Things to be Needed

Once there existed a small town by the seashores. The town’s name, by the way, was Anasti. It was a simple looking town with simple people abiding in it. Nothing else. The town was of course hit by tropical storms, a blessing of the sea people would say. It was just as wide as a big ship.Despite its petite stature however, the town was a fantastical mix of both Ancient , And tall structures of  Fine Rosewood, their smooth outer creating a sparkle of light, and the rather perfectly aligned windows; while not taking count of their irregular forms, their warm colors make a tingling sensation of the acknowledgement of perfection, rather than that of irritation. Alongside, there remains a maybe small hint of small gardens on the verandas,perhaps a mixture of rising Bright Dandelions;their warm colors inviting, the thoughtful Strokes of the Deep Lilacs, The red roses Being encouraging.The tall Oakwood trees were spluttered together , in a short distance away from human contact, as if they were a child Artist’s work, like young spots on a canvas , all aligning to the centre. In one of the more fancy homes near the shore, There lived a young child  called Nina. She had smooth and long black hair and brown freckles spluttered across her face, which instead of marring her face, made her portrait look more complete and fullfilled . Little Nina loved her town , she loved the sandy Beach, although Oak trees always felt overwhelming to her;she Still liked to Consider those as a member who would help her in her imaginat- Imagine- I-maj-uh-nuh-tive, Imaginative Stories she would think in her sleep.Mostly, though, She Loved the Beautiful garden Mama made . She loved breathing in the salt breeze, She loved walking in the sandy beach and turning papa into a sand mermaid…merman(?) with her mama, whenever Mama wasn’t busy in work, and papa wasn’t hiding in the attic. She always loved the time of Christmas,though, there was no puffy white snow on the lawn to greet her because mama said ,”It’s too much temp- Heat to snow like the Alaska, sweetie,” She still took a liking to it,for her birthday fell on the same time. She still remembers the sweet creamy, delightful red cake of her 4th birthday. Mama made that cake. She also wished her a great birthday. Ah! She loved it!

[Nina woke up early in the morning.Many a small birds were chirping merrily on the window, some blue mixed in with white and black, while others were simply common sparrows with their crying puffed up babies.Hearing the sound of those small birds being angry with each other, she took a look at the almost pink leaves Of Crab- crabe … Mitral? Mutral?oh, Mama told her that- It was called a crabe Myrtle, Nina would never forgive the tree-namers for making such a hard Spelling! Still, being sleepy, She was rubbing her red-looking eyes and yawned. Her head felt empty until mama came. Nina was surprised as mama didn’t come home from her job last night. Papa was talking on the – what was it called again? Phoe? Phea?Poll? Wait….It must be called a Phone!’, Nina Thought to herself.

Papa looked quite worried while talking. Nina thought not to disturb him and play with the ‘Dolly’ mama gifted her. After an hour, Papa hurriedly came to her room. He picked her up by this arms and Nina giggled. But, then, she saw her Papa’s worried and tired face, Nina’s smile faded. She asked,” Why are you worried papa? ”.

At the sudden question of Nina, Papa looked at her and smiled,“ No, No Why would I when my sweetest little joy is in front of me blessing my soul. ”,”Papa, you say things that I don’t understand.” ,”Oh, do I?”, Papa said. Nina giggled at the awkwardness of him.

Suddenly, Nina remembered something. She asked , “Papa, where did mama go?” At this , papa’s face darkened. Nina felt a bit frightened. She saw Papa put on a brave smile and then he said, ”No worries, sweetie. Mama is a bit sick And I will go visit her in the hospital! Meanwhile, you would stay at Gramma’s house! Wouldn’t you love it?”

Nina felt worried, “Is Mama going to be ok, Papa?”. Papa looked unsure, but he said , “No worries. Mama will come home in no time! ”

At this, Nina felt assured. Papa then took her outside ,to the shop. He gave her a candy! Nina felt so happy! Then, they went over to Gramma’s house. After leaving her at Gramma’s care, papa left.

Neither Mama nor papa came back that night.

So, back to her birthday, Nina was surprised to see mama. Mama was still wearing her red sweater from last day. “Silly mama didn’t change her clothes , did she?”, Nina thought to herself.” Mama! I missed you! Are you Ok now?”, Nina asked. Mama smiled warmly,” Of course, my baby. Why wouldn’t I be?” .

Nina was surprised at what mama said, “Looks like someone forgot their birthday, huh? It must not be a certain someone in the name of Nina!” Wait, mama is right ! How could Nina forget her own birthday! Mama then said, ”Happy birthday, sweetie! Guess what surprise I have for you!” Surprise! The birthday was already getting better since mama was back. Whoo-hoo! Mama then held out her hand that had a very red cake. ]

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Nina cherished that memory. She told papa about it, but he didn’t believe it. After that day, Nina never saw mama again.

The end

The room was full of claps. There was only one slogan in everyone mouths ‘Good story!’. The English teacher even got surprised by it. He patted Nina’s back and said, “Truly, that was a great story, Nina. I never knew you were such a talented writer!” Nina blushed at the compliment. “No, Professor it was nothing”, ” Whatever you say , Nina ” , The teacher sighed.

Nina went out the classroom only to see a certain smiling woman wearing a red sweater. She smiled back at her and mouthed a word ‘Mama’.

Everyone in the school was wondering who that black-haired, freckled girl was smiling at yesterday.

The Door

‘’Mike? What are you doing there? Come help me arrange the boxes!”

“Coming, mum!”

***

Today, we’ve just moved into a house, a small and a dandy cottage on the 42 Parker Street, block number 36, that is devoid of all the memories of Texas. An ideal home for a calm , collected mother and her troublemaker son; who is, needless to say, is me.

Nothing is unorderly, with all the windows and the doors being right where they need to be.

All doors have followed an oriental style for their colour palette and hues, which is unexpected by my mother’s taste , but nonetheless exciting.

After all , getting something so wonderful and artistically decorated at such a cheap cost shouldn’t happen all the time.

Well, all but one door.

Coated with a sheet of black rosewood, it stood out like a sore thumb amongst all the ancient doors.

I have always been a courageous boy, never afraid to explore places that I’ve seen on the TV, something which often got me in trouble in my boyhood.

I have even got two new friends in the neighborhood, Martin and Regina, I can already tell those two know of every words and gossips that come across the neighbourhood, and they are the friendliest bunch, no matter how much mysterious, ominous, how pathetic the friend might be.

Even, they don’t recall any incidents of a ‘ghostbuster stuff’ as they … regard it as.

But, Fear like this is something I have never experienced before.

Back in Texas, I was haunted by the memories of my- my … grandma.

Here, it’s something entirely different. It- It is a living inferno bestowed upon me by the devil, perhaps I had sinned the most by not being her obedient little boy, perhaps I should have tried to cover up my ‘works’ more…efficiently…I should’ve covered up her crimes for good…

Yes, I should have been good enough, I shouldn’t have been so curious of that door, I shouldn’t have been so selfish to satisfy my curiosity!

All these musings I have, I can’t explain them.

At night, I keep hearing vile sounds that gives off the presence of a horrendous creature that should have never existed.

Perhaps, it runs down to that one door.

I know, I feel that I am being paranoid, but what if it is what I expect it to be?

What if all the I musings I keep having, all the restlessness, all the terrifying noises, what if the door is, actually the source of it all?

Maybe, this is why I keep nearing that wooden door.

One day, I shall truly go open that door to quench my eye’s curiosity.

I just hope it won’t be too before the creature on the other side opens it as well.

****

“Morning, Mark!, ” Chancy remarked to me.

I snorted at the nickname. My actual is Martin, not Marky or something.

Nonetheless, I replied ecstatically to the girl I love the most in the entire world, perhaps the love being only second to my mother, “Morning to you as well, Chancy!”

It resulted in Chancy giving me a toothy smile more beautiful and brighter than the sun, and it made my day more happier that it should be able to.

As I opened my mouth to express my love, I couldn’t really help but notice that Chancy became somewhat stiffer, more alert.

I shouldn’t suppose I saw something of a … blur? Yes, I saw it as the blur darted behind Chancy rapidly as if it was watching over our steps, quietly like a predator.

Fidgeting with a strand of her black curly hair in her delicate, pale hands, she said something that made me fall in a deep thinking.

“Mark, do you know what happened to the boy on block 36?”

I started to think for an answer.

I spoke my thought,”I suppose, his name was … Mike…”

Looking at me trailing off, Chancy looked behind her, her eyes darting for an intruder.

Or was it?

Did someone even come to live at the block 36?

Of course, they would have , they were supposed to come five months ago, obviously.

If so, then I didn’t remember meeting the boy? I surely would have met him and make him come out of the shell.

Why don’t I remember somebody coming up at that block, then?

Is… there even a block number 36…?

I don’t understand…

Perhaps, Chancy might’ve been talking about the block 37, not 36?

I suppose,yes,… maybe.

I opened my eyes.

I look around, letting my eyes gaze over the rather dull atmosphere. Something is very wrong here.

…

…

…

Wasn’t it sunny a moment ago?

Why is it dark now?

Regina isn’t there too. She probably left, didn’t she?

I suppose…

There is something running over the walls . What is that?

It’s getting bigger.

And Bigger.

And Bigger.

I walk around and around, only to return to the same pathway once again,

‘Mike!’, I call for my dear and near friend. Not a single echo replies back.

The area has now taken a whitish hue, everything ; every orchards, every estate, every parks. Nothing, nothing is left.

I close my eyes, bidding my time away.

One ,two , three.

I opened my eyes , wishing to wash away the deception I think it to be. Rather, All I saw was Chancy standing in front of me,. She isn’t stiff any longer.

With a concerned look in her face,She spoke in all her blond – haired glory,

“Silly, is me asking you about the William on block 37 a reason for you to completely zone out!?'