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The new neighbourhood

Leaving behind a decade of memories was never going to be easy. I took heart in the fact that my new house had everything the old didn't: An Independent space without having to share the walls with the neighbours, plenty of sunshine, and most importantly a humongous amount of lung space that lined the row of houses.

After two weeks of unpacking and officially ‘settling down’, I got my first chance to wander into the small thicket of green that beckoned me into its cool, enveloping arms. I was itching to explore the miniature woods, imagining myself to be Alice in wonderland, marveling at bouncing rabbits, smelling exotic flowers and picking up juicy fruits.

For a green patch that seemed well-maintained, it was surprising to find it desolate at that time of the day when the sun still had a while before it retired for the day. There were other houses in the vicinity and I had hoped to find some fellow nature lovers and regular walkers. Nevertheless, I was happy to soak in some solitude and strolled in leisure.

I lost track of the time when a sudden chillness in the air made me stop in my tracks. There was a quietness of a different kind. I sensed an invisible fence of air around me. The line of well-grown trees ended just short of where I now stood.  Further down a few yards an ancient looking house stood. Vine creepers covered a part of the brown, patched facade and it was difficult to guess if the house had any inhabitants.

The soft breeze made a low whistle and the leaves rustled on the huge tree just across me as though to draw my attention to it. The lovely dark brown bark had moss grown over it. I stepped closer and noticed carvings etched on to the bark. “Not this way” said the words. I suddenly wished I was not standing there alone. I was getting pulled into something I did not wish to know just then. It seemed as though the tree had sensed my intention of going further and wished to stop me.

I was more spooked than curious. Some things are best left unknown, I decided.

“Some ghosts are so quiet you would hardly know they were there.” 

Photo by Thomas Marlowe
Written in response to the prompt at the Light and Shade challenge. You can choose either the quote or the photo or even combine the two as your inspiration. I have attempted to combine both the prompts.


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  1. That was a chilling tale. Very well written!

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  2. Narrative was as gripping as ever :)

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    1. Thank you sooo much, Keirthana :-)))

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  3. That was a chilling narrative..For a minute I thought it was a true story...Wonderfully done..

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    1. I'm glad to hear the effect this had, Nabanita..thank you!!! :-)

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  4. noooooo.. i would not go in there myself ..

    Bikram's

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  5. That was chilling...Omen ..a sign the tree gave!

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    1. I'm glad for the desired effect, Red! :-)

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  6. I actually thought it was a true story... imagine coming across a tree and a house like that.. scary...

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    1. oh no, in real life I wouldn't have ventured anywhere so close even to the tree ;-) Thanks a lot, Seeta..:-)

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  7. I second Seeta. It sounded quite real....:) Beautifully executed.

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    1. WOW, a compliment like this coming from you Sid means so much to me. Thank you!!! :-)

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  8. That was really spooky .. In the beginning, even I thought you were talking about your own neighbourhood ..

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    1. I'm so glad to hear this, Aarthy..I wasn't so sure when I published the post..but I'm glad I did it..thank you! :-)

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    1. Glad, since that was my intention. Thanks, Joe for reading :-)

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  10. Spooky. I wish I never have to stay in such a place.

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  11. That was a spooky one. Initially I thought that it was a real life experience of moving to a new neighbourhood! Good one for the prompt, Uma :)

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    1. I'm glad to hear that the story seemed convincing, Shilpa..thank you so much :-)

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