Traveler’s Tales: The Mansion

I believe that no one would like to have their car broken down in the middle of a deserted and unknown street. Now, imagine being on a deserted and unfamiliar street, in the rain. A young businessman left his home on vacation, where he decided to travel the country alone and thought it was a good idea. poor thing.

He tried to revive his car, but the effort was useless, the car didn’t want to leave. A place where even the moonlight couldn’t penetrate because of the gigantic crooked trees, a street where he was the only driver. The rain didn’t stop, and the drops that fell from the leaves on top of his car looked like ice bullets.

“It’s summer, how is that possible?”

Asked the boy as he looked at his increasingly fogged car window. The young businessman had no choice but to find a shelter, as the rain didn’t look like it would go away anytime soon.

Being suffocated by his own thoughts, he let a large breath out, put on his jacket, a hat and decided: He would face the rain in search of somewhere to stay that night. Finding a place was not so easily, the trees completely obscured his vision, the wind got stronger with each step he took, finding a slice sight of civilization was the same as finding a grain of rice in a desert, but he didn’t lost hope.

Looking back and seeing his car getting further and further away, for a moment he thought about going back, “staying in the snuggle of my car doesn’t seem like a bad place to spend my last day”, he thought, while striding amidst the rain made noises that even the trees could hear. There were centuries-old trees, with roots sticking out of the ground, and crossing from one to the other. They were intertwined. But how and why?

When you take your last look back and see that you can no longer see your car, as the trees have completely obscured your vision, something leaves you amazed and happy at the same time: a mansion, in the middle of nowhere. “I never believed in a light at the end of the road, but today I’m starting to.” said the boy to himself.

The mansion looked as if it hadn’t been inhabited in years, with cobwebs and tiles and loose pieces of wood everywhere, but the important thing now was that he had a place to spend the night, at worst, it was best to sleep in. a worn-out mansion than to die of hypothermia in the rain. The boy entered. To his surprise, inside the mansion was the complete opposite, the well-decorated living room, lanterns placed in strategic places and oil already in place, a relatively good pantry.

“If no one lives here, how is everything so perfect?”

The boy thought endlessly. He went up the stairs, and came across a rusty door and there was no way he would be able to push it, curiosity appears on his mind, but it must be just old, nothing more, he thought. It was then that he headed for the master bedroom. A made-up bed was right in front of his eyes, it was huge, with pillows that looked like new.

The boy increasingly wondered what should have happened in that mansion. “Did the owners leave in a hurry? It doesn’t make sense, they wouldn’t have left everything tidy.” he asked himself. Soon after recovering from all thoughts, the boy lay down on the bed, and slept. It was around midnight when he heard the creaking of boards begin to echo down the hall.

“It must be the wind. A mansion in the middle of nowhere, no wonder it wouldn’t have such a finish.”, he thought. A huge cold wind gathered and filled the room. His spine was immobile and in shock, and his hairs stood up. “I could have sworn I closed the door and the windows” he told himself, as he got up to go check it out.

As he passed through the hallway, he went into shock again, but this time, there was no logic he could think of to try to understand. The rusty iron door was wide open. The boy let out a sigh, and entered the room.

He couldn’t see anything. The place creaked louder with every step he took, looking like it was going to break at any moment. Suddenly, the boy ends up colliding with something, the shock of the knock made his head spin in pain, the sound made was something metallic but imperceptible, because he could see nothing beyond what the lighting on the door could reach.

Suddenly, a light came on inside that place, a lamp with a strong flame illuminated the center of the mysterious room. He could then notice what was in front of him, an ancient but well-preserved armor and a terrifying appearance. He felt a shiver enter his spine again, and then he began to hear strange sounds around him.

There were tree roots all around that room, pressing from the ground to the ceiling. The room was shaking, the roots were now aggressive with every step the boy took, for no apparent reason in his eyes. He felt his head throb as he put his hand to his forehead, blood. “Did the shock with the armor only take effect now?” He tried to look for an answer to that, without success, of course, just the pain that prevailed in his mind. Sounds of rain began to echo, but this time, from the inside out. Drops of water falling, but without the wet sensation that it had caused him before, they could only be heard, but not touched.

“Enjoying yourself?”

A mysterious voice echoed over the room. The guy then realized: He was not alone. The owner of that mansion was also there. “What does all this mean?” The boy asked aloud.

“If you can’t understand, you have no right to ask” the voice returned, “tell me, what do you see?”

The guy, in shock, starting to looking the place, searching the source of that voice. “Nothing, I can’t see you”, he replied back.

“I see, so I will change my question. What do you hear?”

The voice asked, and after that, a very strong metallic sound began to echo inside the businessman’s head. He didn’t understand why, but his mind felt like it was going to explode at any moment.

“Metal. I hear a metallic sound”, the boy replied, writhing on the floor with the thud of pain he felt.

“Metallic? What would it be? Coins? Cutlery?” the voice returned.

“The same sound I heard recently. Armor! It’s the sound of armor!” The boy soon understood, the sound was coming from the armor that had once come into contact.

“You’re right! So he hears me, then he sees me. The knight who bears the most ancient destiny of the human being. The place we rest without knowing. The common sound, like the sound of horses neighing or the clash of swords. They hear me, but they don’t see me. Who am I?”

The voice echoed stronger inside the young man’s head. “I don’t know, the wind?” He asked back.

The sound stopped. The businessman couldn’t hear anything but the wind howling outside that place. The lamp’s light had gone out, thus losing sight of the hideous armor that had once come into contact. The boy, without thinking twice, ran out of that room, which closed shortly after.

The young man woke up in the mansion’s bed. He could hear the sound of wind and rain through the window, growing stronger as time passed. “Was it all a nightmare?” He thought as he got up to go to the bathroom. After washing his face and saw the reflection in the mirror, he noticed something different. There was no reflection, and soon a sentence was written of the bathroom breath:

“You hear me, but you don’t see me. I am a reflection of life. I am you, but you are not me. I am the sneaky death that makes you rest without knowing it. Accept your fate, and then you will finally be able to see me.”