over. Turning towards me he said, "Can you see that old mill over there? The party is shifted here." Sticking my head out of the window, I replied, "No, I can't see a damn thing." "It's right over there," he said pointing at an "invisible mill". "I still can't see anything," I replied rolling my eyes. "Wait," said I getting out of the car and after taking two steps forward, I could miraculously see that old mill, "Yes, there it is," I exclaimed energetically turning around, but to my utter shock the driver was gone. Yep, he disappeared into thin air. I rushed towards the car and pulled opened its door to find a trace of him but it appeared like he was abducted by aliens when I was looking at that wretched mill. "Mr. Chauffeur, are you there? Hello?" I called out several times and looked all over for him but the woods were so dark and deep that I couldn't see find anywhere. |
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