On the misty Saturday mid morning, only puddles and silence was awakening. The feeling that no one lived in the city. Rusty old cars near the curbs of the roads. No one lived in the older homes. Birds were prehistoric featured. Nature was at rest. The sky seemed as if it were featured in an 80’s show, ”Knight Rider”. Only those who lived the 80’s could remember that series. My heart was stopped, a pressure so deep within me, as I heard a fainted howl from afar. I felt a shiver from behind and the breeze from the shattered window from the rude awakening from the Tornado that hit last night. Not a soul in sight, I felt the loneliness so deep and within me. Where was I to go, amongst the grounds and the shivering cold feeling on throughout my skin, I’d look around and whilst walking on the creeking floor beneathe me. Not to far from the shattered window to what appeared to be a box someone had left behind it was slightly opened. Curiosity to open and see what was inside was hopeful but scared it was a something that wasn’t be reveled by just somebody, taking a deep breathe and grasp some hope to see what was in side. Dusted off the debris from the top of the box,inside a book with a gold plated feather. Could this be someone’s treasure, are they coming back for it. The rain had tapered off and looked as though the sun was attempting to come out. Again, in a distance the howl from a dog, so faint couldn’t figure out from what direction the noise was coming from.This house so desserted and the town so fague and unfamilar to me. In some unsuitable clothing, older looking fleece from the 80’s was the only thing that kept the cold from getting to my skin. Although the dampness on my pants from all the rain was doomed to give me a tummy ache. The feeling of the wet, soggyness that was in my shoes was almost unbearable. Leaving this old wicked home, carrying onto down this desserted street in hopes to find another human being. A child’s laughter not far from where I stood. I followed the laughter to end of an alley not 100 meters from where I’d heard a child and a few more voices laughter.Reaching that alley a garbage can had fallen, alley cats scraping and no one insight. My uneasy stomach feeling dropped, I shook to the point, the feeling in my throat was unbearable.Felt my skin sweat, my palms were clamy carried onto see where these voices were coming from. Reaching the voices, a old man sitting on old recliner just turned and looked at me with his undaring stare, the voices from a radio he had been listening to. With my nervous and fear in my voice, I asked who he was. He pointed to the curb and told me to sit and wait. I did as he asked although, wanting to take several steps back the other direction , not knowning who he was. He was the only person I had seen since this morning.
Listening to the radio with hope the radio man could tell us what had happened or where we were. Only thing I can recall is my tiredness and going to bed. Waking up to the morning of noone in sight. Building up the courage and tried to but the nervousness being me and ask the “old man” who was just sat there rocking in that chair, with his beedy brown eyes listening to the radio. What was happening, what he was listening for and how or where to go. I took a deep breathe, excuse me, excuse me sir. He looked at me, I just stood there and shivered and shook with fear in my voice. The man, got up and handed me a blanket and smiled. Can you help me sir, I asked. He sat back down in his chair and continued with his program on the radio. I couldn’t understand why he would not respond. So, I went back down the alley. Too scared to look back. Crossing the street, noticed a bright light in a store,”the book store” in this store there were no books, only shelves and old paintings.
Walking towards the back of this store, searching for some sort of sign or for someone who managed the store to help me find my way out of this town, but no one was there, my racing heart beat out of control ,suddenly a sound, just a tin can fell off the shelf and the wall hanging shifted and door squeeked. Much to my surprise, a small box in a corner just hidden from everything else. Almost scared to open it, I looked at it, shook it, was unsure if I should open it. I tried to open it but it was sealed shut. I kept trying, looked for something to help me open the box. It was sealed shut. It was small enough to put in my pocket. I continued to look around to see to find something to help me. I exhausted myself in the store. I looked behind me and the door was no longer there. I followed the bright light to what appeared to be a storage area for a clue. The howling sounds were back, I listened to it carefully and followed it to where the howling was coming from, it lead me to an old fashioned jukebox. The noises stopped, the howling was gone and only a tune of sounds was coming from this music box as if someone had just put in there coin requested a song and left.
I looked to see what my selection was, I played some relaxing meditative music in hopes it would calm me down. I sat there and daydreamed of a beach far away and smiling at the sun as the sunrays hit my face and thinking about all the places I wanted to be. Suddenly an old woman tapped on my shoulder and asked what I was doing there all by myself and if I knew why the police where circling the neighbourhood. I explained to her about the house, cars and curbs and rust in the old man and his radio, the alley and told her about the book store but no books. She looked at me like I was crazy and It looked as tho, I had made it all up as if it were all a dream. I was confused to why she wouldn’t believe me. I said didn’t you see the roads when you arrived here. She asked if I was hungry. I hadn’t even thought about eating. I told her I lived down the road from there. Still unsure who she was, she looked at me and said come with me so we can see why I was at fears sight
