Tuesday, September 07, 2004
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..
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.
Posted at 07:22 am by quill
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
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.
Posted at 06:44 am by quill
Thursday, September 09, 2004
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"
"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.
Posted at 07:43 am by quill
Friday, September 10, 2004
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?
Posted at 06:08 am by quill
Saturday, September 11, 2004
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.
Posted at 08:06 am by quill
Monday, September 13, 2004
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.
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?
Posted at 06:34 am by quill
"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.
Posted at 08:02 am by quill
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
The wind is whistling outside my window and the leaves and branches of a nearby tree creates an echo of somewhat voices fading into thin air. I could have sworn I vividly heard my name. I got up to take a look outside the window. Fireflies swim through the air like little fairies playing. I'm mesmerized by the dancing lights that it didn't take long for me to unconsciously walk outside and follow their charms.
Still, I can hear my name over and over again. Enchanted by the voice so familiar, I trusted every step I'm making going further and further away from the mansion.
Stars twinkle and I thought I can reach them.
It was a windy night but surprisingly, the air is not cold. I walked a little further.
From a distance, I saw a flicker of light and smoke going up the heavens.
I slowly walked and hid behind the playing shadows of the trees.
Someone is tendering a fire in the middle of a circle made of rocks. I went a little closer and hid behind a bush.
I can't see much of the face but this looks like a very huge person. His hair is on his face and he has fingers that can grip a tiny branch and crush it into ashes. He is murmuring something but I can't hear it much.. or, I can't understand.
This is like a sacrificial ground!
I leaned a bit closer to listen but when I stepped on a twig, he suddenly turned around with glaring red big eyes.
I ran as fast as I could, through the trees, to get out into the open field.
Running towards the mansion never looking back.
I entered my room with my head pounding from the sudden blood rush.
"What was that? Who was that?"
Catching my breath and nearly fainting.
I closed my curtains so that he can't gaze through my window. I don't know why I got so scared that I laid on my bed and pulled my sheets up and covered my face.
I passed out.
Posted at 06:49 am by quill
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
I woke up feeling so tired. I checked the time and its quarter past five in the morning. A knock on the door startled me. I got up to see who it is.
Its Vic, my youngest brother. Taller than me, has a dark complexion and slowly shaping to be a young man. Also a smart kid.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"Can you please sign my school paper? Father went home very late last night and I didn't wait for him anymore because I still have to wake up early today. I tried knocking on Sylvia's door but the tv is so loud that my knuckles already hurt and she's still not answering the door. I figured she might be busy with something and doesn't want to be disturbed." he said.
I signed his papers and told him to take a bath.
That's strange. The witch did not in fact call for me to massage her feet last night. What could she be up to? Maybe she's too exhausted from work and passed out. Or, she accidentaly poisoned herself! haha! I wish. I value human life, but her?! She's not even humane!
I remember the first and last time my friends came over for a little chat, she slapped me in front of them. I feel so embarassed and stupid for even bringing my friends to this damed place.
Not to mention shouting at me in front of visitors whenever father is not around. I am like this slave to her that has no brains, no feelings, no emotions, no nothing.
I used to be afraid of her but not anymore. Learning from the books that I've read, she is just another pathetic creature who pretends to be strong by shouting and trying to dominate others when in reality, she is the one scared and weak.
Lost in my thoughts, I felt someone is watching me. I looked at the window and saw leaves flying outside. No one. I shrugged it off.
Things have been so strange lately that I'm having a hard time absorbing everything. And besides, I still have this strange girl in my dreams.
Posted at 11:35 am by quill
Thursday, September 16, 2004
I finished early today. I just finished waxing the entire floor upstairs. My next schedule is tomorrow. I took a long satisfied look on the shiny marble floor and wiped the sweat off my forhead. Its almost three in the afternoon and I could use a cold glass of juice.
I went downstairs. Halfway though, I heard a door creaking. I stopped on my way and listened closely. The sound is coming from upstairs. Strange. I am always left alone in this mansion and I know everybody has gone out. I thought of burglars, but at broad daylight? I gripped my mop tighter and slowly crept my way again upstairs following the sound. Few steps away, I can clearly see footprints on my new waxed floor! It was slightly moist and the person who owns this obviously is barefoot. I followed the prints. Investigating a little further, it lead to the veranda. The door was slightly open. My heart is beating so hard, part of me is excited to catch whoever this is.
The prints were slender and looks like of a woman's. So I am a little confident that there will be less struggle on this one. I slowly took a peek on the door's small opening.
I can see the tea table set, few potted plants, the magazine rack.. I adjusted a little more to get a better view. And there she is.. standing on the edge of the veranda near the railings.
Her hair was long, of chestnut hue, perfectly shaped shoulders of poise and elegance,her waist is slender down to her hips and thighs, her arms are of a goddess, and she has a fragrance of enchantment. This sight enticed me to the last drop.
I fought the urge to confront her..but I just can't control it. I opened the door and went out of my hiding.
I knew she heard me and she turned around. I was fixed on the spot. Not knowing what to say. She was there and as if she was expecting me.
Her white silky vail flows along now with the wind. Her face is as beautiful as I expected it to be. A radiance of a thousand goddesses.
Suddenly, she was distracted by a noise behind me, I turned around, and saw a shadow rushing to go away, when I turned back to her, she was gone.
I went inside to see who it was, I saw another set of prints on the floor. This time, its of a man's.
Damn it! Why does everybody has to walk on a newly waxed floor?!
Posted at 06:44 am by quill