622 - Part 5
While returning from the telephone exchange, I was too engrossed in my own thoughts. Mrs. Brown and Grandma- What else could they share apart from friendship? ... The telephone and the diary or book or well....... * Boom* and I manage to bump myself to a traffic signage! With blues and bumps over the head and arms, I try to manage myself to reach home anyhow. After a struggle with the lock and key , I open the main door to find a letter thrown inside- a 16 point Monotype Corsiva -
" The leaves have been ruffled,
the garden's renewed
Don't delve too deep,
or something's gonna be screwed"
Stay away from Mrs. Brown!
Sinister and typical "rhyme-scheme loving "cynical too. Someone's stalking me! A typed letter leaves no trace about the handwriting too- calculated move. I muster the remaining strength to search for some first aid and medicines. As I enter my room, there's a disorder- A disorder peculiar for specific things since I have odd preferences and habits. Someone had barged in to the house. 622 was nowhere to be seen. Normally, the rest of the house wasn't even touched and to any other folk the prospect of someone breaking in was unbelievable. But this is recent, very recent since the glass of water tumbled by the person probably still has the watermarks on the adjoining wall , though the floor is wiped clean and dry. I scramble up to the first floor- the study lock was broken too. The books were lying scattered on the floor. My head whizzes and I.......
I open my eyes with a terrible headache to find myself in the study lying among the books on the floor. The sun's already set and its dark. I gather myself up and look at the time - 8.30 p.m, not late thankfully! I make up my mind to call Mrs. Brown home since I didn't have the strength left after the effect of pain-killers making me drowsy than ever. "Hello Mrs. Brown. Can you please come over at my place after 11.00 ?" "Okay Rianne but is everything alright?".... - a five minute conversation it takes to convince her to come to my place, phew! I take out my diary to make an entry for the day till yet lest I miss out on something. The creaking of the gate jolts me out of my droopiness. Mrs. Brown has brought the dinner for me.
" The leaves have been ruffled,
the garden's renewed
Don't delve too deep,
or something's gonna be screwed"
Stay away from Mrs. Brown!
Sinister and typical "rhyme-scheme loving "cynical too. Someone's stalking me! A typed letter leaves no trace about the handwriting too- calculated move. I muster the remaining strength to search for some first aid and medicines. As I enter my room, there's a disorder- A disorder peculiar for specific things since I have odd preferences and habits. Someone had barged in to the house. 622 was nowhere to be seen. Normally, the rest of the house wasn't even touched and to any other folk the prospect of someone breaking in was unbelievable. But this is recent, very recent since the glass of water tumbled by the person probably still has the watermarks on the adjoining wall , though the floor is wiped clean and dry. I scramble up to the first floor- the study lock was broken too. The books were lying scattered on the floor. My head whizzes and I.......
I open my eyes with a terrible headache to find myself in the study lying among the books on the floor. The sun's already set and its dark. I gather myself up and look at the time - 8.30 p.m, not late thankfully! I make up my mind to call Mrs. Brown home since I didn't have the strength left after the effect of pain-killers making me drowsy than ever. "Hello Mrs. Brown. Can you please come over at my place after 11.00 ?" "Okay Rianne but is everything alright?".... - a five minute conversation it takes to convince her to come to my place, phew! I take out my diary to make an entry for the day till yet lest I miss out on something. The creaking of the gate jolts me out of my droopiness. Mrs. Brown has brought the dinner for me.
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