ALL THAT WAS LEFT BEHIND

New Haunting Experiences

As we travel through our lives, we may come to recognize important elements that form unbreakable memories, such as people we grew to love, things we became good at, and places we used to know. What may not always be recognizable is the fact that everything all leaves marks on our personalities, in our personal dwellings, and in our soul. Or perhaps sometimes not at all.

            I came to realize just how important my small town was to me. The old schools, the tiny quaint houses lining every block, and the nifty thrift shops that never failed to rampantly reach a single shopping centre. I was definitely going to miss the old rickety library that I apparently visited multiple times with my father before his disappearance. I never remembered those occasions, but I treasured the thought of it and felt ever so close to him every time I went there myself

            I stood there, staring at my old humble abode from the porch. It was incredibly small, and was once a glowing shade of white, but it lost that to a dirty grey kind of colour long ago. The shingles were lopsided and decaying slightly, and our shrubby greenery around the house grew wild and gnarled. The most noticeable aspect of the home was its cherry red door. The stupid red door to ward off evil spirits from invading our home. It turned out; darkness overruled that house despite the colour of the door.

            I sighed, and looked down at my feet. I remembered to pull out my camera which I saved from the garbage while cleaning out my room. It forced me to wait forever as it casually turned on. I stared at the screen, wiping it over with my thumb.

            Small droplets of rain spat on the screen as I focused it. I captured the picture in the camera, the small house sitting in another land over a small grassy green blanket, keeping it captive forever. Inspecting at my photography work, I decided that it was okay. It was interesting how accurately the camera picked up on the greyish feeling that hovered in the air.

            "Hey. Are you ready to go?" it was Terrance, with his backpack packed so it was bulging like a boulder on his back. He had my duffle bag in his free hand.

            "Yeah. Thanks," I answered, taking my bag, and quickly bounded down the stairs to get to the car.

            The rain only slight drizzled, and felt warm on my skin. I breathed in the naturally sweet fragrance on the earth as Terrance struggled with the car door.    Maybe some rain is okay, I decided.

            Sherry soon came outside, and locked the house door. She bounced over to the car, and assisted us with arranging our luggage in the trunk. I hurried to the backseat, and was somewhat surprised when Terrance found a place right beside me. I figured that he'd want shotgun because, well, he always does.

            He grunted and shifted his weight around in the seat before finally finding a comfortable position. Then, he rummaged through his laptop bag to pull out his laptop and his iPod. He caught me looking at him and smiled. I held the stare for a few seconds, but then dropped it.

            I glanced at his computer firing up, and let a few seconds of silence slip between us. The world outside my window was light years away from me, spitting and mumbling to the casual tune of the melodic voice of everything around me. It all just mumbled and murmured, and it all had a specific and very unique voice.

            I yawned and questioned Terrance on the work he was doing, receiving a sigh and a shaking head.

            "A biography. About somebody who made a change in the world," he shrugged. "Just trying to finish it since it's due next week, and my writing skills aren't too great."