Mansion Of The Dead

Another Encounter

A new summer day dawned for Victor and the temperature was noticeably getting hotter and hotter as the days go by. Victor and his grandmother were sitting out on their front porch one afternoon, talking about stuff. Victor didn't really have that much to tell so he decided to tell his Grandmother about his dream.

"Lala, can I tell you something?" Asks Victor as he rocks his chair back and forth as he was a bit anxious.

"Sure, go on dear. What is it that you want to tell me?" His grandma answers in a calm tone as she knits a scarf.

"Do you remember the night you told me about the mansion of the dead?" He asks in a bit of a nervous tone.

"Mhm, and what about that night?" His grandma stops and looks at him with a curious look.

"Uhm- Well-" He got hesitant and as he can't make the words go out of his mouth.

"Come on child, tell me." She says, cutting off Victor's stutter.

"That night I dreamt about it, and in my dream it did transform just like what you told me. I also saw a lady, wearing white. It was so magical and- and- it was amazing!" Victor blurted out.

"You really liked the tale don't ya? And I don't see anything weird about your dream either,dear. The lady you saw must've been your mom." She comforts Victor who seemed nervous to see her reaction.

"Really Lala? You think my mom visited me in my dream?" He asked excitedly as his eyes were filled with spark and joy.

"Well, we don't really know, but I guess it's best to put it that way." She says as she smiles.

"Anyway, I'll get to work inside. You can stay here if you want." She continues as she stands up from her chair and goes inside the house.

Victor was left alone outside. He thought of it more, and was happy with the thought of his mom visiting him.

He sat down for a good half an hour, watching the birds fly and the cars busily passing by a few yards from their house. One car in particular was odd looking though. It looked like a model from the early 90's, and it looked extremely outdated, but one more thing in particular intrigued Victor's mind. He once again saw a strange figure in the car. Well it wasn't that strange for other people, yet something about it didn't feel right to Victor.

This time though, he was sure that it was a lady. It could've been not the same figure he saw at the forest path that day but he was sure that someone strangely creepy just passed by. He clenched his fists as he was about to run to the direction where the car went, and his eyes were focused. He tried his best to remember the car and the lady, but a single call from his grandmother made his thoughts go blank and brought him back to his senses.

He hadn't realize it was already getting dark outside. He looked around and it was already sunset, it was as if he spent the whole afternoon staring and thinking about the car and whoever was inside it. He was in shock and distraught ,jaw dropped at what just happened. He couldn't believe it! Nevertheless, he recollected himself and tried to think as straight as he can. He soon went inside after taking deep breaths and telling himself he's just tired. As he went inside, he saw his grandmother cooking.

"Lala, Did you call me earlier?" Says Victor, trying his best to stay calm and not stutter.

"No, dear. I was about to call you but you already went inside so no need." His grandma replies with a smile.

Victor smiled back and told his grandma he'll be upstairs to wash up.

"If Lala didn't call me earlier, who did?" Victor thought to himself as he was washing his hands.

"What happened earlier?" He thought once again.

Questions soon filled his mind. He was so drowned in his thoughts that he forgot that the faucet was on and that he was still washing his hands. Nonetheless, his Grandma saved him from his thoughts, as she yelled that dinner was ready.

Victor immediately remembered what he was doing and washed his hands thoroughly. He then went downstairs and

joined his grandmother for dinner.

He sat down and they began to eat dinner. His Gandmother noticed that Victor was more silent than usual. He didn't really say anything as he ate and just kept nodding his head at questions.

"Is there anything bothering you dear? You're quite silent." His grandma asks out of concern.

"Oh, n-no not at all. I'm just a bit tired." He responds with a slight smile to mask off the confusion he feels.

Little did his grandma know, that he was thinking about the figure he saw, and how it could be connected to his dream, as he tried to piece it all together in his mind.

He did his chores as normal as he could, in fear that his grandma would start worrying about him. He went with his night routine, brushed his teeth, changed his clothes, only this time, he didn't go to his grandma for a bedtime story. Instead, he pondered upon his thoughts that night. There was just something about it that oddly bothered him to the point it was the only thing he can think of. He even thought he was going crazy, as he tried to shake it off to get some sleep, but it was so persistent and would not go.

He wanted peace, but peace wasn't really at hand for him right now. So, in the middle of the night, Victor was full of it that he rose up and quietly went to their backyard. He tip toed past his grandma's bed, and brought a watch with him just so he knows what time it is. He opened the back door of their house, and what he saw was the epitome of peace for Victor. He saw the gleaming fireflies, gently flying in the wind swept grasses, and the dark blue sky and sea. The breeze was cool, that it soothed his troubled mind, and the harmony of light and the dark danced before his eyes. He saw the stars twinkle so bright that he dropped his watch, and soon he had found himself chasing around fireflies, though he tried to be as quiet as he can.

The moment came when he was so happy and calm. It was as if he lost all his cares in the world. He sat in the middle of the grasses, viewing the stunning scenery.

"I could live here" he says as he lies down in the grass.

"But I need to go back, Grandma would be worried if I don't." He says as he gets back up.

He then walks back to the door, and tiptoed back inside. He took one last glance outside before shutting the door. Just as he was about to do so, a white butterfly made its way in. Victor was kind of shocked, but he thought of the butterfly as a friend.

He made his was upstairs, still with the butterfly beside him. He soon reached his bed, and fell into a nice deep sleep. Of course the butterfly was still with him, and it stayed in the headboard of his bed.