The Cellar Door

🔪Chapter One🔪

==> Jasper Vunamich <==

Well, bad morning.

Damn this hell. Things have always been bothering me and my family since the death of our neighbor, Samson.

Don't get me wrong, Samson isn't a bad person, he's actually nice. During his whole life, all he's been doing were kind, generous and courageous deeds. But then he died. So suddenly, and nobody knows why. Or how. All they knew was he was found inside Catherine's house. Not murder, suicide or whatever. No one knew. Not even the CIA, detectives, policemen, investigators or the Autopsy agency something or anything and anyone else figured out how and why he was right there lying lifeless.

Well, back to which, I have to go to school. I'm on my way there. I'm walking. My dad went first because he was in a hurry to go to work today. He said it was a rush hour, there were a lot of appointments and meetings. Yeah, and other business stuff he has to do. Walking to school is fine for me, it's just a few blocks away from my house. It's easy to walk. It's about just about twelve blocks away. My school is in the East woods, so yeah. Easy.

It just rained last night, but not too heavily. I liked the sound of rain dropping from the sky and landing on the ground and wherever else, and the Earthy steel seeking through my half-open window, but not the ticking fingernails on it. I couldn't really sleep well because of that. But I did manage to shut my eyes and rest for a while.

Now, because of the rain, the soil softened. Walking here in the first street kind of feels like walking on a dozen rotten corpses... it's very unsettling, that feeling of stepping in soft, stale, dead and deconposing corpses all around you.. which I most certainly am not used to and which I most certainly do not like. Generally, the same unsettling feeling's still there across the first six streets here. Damn. Living in the East woods of Hamburg these days are so.... Yeah... makes you uncomfortable. During my childhood, it was never like this. It was far different. Soft mud was soft mud. Just... plain fun to play in. But now, there goes this hell-of-a-damn feeling.

These changes are kind of shocking, irritating, somehow frightening, unsettling and hard to deal with. All that at the same time. It bugs me. Honestly, If anyone who was entirely new here ever came, that person would've already flew back to where they came from on the first step here.

God dammit, finally, I've done the last hell-cross. I'm here at the seventh street now. Where there's cemented pavements and streets. Roads here are still under construction. It hasn't gotten to our streets yet, though.

Actually, there's another thing. The aura from the first six streets still run until half of the seventh. And glady, I've done the seventh. Of course, I count all the streets I cross. No, it's not childish. Plus, I don't fear that if I don't count, I get lost. I know each and every way to school and home. Take me anywhere, I'll still know where to go.

Okay, I'm in my campus now. But the bell hasn't rung yet. It won't until 7:30 AM. And it's just 6:56. So I'll just have to wait. I usually stay in the classroom to wait, and I either read books, write some random crap or draw on my sketch book. And yeah, reasons why? Obviously there, I was bored. Sometimes I just want to, or some other times, I have to. Like to do projects and stuff.

Oh hey! There's Carlos. He's in early though. He usually comes in thirty minutes late or not at all.

"Hey Carlos!" I shouted.

I waved my hand to show him where I am am, then he saw me and approached.

"Yo Jay." Hey said playfully as he smiled.
"You're here early today, What's up?" I asked suspiciously.

I just stared at him for a few seconds, after that, he finally answered.

"Yeah. Something's definitely up." He whispered.