The house shook, the windows rattled, a framed photograph slipped off the shelf and fell into the lively hearth. The old, damp and run down house that I took shelter in suddenly sprang up and started shaking. Maybe it was an earthquake.
I lost my balance and fell on the tattered mat. The vigorous and unsteady movement made my head really dizzy. With the help of a pillar, I managed to stand up.
Slowly, I made my way towards the doorknob to escape. I opened the door to an unfamiliar scenery which is the proof that the house actually moved to a different location. How can this be?
This terrified me to my very bones. I started panicking and various theories passed through my head. I started questioning my eyes and rubbed them to make sure I was not hallucinating.
At the end, I could not quite convince myself. After all, I was among the type that believed everything they saw. Maybe some strange phenomenon was at work. I decided to stick around so that I could discover the mysteries of this house.
The house continued its journey while making fearful creaking sounds. I sat down on the ragged mat and looked at the interior of the house. It was quite ancient, the walls were cracked, the plasters were almost torn off, the furnitures were old and worn out. In addition to that, the place was very dirty.
I did not realise when I fell asleep. I saw a small windows through which sunlight was freely entering the house, brightening the once isolated, dark house. I probably slept for a long time since it was already 9AM in the morning. The golden light comforted me as well as gave me courage.
In my excitement, I failed to notice that the house had stopped moving. There was a sudden slam and I could tell that the house had settled down.
In order to view the scenery which it presented before me, I opened the front door. The moment I turned the doorknob, I fell backwards while something heavy fell on top of me.
I shrieked when I found out it was someone not something that was on top of me. The person did not react to my ear splitting scream. I was confused as to what I should do so I threw the man aside and moved away. After experiencing a night in a walking house, I would not be surprised if I saw a ghost.
I noticed blood on his clothes so I checked his pulse and made sure he was alive. After calming myself, I carried the heavily wounded man onto the only sofa that was there. He was so heavy that I collapsed after carrying him.
My face twisted with fear, horror and disgust as I examined his injuries. I looked at his slashed arms and legs, bruised elbow, burn marks on the stomach and scarred back. This was my limit. I could hardly contain myself from going insane. Never have I ever seen so much blood.
I cleaned his wounds and bandaged them but I knew it was a lost cause. There was no way a human could survive after losing so much boold but what if he was not a human? Then there might be a slight chance. I lost control of my racing thoughts and unrealistic imagination.
I still could not help but hope for him to wake up and recover. After all, he was my first patient and it would become a trauma for me if he were to die in front of me.
I changed his bandages regularly and still there was no response from him. I did not know whether his situation was getting better or worse since I was no doctor.
By some unknown reasons, everything was available in this house. Be it bandages or food. Was it magic?
The next day, I woke up because of the growl that my empty stomach produced. I saw steaming hot tea and bread on the tea table. I did not care about its source anymore and gulped it down like a hungry wolf.
The man opened his eyes and looked around his surroundings while I observed him from the tea table. His eyes showed relief and recognition as he looked around the house.
Did he know something related to this walking house? Why isn't he surprised to feel the house moving? Why does he look relieved to be here? Was he the inhabitant of this house?
Thousand of questions raced through my mind and only that man could give me the answers.
