Where Am I?

Chapter 1-Issac Newton Garden

I glanced through my bedroom window, there was my dad cleaning the garage. He was mopping the filthy, brown floor and he threw away the items we didn't need. Over the years our garage collected many souvenirs. So many treasures from our past were hidden in that very room. I hadn't set foot in the garage since I saw and heard several mysterious and scary ghosts. I had doubted the existence of ghosts and spirits, until that one special day. It had haunted me ever since.

Nobody believed my story. Although it was understanding, I was still very disappointed. I've constantly had negative vibes from the garage. Whether it's fear, thoughts or panic attacks, I still couldn't force myself to enter. People thought it was only my imagination. It makes me shiver from head to toe thinking about it. The only thing that surprised me is when another human entered the garage, nothing happened. They weren't affected and didn't hear spooky noises. I guess I was the only one able to hear these ghastly, terrifying sounds. I was more than certain they existed and were not just a figment of my imagination.

On a special morning during my summer vacation, I decided to step into the garage and discover what it contained. I threw my fears away and replaced them with confidence and assurance. I knew this wouldn't be easy. I lived through so many moments of fright in that garage. After all my scary nightmares, I was finally willing to face my anxiety.

I looked in the area to locate the key which opened the entrance. I didn't find it. I took a glimpse at my dad; who happened to be holding the keys. I wondered whether I should ask him to lend me the keys? Or should I leave it and go back to my bedroom where I'm more comfortable?

I had to make a decision, so I walked towards my dad and tapped his shoulder.

He spun around and stopped reading the newspaper, "Yes Julia?"

I was slightly anxious because I didn't know how he would respond. "Can you lend me the keys of the garage?" I asked nervously.

"Why do you need them?" He answered with a question.

"I want to go inside and see what's there." I rapidly responded without thinking.

He narrowed his eyes in confusion. "I thought you were afraid of the garage." He grabbed his newspaper as if he didn't care about this conversation.

"I want the keys. You've not told me what's inside it so I decided to discover on my own."

He rolled his eyeballs and handed me the metal key. I grabbed it without a word and walked to the garage.

You can do it Julia. It's only a garage. I told myself.

When I entered, there was no noise. Surprisingly, I didn't receive any noises. Nothing made me jump. I took a long, deep breath and slowly continued the visit.

There were some drops of water falling from the ceiling. I could see so many plastic boxes filled with our family photos. Piles of dust were covering our souvenirs that we had bought from the many places we had traveled in the past few years. I couldn't distinguish every single item I saw. The walls were dark grey and slightly damp. A small crack allowed some outdoor light to enter. Everything was stacked on top of one another. When you come right down to it, everything from our past was set in our garage.

Plenty of trophies and medals were placed on top of the boxes. Certain ones were from the swimming competitions I had competed in when I was a youngster. Others were my older sister's trophies. She was an expert in not only chess, but also basketball. Overall, my family, due to their competitive nature, were used to winning in whatever they competed in.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Asked a familiar voice. It made me shiver.

"Hello? Julia? I was asking you a question!" I heard footsteps advancing towards me. My body was as still as a rock. I didn't comprehend what was going on that moment.