Y'all know curiosity has always taken the best part of me, no matter what. It's something I'm still trying so hard to put under control, but then ion know if to call it a weakness. You will find that out again in this story... Let's go.
It was on a rainy night, about five years ago. I was alone in my best friend's grandparents house. They had all gone for night vigil. I refused to go with them because of the situation of things in the country. I can't afford to be kidnapped. My Fams don't have millions to their names 馃榿馃槈.. you gerrit?
In their corridor were various pictures and paintings. Their corridor is one you can't but pass through. It leads to the sitting room, it leads to the kitchen, it leads to the backyard and it also leads to one of the rooms. It's an olden day house.
That was not the first time I'm seeing the paintings and all. As I finished eating and went to drop the plate in the kitchen, I heard a voice on my way back. I was obviously the only one at home, so I was a little scared. I wasn't sure I heard it well. As I hurried my footsteps, the voice came again, I couldn't make out what the voice said but tmit wa saying something and even though I was scared, I had to pause.
The voice was coming from my left hand side, there was only one painting hanging there, in it were four people, the Father, mother and their two children. This isn't my first time of seeing it,but then I begin to wonder why it was the only one painting that was separated from the rest.
As I moved closer a little bit, with my torch in hand,I heard the voice again, it was coming directly from the painting.
"Please, help us."
I froze immediately
"Please, before he returns." The voice added.
My heart began to beat so loud I could hear it. Even still, I didn't know what to do, I felt like doing something. So, I shined the torch directly into the painting and I began to take note of certain things, one of the two kids who was a female was pointing at a tree right beside them. I traced her hands and began to study the tree, then I saw it.
There was somebody else there, I had never seen or noticed it. It was a headless being. I almost screamed.
Then I heard the voice again....
"He kept us here."
I didn't know what to do, as I was busy thinking I heard footsteps by the door. My friend and his grandparents had arrived. Obviously the vigil was brought to an end very quickly.
The following morning was sad Saturday, so it was environmental and we needed to tidy up the whole house. My mind was still on what happened and trying to figure things out or better still, just run away. While tidying up one of the rooms, I saw an old newspaper, I opened it and began to go through it, in the middle I saw the same family that was in the painting.
So, they were a real family. Unread through the story and I could figure out that the headless man in the painting was actually the last person seen with them that night. And the only person who recognized him was killed before he could say who it was. The shocking part is, it happened over 30 years ago.
I couldn't seem to understand what it is they were protecting, but it seems to me that it was the secret about what actually happened that night 30 years ago.
Well, I didn't hear the voice again till we left about a week later. I tried my best but couldn't figure out anything. The last time I went there was less than a month ago, and guess what, the girl wasn't pointing at the tree anymore, she's now pointing to my friends room, the one we both sleep in anytime I'm around.
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