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I
live
in
fiction.
I
refuse
to
become
the
slave
of
the
tides.
I
love
full
moons.
I
have
a
passion
for
romance,
drama
and
comedy.
I
dwell
in
adventures
that
might
have
existed
in
another
time.
   

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Saturday, September 04, 2004
Page 3

   A letter from Carl! Hmm..
  
   "Hi man! How have you been doing there? We miss you here..I told everybody that you're allowed to send and receive mail. Of course, you know, I am choosing my words.. just in case. We can't wait to hear from you again.
   Take care okay? We'll see you as soon as you're allowed to."

   The envelope was already opened when I found it on top of the grand piano. Turning around to go up to my room, the heavy feeling of being watched is confirmed. Yes there she is, the ultimate pretender.
   "So, getting mails already huh?" Sylvia hissed. "If not for your birthday, I wouln't have let you communicate with your pesky friends"
   Proceeding to climb the stairs clutching Carl's letter in my hand, I tried to ignore her.
   "Well, I said you can send and receive mail. I did not say anything about me not reading them" she exclaimed and guffawed.
   I can feel my ears burning but I am not into killing low life species now.. at least not now.

   I sneaked really early this morning to drop my letters in the mail box. I stayed up all night writing letters to everybody I can think of just to tell them I'm still alive and struggling to stay sane. It's so hard to keep my sanity intact in this mansion. Sometimes I can hear voices whenever I am alone.

   There was a time, I was reading a book on a sofa by the foyer and I passed out at around three in the afternoon. I suddenly awoke upon hearing my name. As a force of habit, I jumped up and hurriedly went to the place where the voice came from. Half way in the vestibule, I suddenly realized that I am alone. Everybody left this morning. Damn! Even in my sleep, that witch is haunting me.

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Sunday, September 05, 2004
Page 4

   Another incident almost similar to that occured not long ago while I was cleaning the backyard the other day. I let the dogs loose in the yard for a while. Suddenly, I heard the television upstairs switching channels. I also heard footsteps by the master's bedroom. Having to stay in this mansion for so long, I developed a very keen sense of hearing. I checked the garage to see if somebody went home a little early. No one. So I stopped what I'm doing and went upstairs. I slowly crept the stairs just in case the witch decided to surprise me again. I checked the shoe rack so I can tell who's home. No one. Strange.
   I held on to the door knob and slowly turned it. The master's bedroom is like a personal apartment complete by itself. It has a personal frige on one corner, a little salas complete with four chairs and a center table. The floor is made of parquet and I have been waxing the same damed floor for so many times. The king size bed is full of white pillows. Having just changed the bed sheet, I straightened it a bit. Fixing the side table, I arranged the lamp and a few frames. The television wasn't on so I figured It was just my imagination. But when I got a little closer, I felt the static electricity from the screen still so active. I touched the head of the tv and its still warm. I smelled cigarette burning.
   I followed the reek into the walk-in closet where there are four dressers. Through another door, I made my way into the bathroom where there are scented candles all over the place. I looked behind the shower curtain, the tiles are pearly white. "Nothing here" I thought. Walking to the bath tub area, "there really is nothing in here! Where the hell is that freaking smell coming from?!".
   And just like that, I heard a horn blowing.
   I hurried downstairs again, faster than my breath can take. For a while I thought I saw something or someone is sitting in the receiving area. I stopped on my tracks to look back. I saw a black figure, like of a scarecrow. Long black trench coat and a pointed hat and a lighted cigar. Caught between stun and panick, I grabbed the keys and went out of the door.

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Monday, September 06, 2004
Page 5

   The doorbell rang. I hurriedly dropped what I'm doing. This might be the miracle visitor I've been waiting for to liberate me from this hell.
   It was Sylvia's jeweler.
   "Is that Milly?" a shout from upstairs.
   "Yes its her. Shall I let her in?" I asked.
   "Let her wait in the receiving area and serve her some juice. I'm going down in while".
   I led the strange woman into a soft couch by the salas. I went to the kichen to prepare some juice. Just as I handed her the glass, she spoke "To drown into one's inner hate is to let darkness consume one's fate".
   I looked at her and asked her what the hell did she say. She looked at me behind those square thick glasses while sipping her drink and just smiled. With a puzzled look on my face, i asked her again.
   Thuds of footsteps rained the staircase like a thunder. I quickly got up and hurried to the kitchen knowing that Sylvia is coming.
   I pretended to be going about my chores while they settle deals. Sylvia is yet having another set of jewelries be made. I can hear jems, diamonds, gold etc., rattle. From the corner of my eye, the little woman is showing Sylvia many more ornaments. "...and this one is designed inspired from ancient Egypt.."
   I don't have time for this. Although very intrigued by the strange jeweler, I can hear the dogs bark in the backyard. I have to feed them or else I'm going to stir the witch's dark powers and make her curse me again.
   "Ced!!". Oh what is it this time?! I went inside the house once again. "Assist Milly as she leaves." 
   Great. Now I'm going to spend some time with the weird woman again.
   I opened the gate. As she stepped outside by the pavement, she looked at me again behind those glasses. I tried to avoid her gaze but she again spoke "Soon". Huh? What is that? She walked away and disappeared in the corner. "The old woman must be losing it" I muttered and turned to go back in the house. On the porch, I saw a shining thing on the ground. I picked it up and well, its just a silver ring. I placed it in my pocket and went back to go feed the dogs.

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Tuesday, September 07, 2004
Page 6

    I watched her as she walked towards me. The wind blowing through her hair. Her slender figure mesmerized me. I stood there motionless staring at her thinking that even a blink of an eye is a waste of time. Cold sweat started to fill my forhead and my knees felt weak.
   She got closer and closer.. I can smell her perfume and the moment I closed my eyes, I got lost in time. "..have you been waiting that long?" she asked.
   "Its okay. I.." I wanted to say I longed for this moment, I prayed for this moment.
   I remembered vividly seeing you laugh.. hearing you sing.. ... at much greater distance. You don't know me.
   At one time you called me by my name. My heart stopped and I frantically grasped for air.
   "Are you all right?" she asked, snapping me back to the moment.
   "Yes. Sorry. Something came to my mind" I lied.
   I am now panicking for words to say. All I have is my passion for her. I did not anticipate this. I handed her something.
   It was a blur.
   Then she told me she have to go.
   Just like that, I was watching her walk away. Something hurts inside the more she disappears in the distance.
   I was falling.. falling deep into the shadows.
   I tried to grab on to something..
   A dream.
   My skin is still burning and I'm bathing in sweat. I sat up and closed my eyes. The details of her lips, the tip of her lashes, the curve of her brows, her intense stare, the lines of her neck, her hair flowing with the wind..
   I took a deep breath still familiar with her perfume until it vanishes into thin air..
   I smelled cigar.
   The figure moved in the shadows avoiding the moon's glare.
   It lingered for a while in my room and went straight into the mirror and disappeared.
   What the hell is happening?! What time is it? Three a.m. Great. I pulled the sheets back and drowsed back to sleep.

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Wednesday, September 08, 2004
Page 7

   A little shaken from my dream. The day is unusually flowing in a stop and go time frame. I'd get stuck and be absorbed in my thoughts.
   "What is the matter with you?" my sister Mary asked.
   "H-huh? Oh nothing. I had a dream last night. Nevermind." I replied while I water the plants.
   But she followed me around pestering me about my dream. My sister is very intrigued by things happening to me since I told her about the scarecrow man incident.
   "I wasn't dreaming when I saw the dark shadow last night. I told you, I woke up all sweaty and I smelled cigar. I am most certain that it was him." I said.
   "Oooh.. this guy maybe visiting you often 'cos he knows you can see him! Or he has something to tell you.. an important message! Try talking to him!" she exclaimed.
   "Or, it is really is his routine to visit rooms every night checking on everybody to see if they are already asleep and tries to take over the bodies and control them" I spooked her by making a weird facial expression while talking.
   She just laughed her heart out and told me I'm so weird and went back inside the house with me.
   Meanwhile, Sylvia is in the cannopy. Wearing her usual "Madamme" dress. Her chin is up looking like the queen of hearts "off with her head!!!". I chuckled with the thought.
   Its a lazy day for everybody. Most of the boys have been watching tv while I dust the furnitures upstairs. I got tired of complaining since all of the servants have been sent away by the witch. My father got the impression that I actually like doing this. He just passed by behind me moments ago and gave me a tap on the shoulder. I sneered, he just smiled.
   The hallway upstairs is of parquet floor. The walls are decorated by Indian art paintings. Mostly of colorful deities. There is a chair made of hard wood with flower carvings of some kind with cushions of ethnic motif.
   Holding a little figure of buddha on one hand, I carefully placed it down after dusting the little guy. In the corner of my eye, I saw a dark figure pass on my right side. I quickly turned to see who it was.
   No one.

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Thursday, September 09, 2004
Page 8

   I walked toward the area where I think I saw something. On my way there, I passed by the hallway mirror. I swear my reflection is looking at me when I did not look at the mirror at all. I went back to check if it really happened. This time, its pretty normal.
   I touched the mirror's surface and it made a little wave that as if its made of soft substance almost liquid like. I backed away in shock and examined it more closely. Now when I touched it again, its back in its normal state. I must be tired. Must be the afternoon sun that is causing this illusion.
   I turned to gather my cleaning materials and went downstairs.
   That night, after getting all the clothes outside and placing them in the hamper, I went inside my room to rest. Having done all of my usual daily chores, I'm hitting the sack again with my remaining energy just enough to spread the sheets.
   I turned off the lights and the shadows of leaves played on my wall. It must be an illusion but I saw them forming a pointed hat. I blinked my eyes several times but it really is what I am seeing. My only source of light is the full moon. The switch is by the door so its impossible to reach it now.
   I tried to grab anything within my reach to defend myself just in case.
   Strong scent of cigar filled my room. I am nealy suffocating when a knock on my door startled me.
   Damn! I'm dreaming again.
   My heart still drumming so loud in my chest, I got up to answer the door. It was Danny, my third sibling. A premature baby, very healthy for his kind.
   "What do you want?" talking in between yawns and stretches, I asked him.
   "Mary told me about the scarecrow guy and I want to know more" he said.
   "Don't you think its rather late for you to ask me to tell a story?"
   "But I can't sleep with the thought that there is a creepy guy lurking in this house!"
   "Man, Its just my imagination playing with me. None of these crap is true. Now go back to your room before Sylvia hears you." I dismissed him successfully.
   As much as I wanted to chat with my younger brother a bit more, with the witch's sharp ears, we could be both in trouble.

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Friday, September 10, 2004
Page 9

   All I can feel is the hard drumming of my heart. It almost pushed me face down. I traveled the corridors and hallways of the mansion.
   I made my way through the stairs as swift as the wind. I hardly noticed my feet touch the ground. The paintings see me with eyes I know I've looked onto before. Portraits of deities. They are just paintings.
   Going downstairs once again, I went out. The moon is full. I went around the rose garden. The roses bloomed as if acknowledging the moon.
   The dogs are barking furiously. I turned around to see Maer in full attack mode. Her fangs are so sharp that it scared me a bit. She is glaring at me.
   I quickly went inside the house.
   Why didn't she recognize me?
   I let my feet carry me.
   I found myself in the attic. I lit a candle and made my way through old stuffs. There, a full length mirror stood in the corner. Before I can even gaze at myself on it, everything went black.
   ...
   ......
   Gasping for air again, I made my way in the dark for the light switch. I have to drink a glass of water. My throat is so dry for some reason.
   Strangely, I feel so tired when I didn't leave my bedroom.. or so that's what I know.
   I remembered the dream-like thing that happened.
   Was it just a dream?
   That wasn't me. Maer knows me very well. I'm the one feeding her since she was a puppy.
   Who was that? Have I been reading too much lately? What time is it? Why do I smell cigar in my hands?

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Saturday, September 11, 2004
Page 10

   Its another hectic day and I am to be in two places at the same time. Sylvia is getting ready for work and she's sending me to do things in a rush. I don't know which one should I do first.
   "Is my skirt ironed already?" a shout from upstairs banged the walls of the hallway.
   "Almost!" I shouted back. On my way, I checked if the stew I'm preparing is almost done. Adjusting the heat slightly and I made my way upstairs carrying the damned skirt.
   I tapped the master's bedroom door, she opened it showing irritation on her face and snatched the skirt from me and slammed the door back.
   I went downstairs to set the table for everbody will be having their breakfast in a few while.
   Father came looking pressed and ready for the day, sat first on the table with his usual good mood smile.
   One by one, everybody took their place on the table. If not for my love for my father, I would have let them eat first than to sit beside the witch all through out the meal. It didn't make any difference. I am required to stand every now and then to fetch whatever Sylvia needs. "I want juice" "Please prepare me a special salad" "Get more rice" "Give Raphaell more juice" I really don't mind. I got used to this. When I finally get my chance to actually sit on my place, all that is left for me to feast upon are left overs. And everybody stands up to leave.
   I used to wallow on this situation. But it happens everytime so I managed to get over it. Even at times, no food will be left on the table. Instead of going hungry, I learned to set aside a little of the food and keep it on a cupboard in my room. Talk about being prepared for situations.
   I used to suggest to father to hire atleast one helper because I can't really do things in the house with Sylvia's "special" orders.
   We did that. None of those helpers lasted. The longest stay of one is a month. Who can tolerate the witch's attitude? Me. For now.

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Monday, September 13, 2004
Page 11

   Everybody has gone once again. Locking the garage gate, I went inside the house again. After washing the dishes, I know the whole day is mine again. I sat in front of the piano and played pieces by Mozart.
   Absorbed by the melody, I closed my eyes and let the music carry me. I smelled roses. Stopping to turn around, the two sliding doors leading to the garden is open. The breeze is playing with the curtains. I walked and stepped outside. Birds are chirping and the sun hid behind the clouds. I walked a little further until I found myself far deep into the garden.
   I heard twigs break nearby. I stopped on my tracks. I listened closely. But the sound also stopped. After a while of trying to listen harder, I gave up. I continued on my way and heard more twigs break. I quickly turned around hoping I would catch something or someone following me. This time, my heart is aldeady drumming in my ears.
   I made my way back into the house. Remembering I left the sliding doors open. I instinctively placed my hands on my pocket and sighed. What is this. Taking a hand out holding something. A ring? Oh yeah.. this is the same jeans I'm wearing when that weird Milly dropped by. I put the ring on. It fit my finger perfectly.
   I feld drowsy.
   Made my way to the couch and lied there for a while.
   Deep sleep.
   I felt her hands ran through my hair, my eyes still closed. "I love you Ced" .. I kept my eyes closed as if I'm deeply asleep. She continued to caress my face like she longed for the moment to finally have me close.
   The sun is almost gone from the horizon when I woke up. It feat so real that I can still hear her voice in my head. Who is she?

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Page 12

   "Ouch!" I hurriedly opened the faucet placed my bleeding finger under the running water. I'm cooking dinner and I accidentaly cut my finger while slicing a piece of onion. I have been so absent minded lately. Then I noticed the ring, It didn't dawn on me to take it off.
   Everybody is frantic once again. Everybody is home. After eating dinner, I went to walk the dogs. I enjoyed the night's breez as I set the dogs loose in the garden.
   I sat on the garden swing and gazed up the stars.
   The lights in the hallway looks so magnificent at night. The chandeliers luminate the whole house majestically that I know, for anyone who passes by feels a twitch of envy inside them. If you only knew the people who live here, you would be so thankful for whatever you have now. I feel a twitch of envy for them myself.
   I realized it was getting late so I put the dogs back to their cages and went inside the house through the backdoor.
   "And where in the hell have you been?" the witch roared. "I just walked the dogs" I replied.
   "I'm almost losing my voice shouting and calling for you and you were no where to be found! Now you made me go down here to look for you! Maybe you're not really walking the dogs. You just don't want to attend to me"
   "I really did walk the dogs!" cleching my teeth, I replied.
   "Maybe I should take away your radio too, so you will learn your lesson" She said with a smirk.
   The radio is the next thing holding my sanity intact. Its one device I get updates of the outside world. Now she's taking it away?! Too far you bitch.. too far!
   "What do you want me to do anyway? Why were you calling for me?" irritatingly I asked.
   "Nothing. I just need you to go upstairs. I can't sleep and I had a rough day. You can massage my feet while I'm watching tv and you may stop when I tell you so." she said.
   These words burned my ears. Its already an hour before midnight and she's what?! She's asking me to massage her feet?!
   I went through the ordeal with every curse that I can think of. Two o'clock in the morning, I finally get to say hello to my bed. Rest.

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