Omisha

Panic

The house that rested in the eyes of Sia. She breath heavily as the sweat dripped off her forhead. Without blinking, Sia was constantly watching the house that she has seen before.

Was it the courage that attracted Sia or was it something else? She was able to walk towards the house but the fear flowing in her blood wasnt enough to stop her. The windows were gaping holes for the wind to rush in and out through and the door hung on it's hinges at a jaunty angle, although now it was really just a frame. It was a rotting heap, bowing down.

She stopped as she came to the door. It looked like she wont be able to find anyone inside. She gave a slight push to the door and it opened smoothly. Her eyes were following the passage inside. The house, not less than a mansion, was dead inside. From outside it looked so cold to be as impossible for a being to live inside.

Sia stepped on the floor making her way inside. The first thing that her eyes caught were the two sofas setting perpendicular to eachother. On the sides were the small tables with the vases. There were rooms at the end of the walls. She could see a kitchen from her sight. The stairs with the other end on the above floor. It was dark inside and only the light coming was from the broken windows.

Sia was standing by the sofas when she noticed something. The beautiful flowers. The pink carnations that were in the vase. Sia picked one of them and the fragrance made her smile. Her lips parted as something struck her mind. Fresh carnations?
She gulped as she smudge her upper lip on the lower in fright.

She was shocked as it wasnt possible. If someone doesnt live here how can there be fresh flowers in the vase. Is someone here?

Sia blinked her eyes and moved her head around. She gazed at the corners and the spaces. There was something moving, looked more like a rocking chair. The back of the chair was facing her. The chair was about 10 meters away from the sofas and more than half of it was in darkness.  Not only that, someone was probably sitting on that chair because the right elbow was visible.

It felt like something wasnt right. Sia took a small step which landed upon something. Sia back stepped to see what it was. It was something that was half under the sofa and half visible for Sia. She bent down on her legs and put her hand under the sofa.Suddenly something stung on her hand. She tried removing her hand and as she did it hurt her. She waved her hand in reflex to the pain caused. The one sitting on the chair moved. Sia stood up and looked at the person.  The persons back was facing her.

The person was swaying trying to maintain its standing posture. The movements were taking longer time. As the person took steps towards Sia, the light entering the house was directed towards the face. It was a lady with the same height as Sia's but elder than her. Beautiful eyes which seemed to be soulless.

The hair were messed up and the woman's face showed the struggles of her life that made her look more older than her real age. The dry lips that spoke with shivers.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" asked the old lady.

Sia was stuck at the place as she was trying to recognize the one standing right in front. It was someone that she had seen before but was unable come up with the name.

"I... I was... I am sorry..." Sia was trying to utter some words. An old house messed up and a woman still living in it was the real confusion. It was hard for her to believe as she didnt expect anything.

"Do you live here alone?" Sia asked.

The woman took sometime to respond to the questoon she didnt expect. "Yes I... I do. When this house was abandoned by the people who used to live here, I have been living here alone for about 20 years but why are you asking?"