Students Works

Secret Path

Non de plume: Mustard Seed

It was a Saturday afternoon and there were almost no clouds in the sky. The wind was blowing swiftly and the birds were singing. John got up early in the morning to do his chores, like always. His mother had breakfast ready and his father was out of town. He got dressed and went out after eating breakfast.

John was a 15 year old boy with black hair and deep blue eyes. He was a particularly tall boy for his age. His father was a business man and his mother did nothing other than staying at home. July and Margaret, his twin sisters went to school, but today was Saturday. As he went out he felt a chill. There were more clouds in the sky now and the wind had gotten cooler.

He thought of going inside and getting a jacket when the postman arrived. John went to the gate to salute him but the postman just handed the envelop and left. John just stared at him as he went away. That was not usually what happened, the postman would normally say hi and ask a few questions before giving the delivery. John did not pay much attention to that. He looked at the envelop and saw his dads name written on it. He ran to the house and showed it to his mother. She opened it right away and started reading it. As she read her face changed, she now had a poignant expression. She put the letter on the table, while her eyes slowly begun to fill up with tears.

 They buried father in a beautiful place filled with marvelous gardens and brilliant flowers. He had died in a car crash while going back home. John was in charge of the family now; they would not be able to afford staying at their house so they moved in with his uncle. His uncle’s house was very big and it had plenty of bedrooms, it seemed that they would now live in a puzzle. John didn’t like that idea. 

Two months after his father past away John found himself walking around the house thinking how much things he would have liked to say to him when he found a door he had not seen before. It was a dark brownish door, it didn’t look very new and it had some words printed on it “Go back”.  John did not know what to think or do, it didn’t make any sense. He tried to open the door but it appeared to be locked, he tried pushing it and pulling it but nothing worked. Later that day he asked his uncle about that door to his surprise his uncle did not know anything about it.

John had trouble sleeping that night he could not stop himself from wondering what might be behind that door. He thought a glass of milk may help, so he went downstairs and drank some milk. He was placing the glass in the sink when he heard a high pitched sound coming from upstairs; the glass fell out of his hand and landed in the sink with a loud crash. He knew where the noise came from; he didn’t care about the broken glass he just walked slowly up the stairs trying not to make any noise, which was odd since he had just broken a glass.

When he reached the door he grabbed the doorknob and twisted it, to his amazement it opened. He walked inside but felt blind, he couldn’t see a thing. He tried to feel the wall; this was not difficult for it looked like it was a narrow path. He walked on and on for what seemed to be hours. His legs started aching and he was felling cold and slightly dizzy. When he was planning on going back he felt a chill going down his spinal cord he turned around and stared out into the darkness. He heard a voice calling him “John! John! Come here baby John!”  It was his father’s voice. He ran towards the voice but when he tried to scream he would find himself an able to do it. He ran and ran trying to get to where the voice was coming from when he suddenly realized that he had been going nowhere.

John opened his eyes and so the phosphorescent stars on the ceiling. He was in his bedroom; it had all been a dream, a really bad dream. The door was real though, or was it? He didn’t know what to think anymore. He just waited for the sunrise and got out of bed. When he did, he noticed something strange. He was in his old house. He went downstairs and found his mother crying. She had a letter in her hand. It couldn’t be it was too preposterous to be true. This nightmare was coming to life and there was nothing he could do about it. What could have caused this? Could it have been the path? He would never know, but it would be something that would haunt him for the rest of his days.