The Oracle
By: Chloe Flanagan
It was called the Oracle.
I remember my father and I standing at the door. We had to know what was inside
the house, so that we could get into their backyard and check out what was
happening to the well. All we could hear were screams of horror echoing. Were
they shouts for help, or shrieks we should have simply turned away from in
shame? We had turned away long enough. Our water was being poisoned and we knew
it was because of them. They had settled here a few years ago, had been a
reclusive bunch; we had never wanted to be a apart, and they had never shown
their faces.
I stood with my father,
and we didn’t even open the door, there was a sliding mechanism to have the
door open. I couldn’t look. I slid the mechanism, and I heard it. I can barely
describe what it did to my body and I didn’t know if it did the same to my
father, but all I knew was that my ears buzzed so loudly, so powerfully, that
by body shook tremors I had never thought possible. And I was in panic. It was
fear to an extreme that blinded me and made me see nothing but black, that
prevented me from going any further, from doing anything. My heart raced and
stopped, and I wobbled trying to see where my father was.
My eyes focused, but not
enough and I saw my father running and shouting something like ‘We’re never
coming back here!’ but that wasn’t the most strange. It looked like there was a
small pumpkin running after my father. Because of the fuzz around my vision, he
looked like a man made of lego, or a very small infant in a pumpkin suit. He
was running very quickly, and I could not understand if it was it that emanated
this ghastly sound, or if he only aided in the security of the house. Maybe it was the Oracle, but I the more I grasped
reality, the more I knew it was the sound.
I could barely think; I
was so overwhelmed, but I worried for my father. If I couldn’t use my sense of
hearing, and that’s what governed my completely, I had to use another sense, to
regain my balance. I was falling over, and tumbling, trying to keep myself
balanced. Never had I touched the ground, but the sensations of going around
and around were making me sick atop being horrified out of my mind. I blinked.
Once twice, three times. My balance regained, and my eyes focused themselves. I
blinked one last time, forcefully, and I saw the moor, and the bloody sky, and
my father running like a madman as the pumpkin demon, that looked awful,
followed him. I couldn’t understand now, why he was so afraid. I ran over to
him, and shouted: “Dad! Blink a few times!”
But it hadn’t been his
hearing that had been impaired. He had seen
the pumpkin thing, whilst I had closed my eyes. He wasn’t wobbling around, he
was probably just scared. He shouted through, yelled into the crimson sky, the
horrors of this house, of the well. I ran over to him, my body feeling as if it
was made of stone. I touched his arm and told him: “Dad! It’s okay! I’m here!”
He stopped, and looked at me, and I
turned around. The demon pumpkin was gone. My father’s heart probably raced
because his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down and his eyes watered, as his chest
moved up and down. He gazed at me and then touched my cheek. “We’re never
coming back.”
“But the water, the well!”
“I know, but... this is...
disgusting.”
“Father...”
“Who knows what could be in that house, and down that well!”
“It’s poisoning our water and you
know it! We can’t water the vegetables, we can’t drink it and we can’t give it
to the cattle to drink. You know
there is no one in there.”
“Something’s there, and I want to
part of it.” My father started walked away, toward the town. But at the last
minute, as I drudgingly followed, he turned and went down the small hill that
led to their backyard. There was a large heap of dirt that we couldn’t climb
else we would sink into it. But if we stood back, we could see the yard, a
barren yellow-grass dell with a large well in the middle. Coming out of the
well, I squinted to see, was a long burgundy tube that slithered into the dirt
pile. My stomach lurched.
We walked away from that
house, and disconnected our well at home the underground waterways or whatever
connected our to theirs. Right now I am in bed with a very bad stomach ache
that started when we realized we’d been drinking contaminated water. I press on
my belly and feel something hard within me. I press, but I am afraid of killing
it. It’s a part of me now.
Ahhhhhh!!!!! I added that part in for Gothic effect. Hee hee, but seriously, I shat my pants when I woke up -_-
Character of the Day:
Ludovic Montague
Appearances: Silver Ribbon
Bio: Ludo is not part of Romeo's family. :P He's a young man in Cynthia's garrison, who seems timid and rather incompetant, but was severely trained to be sly and sneaky, with perfect assasination skills. Montague is lithe and small, though very kind, using his skills for the good of Matteo and Cynthia. Ludovic is also somewhat trained in medicine and pushes his intruction of this subject to become the mansion's Resident doctor, with the babes on the way. He is close to Belana and Lucien, but also to Rico and Matteo more than Cynthia. Montague earns great respect from Matteo for his support through harsh situations.
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