I am not sure if I have delete my previous account or what, I used to be Roy Enowaki Lynx, and was in Brazil. I had moved to Sapporo, and felt I kind of need a Japanese name by my look and so now I am called Ryujin. Oh, we do have hot summer now a days but for a short period, its pretty cool here.
I now live in a 2 storied farm house located in a countryside. I have a chicken coop in my backyard, and recently paired 2 white Chinese silk chicken and they have 6 chicks and are all healthy. I thought my slow life have just begun until I found that there is a creepy closet at the attic.
The story began in a stormy night. I was alone in my house with my cat, Aleshanee. Aleshanee is a playful grey female cat with short hair and a pair of beautiful green eyes. She liked to hide in the old closet in the attic and plays hide and seek.
I was creeped by the closet since the first day I saw it in my attic. Usually I will just bate out Aleshanee using her favorite toy, Mr. Rat and just carry her away from the closet. I never used that closet until today.
During that stormy night, Aleshanee again was playing hide and seek, and same as usual she hid in the closet. I was tired with the routine of having to bate her out of the closet and carrying her away. So this time I decided just to wait for her to come out. Aleshanee popped her little head out of the slightly opened closet and looked at me, doing that face of "Why are you not doing your routine?"
I bated her from the old sofa with Mr. Rat and planned to hug her when she reached the toy. As expected Aleshanee came running but then she stopped as if someone else beside me was there. I looked around and thought that my back is getting cold. Aleshanee walked towards me with caution, and was staring on the wall behind me as if someone is standing behind me. I turned around and saw nothing but a wall obviously, Aleshanee walked back and ran to my bed. I was creeped out so I followed Aleshanee to my bed, thinking to sleep the night away.
In the middle of the night, I hear some noise in the back yard and thought that some wild raccoon might have sneaked in the chicken coop. I ran out into the yard with my spring loaded air rifle and switched on the light of the chicken coop. The hen was sitting on her nest protecting the fluffy chicks. The male was on top of the roof alert, staring down at me curiously. I saw no trace of raccoons or what so ever.
I switched off the light and turned my back at the closed door of the chicken coop. I suddenly feel that my back is cold again as if the rain water has dripped on to my back. I looked back and obviously just saw the orange door of the chicken coop in the dark but nothing else.
I set up my air rifle and turned on the laser aimer on the way back to my house just in case there is some beast hiding somewhere. I kept feeling that someone is looking at me from the distance. I hurried back in the house and saw that Aleshanee was awake, she was peeking up the stairs to the attic, I immediately thought of that creepy closet. I put my gun back from where it should be so that I will not shoot Aleshanee or anything in the house accidently.
I switched on the lights and headed to the attic. Aleshanee was curious on my actions, and looked at me with her ears straight up. The attic was quiet and dark since it is used as a storage, I could only hear the rain water dripping outside the window. I see the closet from the reflections of the lights downstairs, I softly opened the closet with my finger.
The closet slammed shut by itself suddenly, I carried Aleshanee as I ran out and went straight to my garage. Poor Aleshanee was so frightened that she curled up in my arms like a fur ball. I think it was the first time in my life that I have ever ran away from a closet. Till today the closet is still on the same spot at the attic of my house.
Hmm... Now that make sense 😟
A little sad hearing about your experience of "forgotten things"
My father would do the opposite, he threw away almost everything related to my grandmother when she left the world... Well, I made lot of memories with her so it is OK for me but when we want to tell her stories to my sister all we can do is talk our memories... I know, a little different but I just wanted to share my story too.
Ryujin (Roy E. Lynx)