Going Home (Going Home#1)

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Eric: Discovery

I heard my grandmother scream early in the morning, and when I went down to check up on her, Albern told me to leave since she was resting. He didn’t tell me why she screamed or what had happened. When I’d asked, he’d threatened me that he’d lock me up in the room for rest of my time here. His reaction had left me baffled, and a sensible part in me had told me to leave him be. And this was hours ago.

Frustrated, I take out my drawing pad and start sketching Albern. For some reason, I really hate the guy. After completing the sketch, I put the sketchbook away and sneak downstairs, for I feel restless.

“I’m coming to take medicine, Arnold. Make sure it’s ready!” I hear Albern talk to someone on the phone. He’s pouring the tea, probably for grandmother, and his back is turned towards me. I make a face at his back, wishing I could walk up to him and treat him as per his station in the household. Only, my grandmother cherished him more than me. Or maybe he hadn’t disappointed her as I had and my mother had.

It’s a good chance, I realize. My grandmother is not feeling well, and Albern is going out to bring the medicine. If anything, I want to check what is on the first and second floors, for I heard my grandmother scream when she was on the second floor. Both of the floors have doors by the stairs, and they’re always locked, isolating the floors from the rest of the house. I know how to pick a lock, thanks to my sister.

I quietly move back to the third floor and stand in the hall window from where it will be easy for me to watch Albern leave. After ten minutes of waiting, I see him leaving in the car, which means he is leaving the town. As soon he vanishes from my sight, I rush down to check the house. As expected, my grandmother’s room is locked, and just for safety measures, I bolt it from the outside as well. Better be safe than sorry.

After making sure the house is empty and front doors locked, I run-up to the second floor. It doesn’t take much to pick the lock and open the door. As soon as I step inside, a foul smell hits me. Pinching my nose, I breathe through my mouth as I move forward gingerly. Strangely, the curtains are pulled, and there is no light, which makes it difficult to see what’s ahead. Good thing I had dug out a torch. Turning it on, I look around.

There is nothing much in the hallway, just some old furniture covered with a white cloth. I make my way towards the rooms. The first door I try is locked, so I pick the lock again, only to be shocked at what I find inside. Skeletons cover the floor on one side and strange equipment on the other. I flash the light over them slowly. There are some strange liquids in the bottles as well as an old grinder. I gag and rush outside as I realize what it could be.
Is this what my grandmother does in here? What is she doing? No, I am just thinking too much.
I lock the door again and move towards the other door, which is unlocked. I slowly open the door but stop as I hear the sharp intake of breath from inside the room.
“Who is in there?” I ask quietly but hear nothing. I open the door and step inside.
“Who are you?” I hear someone ask harshly.
I flash the light around and stagger back in shock as the scene before drains all the energy from within me. There is a cage, a huge one in the center of the room. There sits a man with silver-white hair and violet eyes with a silver hue. He stands up and presses his face against the bars to get a look at me, seeing my face, he snarls like an animal exposing his sharp-pointed incisors.
“Who are you, boy?”
“First.....who or....what are you?” I stutter and try to stand up.
He laughs out aloud and starts saying something in Latin or Greek, I can’t tell. When he starts, I feel his voice echo all over the place, so I do only one thing that comes into my mind, I run.

I heard my grandmother scream early in the morning, and when I went down to check up on her, Albern told me to leave since she was resting. He didn’t tell me why she screamed or what happened and when I asked, he threatened me that he would have me locked up in the room for rest of my time here.

I take out my drawing pad and start sketching Albern. For some reason I really hate the guy. After completing the sketch, I put the sketch book away and sneak downstairs.

“I am coming to take medicine, Arnold. Make sure its ready!” I hear Albern talk to someone on the phone. He is pouring the tea, probably for grandmother and his back is turned towards me.

It’s a good chance. My grandmother is not feeling well and Albern is going out to bring the medicine. I want to check what is on the first and second floors for I heard my grandmother scream when she was on the second floor. Both of the floors have doors by the stairs and they are always locked, isolating the floors from rest of the house. I know how to pick a lock, thanks to my sister.

I quietly move back to the third floor and stand in the window in the hall from which I would be able to see Albern leave. After ten minutes of waiting, I see him leaving in the car which means he is leaving the town. As soon he vanishes from my sight, I rush down to check the house. As expected, my grandmother’s room is locked, and just for safety measures, I bolt it from the outside as well. Better be safe than sorry.

After making sure the house is empty and front doors locked, I run up to second floor. It doesn’t take much to pick the lock and open the door. As soon as I step inside, a foul smell hits me. Covering my mouth with my hand tightly, I gingerly move forward. Strangely, curtains are pulled and there is no light, making it difficult to see whats ahead. Good thing I had dug out a torch. Turning it on, I look around.

There is nothing much in the hallway just some old furniture covered with white cloth. I make my way towards the rooms. The first door I try is locked so I pick the lock again only to be shocked at what I find inside. Skeletons cover the floor on one side and strange equipment on the other. I flash the light over them slowly. There are some strange liquids in the bottles as well as an old grinder. I gag and rush outside as I realize what it could be.
Is this what my grandmother does in here? What is she doing? No, I am just thinking too much.
I lock the door again and move towards the other door, which is unlocked. I slowly open the door but stop as I hear sharp intake of breath from inside the room for it is so quiet that I can hear my own breathing.
“Who is in there?” I ask quietly but hear nothing. I open the door and step inside.
“Who are you?” I hear someone ask harshly.
I flash the light around and slump down in shock as the scene before drains all the energy from within me. There is a cage, a huge one in the room in which sits a man with silver white hair and violet eyes with a silver hue. He stands up and presses his face against the bars to get a look at me, seeing my face he snarls like an animal exposing his sharp-pointed incisors.
“Who are you, boy?”
“First.....who or....what are you?” I stutter and try to stand up.
He laughs out aloud and starts saying something in Latin or Greek, I can’t tell. When he starts, I feel his voice echo all over the place, so I do only one thing that comes into my mind, I run.

♡♡

I wait for Adria in front of Trade D Crops away from the sight of Dan. I can hear him laugh and talk to his coworkers. Adria isn’t here, for I don’t see her bike. I keep standing there as I don’t plan on going back to that house. When I’d run, I’d brought my sketch book and few clothes in a small bag. I’m pretty sure my grandmother or Albern will find out that I went on the second floor if the things I’d discovered on the second floor were this bad, what was on the first floor. I shudder, trying to expel the images from my mind. I should’ve gone there too but I was too scared, and I’d missed Albern by mere 2 minutes as I ran down the streets towards this shop.
Right now, I have no one to turn to and if Adria can’t help me, I will set my grandmother’s house on fire and run away because that’s what I feel doing right now.

I pull my hood lower to cover my eyes as the shop’s owner, the one I’m hiding beside, gives me another suspicious look. I slump down like a homeless person clinging onto a few of his possessions and wait for a girl who might not give him a second glance.

I hear her before I see her which is very strange because I see her when she takes the turn from the forest. Before she can cross the opening, I run as fast as I can towards her. She hits the brakes but still ends up unbalanced and falls down.
I pull her hand to help her up and start dragging her towards the forest. I barely take three steps when she trips me and I fall face down. I had no time to recall that she could fight.
“Who the hell are you, what are you doing here?” She shrieks as she rubs her wrist.
I raise my hands before pulling down my hood. She gasps and looks around to see if anyone is watching. Luckily there’s no one in sight.
“What the hell, Eric?”
“We need to talk and I can’t do it here!!”
“Well, you can’t go in there either!!” She folds her arms and scowls at me.
“You can’t stop me. Adria, I need help, and you’re the only one I can ask!” I bracket her forearms tightly to show her how serious I am.
She tries to pull herself away but I tighten my grip.

“Let go!” she snarls.
“Listen to me first!”
As I meet her eyes, I forget everything as her eyes reminds me of the eyes of the person I met in the cage. I inhale sharply and let her go.
“What?” Adria rubs her upper arms and asks me as I keep looking at her eyes like an idiot. Unlike his, Adria’s eyes have a bluish hue, and they have warmth in them where the eyes of that man had sent chills down my body.
“Did you see a ghost?” She waves her hand in front of my face.
“Adria, how many people have eyes like yours?”
“What?” I see her go pale on my question. I’m right. Her eye color isn’t normal. There’s something more to it.
“Eric.....wh..where did you see another person with the similar eyes?”

“In.....” I try to tell her as my world sways, “second...”

“Eric!!” Adria cups my face and forces me to look at her, but my world sways, and I can’t focus.

“Second floor in my grandmother’s house....” I try to breathe, but each breath is a struggle. I’m suffocating.

“Eric, are you okay!? What is happening?” Adria shakes me, but I can barely hold myself. When I’m about to fall, she throws one of my arms across her shoulders and drags me away.

“I can’t....go....I can’t go back!” I tell her as a wave of nausea hits me.

“Eric, hold up I’m taking you into the forest!” I try to walk, to ease her burden, but my legs refuse to obey me.

“On the second floor in my grandmother’s house, there is a man locked inside a huge cage which has violet eyes with silver hue.” I muster all my energy to tell her this before I black out.
Last thing I hear is Adria scream.

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