A nine-year-old boy named Tyson, who was moving with his family to an old house, away from civilization. The boy had friends to worry about, but he would never see them again. - Why couldn't we stay at home? They miss us! - Tyson said, - Your father got us a better life, you can't complain! - answered Martha, Tyson's mother. An overwhelming silence invaded the vehicle as they arrived at their new home.
- Ah, as I remember that day of our arrival, they seemed like sand days, and light and quiet nights like the singing of birds in the morning. This place was quite controversial, but after ten years you get used to it, cold nights and white mornings ... - Tyson said to himself while an overwhelming silence flooded his bedroom, in that small but in turn, big house. - I wish it could be like a bird and fly aimlessly, just living for me, and no matter what my bipolar father said. Laughing ... - said Jacov, Tyson's father, as he lit the fireplace in the house's room.
- 10 years ago, we arrived, but we did not finish well; 2 years ago, from the passing of my mother, it does not seem coincidence, but someone took it at random. Any spirit, maybe? Someone whose life felt inferior? Who could erase the vital drawing of my mother's shelf? What is the rush to know? ... I have a lifetime while his whereabouts was heaven. - Tyson thought.
How long have they moved happily, a newly pregnant mother, a son devastated by his forgotten life and a father who works at home, from the comfort of his desk chair? That family grew little, and they forgot where they came from, a deceased child inside their womb ... How did it happen? How is it that Martha appeared dead being so healthy, how could someone kill her without a trace and why?
These questions denoted inside Tyson's skull like a honeycomb of annoying killer bees. - Son, what's up? - Jacov asked Tyson. - It's nothing, father. -
If it's nothing, then it's something, tell me ... -
It's just that I miss my mother and my unborn sister. -
How can you lose someone you didn't know? -
Because I was going to meet her. -
I see, your mother was not a wicked person, she saw goodness in every heart, and I have always wondered why she fell in love with a person like me. -
What makes you unique, I guess, it's because you won his heart. -
Jacov is silent. Once again, there is an overwhelming silence ...
- Dad, I've always wondered why here the silence seems dead and cold but overwhelming at the same time.
Because you are close to those who love you, and they love you more when they are close to you, like a soul that lacks a port, it meets the river of souls of its ancestors within itself, and you discover that you are not alone.
If so, I only feel one person, and it's not you. -
So what am I for you? -
There is a myth that says that every living person has a ghost in the shadow, and to know it, the outline of the shadow turns white when you see it. -
If not?
Then you are not alive. -
Everything you tell me are hoaxes, you are nothing more than a child yet, and you will not grow until you learn to be a man like your grandfather taught me to be and just until three years ago I could be, already when it was too late to care for your mother. -
The next night there was not much to tell, a pair of broken glass and spilled blood ... A book of secrets and the truth untold, a weight falls on Tyson's shoulders ... Jacov is dead.
How could this happen, and who? The questions will keep hitting my skull inside until I find out the truth. -
Martha's book, which held the cold and bloody hands of Jacov, said that a room in the house was magical, that he could grant everything you want just by painting it on the wall ... But everything comes with a fair price. No one knows who lived there and what he did with that room to make it so unique, but every special thing has a place and value, both as a reason to be.
Tyson approached the room, feeling his shoulders grow heavy and his throat dry. Every step he took toward that old door surrounded by darkness, and his heart was beating so loudly that it could be heard away, so much that Tyson felt his heart pounding, his breathing sealed to the point of being near suffocation.
What is happening to me? I must know the truth!
At the moment of touching that knob of old silver, and turning it, when a gust of cold wind was released from the open crack of the door of that room, you could hear whispers saying that I returned where it came from and never came back because this room It brought nothing but problems.
Tyson opened the door and entered, the door was sealed behind him, and he turned around to make sure he was about... There was no one, nothing, not a single piece of furniture, not only noise. He lit the oil lantern and illuminated buckets of black paint, and somewhat atrocious drawings on the walls ... Each picture was signed with the blood of each person he has drawn. And there it was ... Martha's drawing. One life for one life - Save the presence of my only child, and I will conceive a body for the spirit trapped in this room. - It said a note on the wall signed by Martha, along with an answer. - I think it's a fair deal. - Signed by Lucius Fernando ... - Lucius Fernando? Sounds like a novel's name ... But it seems so familiar ... -
The walls began to move, and they wrote: "DRAW YOUR DEEPER WISHES" ... - I will not fall! You have taken my family! - But I haven't done anything to make such a thing happen. Your family took their lives, your father wanted you to know the truth before he died and your mother tried to save you, but none could keep you because you are a dead person, your soul has a black eyeliner. -
Then I want a soul! I want to get my family back! -
Your wish is my command. -
The room began to burn through the drawings, turning the house into ash, heat, flames, and smoke slowly made Tyson unconscious.
If officer, he is, that is the man who killed his father and then burned the house to cover the trails and die without guilt! -
Wait a minute, where am I? Why am I pointing guilty to a crime that did not happen !? What happens!? -
A man appears in the same cell as Tyson.
You like? This will be your home now, you gave me your body and I gave you a new one with a soul, be happy that you are currently alive but you will live in this asylum blaming the death of your whole family because that was ... In the end, it is no longer your family but mine, and you killed them, and you will suffer here. Do you like the plan? Do not? Too bad, see you later!
Nothing makes sense!… But what if it was my fault? Do not! It wasn't my fault, I saw everything, and it wasn't me ... I wish I could change the facts ... -
After a long night of thinking and torture, Tyson wakes up only to find himself out of the asylum ...
What's going on? They look for me ... I must disappear and search for answers, my family is alive, I can feel it, but I must know how to bring them back to life or meet them ... I know I can, but how? ...
To be continued…
About the Creator
Eddie J Grym
I have been creating stories for fifteen years now, but have only been writing since 2014. I enjoy the craft that is to spell the adventures of the mind into sentences and pages to share these journeys with others.
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