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Wednesday, September 01, 2004

   I'm driving last night or its just my imagination. I'm waiting for a certain raindrop.. the coldest feel that can touch my skin. I ran through the skies.. but every raindrop burns my eyes.. there is just darkness and the only light is illuminated by the moon behind the cloudy skies. "No stars tonight.." i thought to myself.. I drove a little longer.. drank every bit of air around me until im tipsy.. when have i stopped writing? I have thoughts in the wind.. everything is passing me by. I eloped with my quill and started to drift deeper and deeper. I moved through the shadows with only a flicker of a candle in one hand and the scroll of my life on the other. The candle sets off tears.. inflicting pain on me.. but i just had to hold on.. its my only light in the dark.. my only warmth in this thunderstorm.. using my scroll protecting my fire.. burning parts and pieces of my life.. it was nearly quill nearly losing its touch.. i dont have enough ink with me and i still have to write the play. I gathered enough courage, i cut my heart on one side.. i need enough blood to write with.. and there in the darkness it began..
   "..I wish you understand me.." ..those simple lines made her world stop.. confusion made its way through the roses' bush garden.. the scent of full bloomed roses filled the air.. a simple wish that parted the clouds and revealed the moon.. intoxicated by the evening air.. she is swayed by emotions along with the breeze.. I ran after her.. but i dont have agility like the wind.. thorns pierce my skin but i am not taking my eyes off her.. my ears sharp enough to taste every word that comes from her lips.. "i'll anticipate your every move.. so it wouldnt hurt that be when the time comes. I'll make it easy on your part.. goodnight.." .. I have been a fool.. screaming her name over and over and over again..

Posted at 07:50 am by quill
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Thursday, September 02, 2004
Chapter One: The Gift

   "Its a pen and a paper! You mean i can really get in touch with the world now?" Ced exclaimed talking to his step mother. "Yes. You can write your friends as often as you like. But you can't neglect your chores here" she replied and went out of the room. "..and you have to work for your mailing expenses.." she added.
   Its been almost a year since Ced dropped out of college because he's been caught smoking and for the lamest excuse of his step mother that he may be in bad company and can afford to let two semesters pass. His father, having wanting to avoid another argument, agreed with her.
   Immediately, Ced wrote to his bestfriend, Carl, to tell everybody that he has been allowed to send and receive mail every once in a while. He's been stuck in this mansion for too long now and he is running out of books to read in the library. He even read some of those books twice or trice just to keep him busy.
   Ever since his father married again, he is forced to get along with his step mother who is just the epitome of lie. A woman very large for her stature, with big red bulging eyes, a pear shaped body and has legs full of hair. He could have mistaken those legs to be his father's one time they went swimming in the pool and he is underwater looking for his nose ring. Much to his surprise, he is swimming with the sea witch.
   His father, Capt. Edward Velasco, settled to his philosophy books. A very happy man whose laugh can break the walls of China. In his mid 40's decided to retire from the navy and just handle the family business.
   Ced, on the other hand, being the eldest of four siblings, got the impression that he too must be involved in every transaction. After all, he is not going to let that witch take over everything. Following his instinct that she is only after his father's wealth.
   Of course, there is his ratty step brother, Raphaell. Whom at one time he caught smoking in the lawn and secretly takes money from the family vault when he thinks no one is around. "That witch is tolerating her son again..God..when will father believe me? She is just so good in lying to him that she got him to marry her.. yelch!".

Posted at 07:43 am by quill
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Friday, September 03, 2004
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   I woke up and feeling nauseous. I can hear my step mother shouting at the top of her lungs "wake up you lazy ass!". So as to avoid another commotion, I hurriedly got up and pulled my jeans without looking in the mirror if I look okay. "I wouln't bother looking good anyway. I've never been out in the civilization for a long time now.. and I'm just going to see the witch..." I went downstairs hurriedly to see what is she up to.
   "The dogs are loose! They are messing with my garden again!" Sylvia-the-witch is throwing havoc again and still in her scanty night attire. What a way to start my day. I don't mind the dogs but this?!
   "You did not lock their cages again properly last night did you? Did you?!" Her eyes now are fiery red and seemingly popping out of their sockets.
   I did not reply. From the corner of my eye, I can see ratty Raphaell looking out the kitchen window snickering like a little maggot who thinks he is developing wings and turning into a fly.
   Father, still yawning and putting on his glasses went out in the patio and asked "What is going on down there? It's a Sunday at six o'clock in the morning"
   "Oh nothing honey. I just checked if the dogs are okay. Maer is barking and I thought she might be hungry. So I went downstairs to give her few biscuits" Sylvia replied suddenly changing her mood.
   "Ced, what are you doing up so early?" father asked turning to look at me still holding the dogs' chains.
   "Uhm uh.." stammering to blurt out the truth of my rude awakening, I caught my step mother's evil glance "I'm just helping Sylvia, I mean mother feed Maer". And with that, I swore to myself to garlgle a lot of mouthwash after this task.
   I can't believe father doesn't have a clue how that girl turns into a monster whenever he is not looking.
   I had to prepare breakfast. Everybody is starting to get up now and its going to be another long day. Atleast, everybody is home. The witch will find it hard to have an opportunity to corner me again.

Posted at 07:27 am by quill
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Saturday, September 04, 2004
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   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.

Posted at 05:55 pm by quill
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Sunday, September 05, 2004
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   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.

Posted at 08:10 am by quill
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Monday, September 06, 2004
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   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.

Posted at 08:39 am by quill
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Tuesday, September 07, 2004
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    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.

Posted at 07:22 am by quill
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Wednesday, September 08, 2004
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   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.

Posted at 06:44 am by quill
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Thursday, September 09, 2004
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   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.

Posted at 07:43 am by quill
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Friday, September 10, 2004
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   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
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