When I was little, I lived in a haunted house. It wasn't the kind you see in horror movies where you enter a huge gate that leads to a spooky decadent mansion. It was just a relatively large, two levels house in a normal urban area, looking very similar to its neighboring houses. The only difference was that behind our house, there was an empty plot of land with a massive odd looking banyan tree that had stood even long before I moved in as a toddler.
The house itself was always very quiet, and I remember how still it seemed to be during the day. With my parents at work, my much older siblings minding their own business in their rooms, I was left to entertain myself doing whatever I could think of. Strangely enough, even in that very spacious house, I never felt lonely. It was as if someone was always there to keep me company. Not that I ever saw anything, but my family told me that I could spend hours in the most creepy parts of the house, talking to myself (or someone?) and never once looked scared or bothered.
The Lost Soul, pencils and digital mediums
I lived in that house for over ten years, and as I grew up, I started to notice things that didn't really agree with my common sense. Like a chill behind my neck even if there was no breeze, a tick-tocking sound that seemed to come from a large clock, which we didn't have. Even a presence that continued to linger wherever I went. But again, none of these ever bothered me because I was already a permanent part of the house and it was also a part of me.
It wasn't until the day we left for England that I felt a very strange feeling whenever I thought of the house. After we left, I started to have the same dream where I would seem to float on air, roaming about the empty house, from one room to another, as if looking for something I'd lost. What's even more bizarre, the dream carried on well throughout my teenage years and suddenly stopped the day I came back to Indonesia, a few years later. It turned out that the house was sold a few months after we had left, but stayed empty for years because for some reasons the new inhabitants just didn't quite fit in.
I guess the dream explained everything.
I'm sorry I haven't been the best of blogger lately. I have missed visiting your blogs and leaving a few words. But seeing that I'm going through an excessive nesting period at the moment, I find it hard to stay too long in front of the computer while my home seems to be begging for some tidying up (no matter how many times I tell myself how tidy it already is!). I hope you're all having wonderful lovely days and maybe I'll have more time visiting after the baby comes. :)