Haunted House

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I was trekking along the Himalayas and it had just started raining.

The pitiful raindrops that hit me transfered me in the labyrinth of my own mind where I could feel the torrid blood, accelerating ceaselessly. I was only too aware of my existence. It weighed me down, drowning myself in the chasm of my own unexplored soul.

I was looking for shelter.

I came across this building, rather it came across me.A fragmented ruin of my most painfully tortuous memory.

It seemed to me that the building was abandoned. The decaying walls seem to have a life of their own as the water contritely seeped out of the ruins. This building had a eerie atmosphere, maybe it was the fact that it was unused for many years. Maybe it was the windows with the broken panes that glared at me.

This place might have been coys and comfortable once. The dilapidated door grinned at me evilly, the empty windows glared at me with malice. But it was shelter nevertheless from the incessant patter overhead.

The first thing that I noticed as I entered the building was the musty smell and the dust. At one time it might have been luxurious but the dusts of time seemed to have taken over this edifice. Decay was omnipresent.

The house featured among a multitude of queer things an absence of any life forms. Not even the stray rat seemed to be visible. Even the birds that were looking for shelter avoided the building. The stony silence was getting at me.

The building seemed to have trapped me through an open door. I looked out of the open yet uninviting doorway. The sun seemed to be obscured in the sullen sky. Dark clouds blotched the carmine sky. Inky patches in the pure sky. Inky patches pregnant with ablutions raindrops.

The rain purge the world. Washing away the grim as each entity around me transmigrates. It arises among the filth of it's own past all lustrous to confront the future.

I alone remain dry in this silent house of dust covered lost dreams.

I finally get up as I break my ecstatic gaze as I try and will the lonesome raindrop to come and fall on me. But they never do.

I draw strength from my forsaken existence as I get up and walk inside deeper into the maze of this lonesome mansion. One can't Trula appreciate a building from outside or from it's cover, every building like every other object has it's own soul. And the soul is immortal. This building's soul seemed to be calling out to me. Pleading me to come and heal it. Not it, something else but not something as vulgar and ordinary as It. No that would be a horrendous crime.

Faint echoes of a thousand forgotten loving whispers call out to me. I know they understand me. I just know. I slowly walk inside, armed only with my vision and a candle. The flickering candle flame illuminated the room I was in partially. The hot candle wax dripped onto my hand, the sudden pain made me aware of my own existence. It was as if the house was edging toward a perfect void.