The House of silence

Normal day started, early in the morning. I woked up at six hours and I didn't liked it. Most nights I dreamt about something weird. I cannot explain it. The dream was about dark corridor and behind me was bright light shining. It made me felt warm ,no fear only joy and happines when I looked at it. But everytime I wanted to walk towards it, light goes further and further away. The darknest behind me was coming foward towards me and engulfed my mind and body. The pain I get from the darkness was undurable. It's like thousand sharp rusted nails in my skull, my stomach was twisted and turned from inside out. I tried to escape it. But sadly I couldn't. And the feeling was like the skin tried to ripped itself from my body. And tried to shed itself the most violent way it could. The darkness clouded my mind with awful pictures of war, famine, corpses with missing tongues and the image of a house that is filled with eerie silence. The houses emitted mind numbing silence. And you ask how silence can be mind numbing it just is. It paralyzes your brain, I felt lightheadedness. It was like I couldn't think straight. I just don't know why it was like that. The house was empty. It wasn't just empty, it was full of silence. That house wasn't normal, but it looked like any ordinary stony-broke house in middle of nowhere with dirty white walls. Maybe because I'm surveyor . I always go to measure and survey houses. Maybe is just the type of job I do that got into my dreams and doesn't go away. But it was the third time in a row I dreamt this particular nightmare. Now I needed to stop and go perpare myself for the job. After drinking decaf coffe because I wanted to sleep after the job. Because my boss who me do extra hours late into the night. And he doesn't want to pay me for it. I hate him! He reminds me of my paternal grandfather. Who was always harsh when was something about me, nonetheless he said that it will make me stronger in the end. So he didn't stop torturing me and making me ''stronger'' until I was sixteen or seventeen. When I was seventeen he said „ Well, I did how much is humanly possible to make you a real man." You didn't knew how that felt by saying me that one sentence. In my response I said confused and depressed voice „Gee, thank you grandpa." And yeah, that was my childhood with paternal grandfather. That was only one part of my childhood and the rest was normal for me.

When I realized that it was nine o'clock. And I need to be in office at eight thirty. Because I was going on ''roadtrip'' with my coworkers to the country side for some old derelict, run-down house in the middle of nowhere. I came in late and ''Big Boss'' wasn't delighted. He gave me a nice and short scolding, because we needed to be there in eleven o' clock. And now was half passed ten, it was two hour drive. I was going with my two coworkers. Ashley the architect and Dylan the other surveyor. So it should be fun because Dylan is a jokester. I was driving because it was my turn. And I was late. The rule is whoever was late he or she drives. So it was on me to drive them. Dylan suddendly yelled „SHOTGUN!". When he yelled the whole block echoed. Just because, he just wanted to ride shotgun as usually. Ashley sat in the back and started to ''play'' on her smartphone and all equipment was outside of the car. And it was on Dylan and me to pack the whole car. Ashley didn't wanted to help and she wants equality in the workspace. If you ask me that is double standard, I can't say anything because her father had a big construction company which always works with my boss. And my boss likes her father more than me. If there was the ladder of bosses favorites, I'm beneath the janitor. Because janitor keeps quiet when boss do something shady. And sometimes janitor helps him to destroy the evidence against him. So I asked Dylan if he would helped me and Dylan accepted my plea for his help. It took us twenty minutes to pack our car, so after that we went on our ''roadtrip''.

It reminded me when I was on the family roadtrip across the country. After one hour on the road, Dylan asks me „ So, Jake where are we going?". I response with „ I dunno. Hey, Ashley where are we going?" Ashley didn't responded so, I asked her again and louder „ Hey! Ashley! Hey, Ashley put that smartphone knock-off down and tell us where are we going." Ashley put her smartphone down, rolled her eyes and said in ticked-off voice „ It's not a knock-off and we are going to small town or village called... Wait I need to check the name." She looked down on her ''not'' knock-off smartphone and checks about where we are actually going. She looked up and said „ Okay! We are going to small town called Gottysburg and we are on the right way 'cause you drive with gps on. And on the gps says where to go. " „ Yes, I drive where gps tells me to go and on gps it says that I'm driving towards nothing. Because there is no town on the fucking gps, just a road. So you tell me how should we know that we are on the right path!" I answered her irritatedly.