Harriet Sanya The Omniscient Blind I could almost feel his cold breath a thousand miles away. His face was bullet looking. It was round, fat and wrinkled. He had long wretch hair; his skin was pale, rough and sunburnt. His eyes were round, sly and shifty. The man looked beady in some way. He was delicate, tall and deformed looking. I had never seen anyone resembling him. He appeared to be human but one could see two people in one body. The fact that he was human was even scarier. Although we were neighbors, the man seemed to have more going on with his house, compound and his body, or rather in his body. I walked for several miles just to get close to him for the second time. This time around he was sitting outside his house. He seemed calm and collected enjoying the weather and smelling the dead scent from his garden. The odor was literary mind blowing. Someone can go crazy by smelling his compound. But the moment I set foot on his complex, it was as though I got masked and saw things I was not supposed to see. I saw human skeletons in the form of an x-ray between the tall grasses. It was unbelievable. His old frightening eyes watched every step I took. Upon my arrival, he smiled; his wrinkled face exposed some unnecessary expressions. He looked younger up close. However, his teeth were as brown as caramel chocolate. I was sent to inform him by the furious neighbors that he should cut his grass because the grass appeared to be a habitat for snakes and frogs and mosquitos. This is so because there was a certain amount of water covered by the tall savanna looking grass. That message was not delivered because I was nervous beyond words. So I decided to tell him, “Hallo there Mr… I came all the way just to say Hi to you.” The moment I finished my sentence, I walked hurriedly heading for the gate and all of a sudden a cat appears and I go bonkers. My feet stopped instantly and my heart was beating like the West African drums. I was flabbergasted. The cat was brown with white spots… but the thing that petrified me the most was the fact that the cat had a slight appearance to that of a human face to it. “Maybe it is just an imagination!” I thought. I did not feel like myself at all. I continued walking, this time slowly, but the gate seemed further this time around. The more I got close, the further it became. I stopped and looked at Mr…’s house. The house had black and brown mold dotted at rooftop in clusters. What was even more alarming was that I felt like he was holding many mysteries inside that huge dynasty. One half of the exterior of the house was covered with “fertile” grass and was not as mold as the opposite side. The contrasting side on the other hand, was the side that he almost always sat on… facing the “fertile” side. There were more molds on this side than any other section of his house. The grass was somewhat shorter on this area and somehow brown-ish or yellow-ish. Something held my feet as I was walking. I came at a standstill and turned around, took a gaze at the old guy, and the silly cat the seemed to have vanished and I ran as fast as a deer. The moment I arrived at home, I felt like myself and all I thought about was his compound. The human remains I saw, the scent of blood and rotten ornaments was all registered in my oblongata. I do not think anyone has ever entered his house. No one seems to know his name, and no one knows the area better… but I think he does. Many people that live around us said that the old man has been living there since the day that many of them were moving in. when I got home, I went to bed, but I could not sleep. I was curious about this fellow and I desired to discover more about him. I got off the bed and stood by the window facing Mr…’s house. Using my telescope, I looked through to view the old man’s house and to my surprise, I saw him outside… this time he looked young and foolish as he was dancing and moving about like a contented wild animal. I started to shiver as though ice had replaced my spine. On the floor I saw droplets of blood. I fell down like a sack of potatoes awakening my roommates: Tamara and Andrew. I was incapable of moving any of my limbs, but my facial muscles. “Am I paralyzed?” I asked. None of them could answer my question. I did not know how paralysis felt like but I was pretty sure I was paralyzed. I could not move or feel any part of my body but my face; however, I was grateful I could speak. I felt worthless and lifeless. Sorrowful tears fell from my eyes like a water fall. I lay on my bed as Tamara held my hand and Andy (Andrew’s nick-name) went to fetch me water to drink. When he came back… he looked out the window and at a fraction of a second, he was down. Tamara and I were astonished. He never knew what stroke him, but whatever happened, happened as fast as lightning. For the first time, Andy wept. Andy could walk, but not see. All he saw, as he described, was total darkness and vivid images of Mr… He said, “I can see a st… story line. I can see a young man and an old man and a young… young girl, and… a…a… and a big very big, beautiful house with very beautiful g…grass. It is br… br… breath taking.” I could not believe my ears. I turned to my right and saw Tamara marveled. She squeezed my hand and cried bloody tears as she screamed questioning why these things were happening. She did not seem to have noticed the blood on her clothes; may be because she did not want to see it or did not allow herself to see the blood. Andy on the other hand was chanting particular things in various unknown languages and as well mentioning “Drew” time and again. I was terrified and dump founded. After several hours of screams and cries, eventually the house was in total silence, and we all slept. During sunrise, I started feeling stuff… it was as though someone was removing a heavy load off my legs up. I could move my toes, then my legs and thigh and lastly my fingers and my chest. I touched and looked at the mirror just to make sure am the same person, and later started jumping up and down like an insane person. Tamara woke up covered with blood, but embraced me either way with her bloody outfit. Andrew was still chanting, this time calling my name, and at the same time giving a clear description of Mr…’s compound. We woke him up, asked him his name and if he could see and hear us and out of the blues… he started yelling and acting like a three year old. He was acting as though he does not recognize us. Tamara, who has practiced medicine for five years, induced him with propofol. He slept for about seven hours and when he woke up… he seemed better than before. Andy was back! We went for a walk at the park, one chilly Monday morning. On our way we noticed that the old man was not at his balcony and the odor from his garden or rather front yard smelt very decent. It smelled like fresh flowers and we saw butterflies flying here and there… I never knew what to think. Was that magic? Or something the old guy was trying to do to attract us to his house? I did not think that, that was a coincidence. We took our chances and went to his house. After all, I was still very curious about him. The neighbors once told us that if he was not sitting on the balcony… he was not around. Going in that house was the most foolish thing we had done. We finally got to the door, and the door opened by itself… it was as if someone was delighted to have us. It was creepy. Taking a good look at the house from outside, it looked huge. The inside was enormous. The house was gloomy, left without having put in order. Unwashed pans and cooking utensils under the sink, a loaf of banana bread outside the bread-box, a dish towel on the table. Furthermore, lots of signs showing that there was something that was not completed. At the rear, the outer door opens and flies came in as if they have been invited to celebrate. We were filled with fear as we moved about the house. The neighbors saw us going in and decided to “watch our backs,” in case the old man arrived. We stood close to each other whenever any of us stopped to take a look at something. We saw a rocking chair, and unexpectedly, it began to rock back and forth. Then we saw a rope with some fresh blood on it, fall from the ceiling of the house. I could not explain that feeling. I never knew what to do, where to go and whether or not I should follow my roommates. This was so because my roommates ran out in a split second. I stood still, my feet rooted to the ground. I was fearful of my life. In addition, I heard sounds of laughter from a distance and I felt as though a crowd of people was looking deep into my soul. My allies were calling my name, anxiously waiting for my return. I went upstairs at about ten that morning. I saw a fruit on the hallway. The hairs on my body stood pointed, when I witnessed the fruit freezing and becoming rock solid. Creepy sounds followed and a swift cold breeze passed by. My heart was beating so fast and I quietly tip toed to a particular bedroom. The room was pink and spacious, concealed with pink and white roses and a portrait of the senseless cat that freaked me out. Funny enough, there was a picture of a little girl. The girl’s face was what I saw on the cat, additionally, the girl’s eyes and the cats were similar; the difference was color. I saw a diary on the bed, and I took it and started reading it. I felt weird as I started reading the diary. However, before I read the whole page, I saw droplets of water fall from the girl’s picture and steam forming on the window, and the door locked itself. I screamed my lungs out and hoped that nothing bad came to pass. I heard the footsteps of my associates and their voices calling my name. Minutes later… there was total muteness. I wanted out. The steam was too much, I could barely breath and I hid under the bed. To my disbelief, there was no steam beneath the single bed. I did not understand what exactly was happening. I never heard my friends calling anymore, and there was no steam under the bed. It seemed like the “girl” was helping me out. I was stunned and thousands of thoughts filled my mind… yet no answers to relieve me from this terror. The door finally opened, and I crossed my fingers begging that no one hurt me. I at no point did I happen to see someone walk in. Nevertheless, I watched blood trickling down like water. I moved to the corner of the bed only to be pushed away by some supernatural force. The pressure was sufficient to get me out of the room. I was amazed. My eyes almost popped out of their sockets when I found myself on the hallway. Portraits hanging on the wall had vanished. My friends were not outside… my clothes were torn here and there, and later I felt someone breath close to me. It all happened to fast. The stench from his mouth was enough to suffocate flies. I slowly turned and found myself intimately close with the old man. I gazed into his eyes, but it felt as if he had no eyes. It was as though I was staring at two tiny endless tunnels. My legs were trembling, my fingertips turned purple and I had no sensation. I moved a step back, and he moved a step forward… he looked young somehow, really young. His lips were dry and shaking. I could not bear being so close to him. I asked him where my friends were, and he pointed to our house. I walked sluggishly passed him… and some force pushed me back to him, striking him on the chest. “It’s not me I swear… someone is in me. Someone is controlling me. I don’t feel like myself at all. Please, please don’t hurt me. I will never come back here again! I will never walk anywhere close to this place again. Am so… so… sorry sir,” I tried telling him every single thing that popped out of my head, but my efforts bore no fruits. He caught me by my throat, squeezed it such that I can breath a little. I was too tired to help myself. He smelled my mouth area, my chest, my hair, my arm pit and put me down. He did not let go of my throat, abruptly, I saw the cat coming down stairs… I freaked even more and started yelling and spitting on his face and blood came of his nose, and moth and I became mute. I was motionless. I felt paralyzed yet again… this time standing? The old man looked at the cat, then he looked at me and he set me free to go. My feet could not carry my weight and the only way for me to get out of there was to drag myself out of there. The moment I got to the gate I noticed that the flowers had died and the scent outside was bad. One neighbor carried me to the house, and to my surprise… my friends were there, bald, with purple fingers and toes, which later faded away. They cleaned me up, clothed me, and we all sat on the bed quietly. We did not eat; we did not carry on with our day like we always do. Judging from their appearance, they were shaken by whatever happened to them, and I was equally stunned… there was no way I could go back in that house; at least that was what I told myself. But deep within, I knew that I had the desire to keep going to that house until all my questions were answered. I started the quest, and I had to finish it. I cooled off, and prepared myself to get back to that house. I was assured that the little girl was the cat. The young man I saw was someone different. The old man on the outside was probably his grandfather or his father. I felt as if I was connecting the dots. I walked by the old man’s house time and again until he got used to it. I was unusually friendly and he seemed to like it. The day I never saw him at the balcony again, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I started with the basement; I knew I had to be fast and at the same time attempt to not miss anything suspicious. Within no time… all I found were pictures. An extended family was living there… two children: a boy and a girl, their father and grandparents. The basement was disgusting. The placed was dirty, dusty and papers were everywhere. I collected several papers and each one had a different name. Wind started blowing again, and I started to panic and as I was heading upstairs, a printed paper stuck on my hand with the little girl’s picture holding the cat. The expression on her face on that photo was priceless. I folded the picture, small enough to fit in my jeans pocket. I headed upstairs and I saw tiny wet footsteps. The little girl was directing me. She wanted me to find something. I quickly went to the roof top and fell on my way up. I began to bleed profusely and my ankle was too painful to handle. I felt pressure on it and voices telling me to keep going. Later on, I found a box written “confidential” and I was tempted to get on it and find out what was in it. I tried opening it, but I was not able to do so. I was acting very strangely. I felt weak and confused. I went to the hallway just to make sure the old man was not in the house, and to my surprise, he was there. Sitting and going about his business as though I am meant to be in the house. My heart rate went up, I felt dizzy, the taste on my mouth was weird and I felt sickened. I began to breath really fast. That was when he woke up and came upstairs. I tried hiding, but he found me. He bate me up mercilessly, and he cut my hair bald. I woke up… with some strength and hit him in his man area, yet he mounted looking at me like nothing happened. I knew I was dead. He caught me on the throat… yet again, and threw me to the first floor. I knew by the time I landed I would be dead, but my mother came in and woke me up… I had to go to school. My Tamara wanted to go to a shop to buy a snack, and I did not want to get late for my class. I crossed the road and a few seconds later… I heard a car break so hard, and a loud bang. I turned only to see my friend lying on a pool of blood by the road side. I asked myself, “Was this how the dream was supposed to end? My friend witnessing my death or is this just a coincidence?”
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