Taarey ff That dark house........

Is life a mystery? Is interesting? Maybe or maybe not.

My name is Taani Shekhawath and welcome to my life.

I lived in Mumbai until I moved out due to my mom's job to this forgotten city in middle of nowhere. I was 12 when I moved here and I only had one single friend whose name was Aashi Mehra.

You may be wondering why I talk about her in the past but there's an actual explanation. She died when we were 14, which means 6 years ago.

She was diagnosed with cancer when we were 13 and she only had one year to live. I still remember her motto "Live life at it's best, break rules because you never know what the future will holds" and she was right but she never lived life at her best, she never got out of her house or was able to do normal kid stuff so if you know what the future holds for you, will you be able to live it at it's best?

My life it's a routine and I live alone. My mom died a year ago in a car crash. It's impossible to believe that in this forgotten city car crashes happen but it does and are more frequent that Mumbai's.

So you see, I'm alone and at college I hang out with some girls but we can't really call each other "friends", they are only there for gossip or "hanging out" which means alcohol or drugs and I don't get into that stuff.

This city it's so boring but there is this neighborhood really old I might say. These houses are the remaining of what before was a high socialite society. Most of them are inhabited and the ones that have people are really dark and noiseless. The people don't really care about this houses they just don't go in there.

They say some of these houses are haunted or they just bring bad luck.

But I've seen a boy or a young man in a dark hood at midnight when I'm walking near there. He never shows his face, he just goes into the city and comes back with some bags of food. I've never seen his face that is always covered with a scarf.

Actually, nobody has.

Some say that he is lunatic that is still holding to a past but I say

He is a person waiting for a new change.

Chapter one- Rove street

How boring can college get?

Boys. Girls. Gossip.

In this college there's nothing to gossip about they can only gossip about that there's no gossip

"Have you heard about Vicky's party tonight?" A brown haired girl said

"Of course! I mean, like it wasn't obvious I am totally going! It's like fabulous!"

Vicky the cool guy at college, college is his kingdom. I can't deny he is handsome because he is. He has brown hair and black eyes; he is also a really good skater but I'm more into hazel brown eyed boys.

I don't know why but I have been always fascinated by hazel brown eyes the way they can hypnotize you.

"Hey Taani" I looked up and saw Vicky. Sometimes I think he is trying to hit on me but I'm really not interested.

"Hey Vicky!"

"So Taani are you going to my party tonight?"

I looked up at him. He has been asking me the same question all week. I guess I have no other choice than to accept. I sighed and nodded.

"Awesome! So I'll see you tonight and don't forget to bring few clothes, there's a pool"

With that he winked at me and left.

I shivered. He is such a pervert. I hate arrogant guys like him, who don't know anything but gloat about themselves and care so much about their appearance.

. . . .

At my way back home I was walking down the Rove Street, it was 5 pm and it was pretty much empty. I looked up at the sky and it looked so beautiful so blue.

I looked at my left and saw the big fence that separates the old neighborhood from the city. I wonder why nobody cares about it. I walked to the fence and saw a lot of houses, most of them were falling down in pieces and some others were in a really good shape. I don't know how.

I took a closer look and there was a house that called my attention. It was built old fashioned and its walls were built with bricks. It looked homey but at the same time it gave you the feeling that nobody should go in there.

I turned around and continued walking down the street and I would swear I felt that somebody was watching me.

. . . .

Vicky's house was exactly what you would expect from him. The house was really big and it was white in color. We weren't aloud to go in it though unless it was for "business". The yard was beautiful. There were trees everywhere and there was the pool in the middle with a lot of people in it. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder and I let out a gasp.

"Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you, I was just wondering if you wanted to go to play truth or dare" Vicky said. Was he drunk?

"Okay" I sighed and followed him to a group of people that were sitting on a corner.

"Hi Taani!" Neha said. She was one of the nicest girls in town so far.

"Hi Neha"

"So Taani, truth or dare?"

"Mmm dare" Honestly a dare it's just a dare nothing can go wrong right?

"Alright" Vishakha said. Was she the one telling me the dare? Oh dear this wasn't good.

"I dare you to go to the old neighborhood and stay there all night" With that she smirked at me while everyone around was gasping.

"Vishakha, don't you think that is well dangerous?" Neha asked.

"Of course not! It's a dare and if you don't do it Taani, you will receive the college punishment.

The college punishment is public humiliation in front of everyone until you drop out of college or worse.

Then I did what I had to do. I stood up and walked to the Rove Street.

Index-

chapter 1- Rove street - above post

chapter2- Dark house- pg 2

chapter 3- Hazel brown eyes- Pg3

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Chapter 2

Now I was standing in middle of Rove Street. My peers were watching me from few meters away. It was really cold and I was only wearing a slight dress above the knee. I looked in front of me and there it was, the big fence looking at me in all it's glory.

I started walking until I reached the gates. They were made of metal and it was a bit rusty, they had two lion heads in each door. With a slight push they opened revealing the old neighborhood. There was a path leading to a street that said Levin Street. There were a few houses and they had a big amount of distance between each other.

The sky was black with a few stars and the moon was shining. It was a beautiful night.

"How am I gonna do this?" I said to myself. I was supposed to spend an entire night here but where? I didn't know anybody here and what if they were assassins or something?

I started to look for an inhabited house to spend the night so I wouldn't have to knock on a stranger's door. Soon it came to the sight the house I saw this afternoon. It was the brick house. The lights were off and you could see dust in the front door. I assumed it was inhabited even though it looked in good shape, almost as good as my house.

Outside the house was a black cat. I walked to the house and soon I reached to a gate that allowed me full access to the front garden and to the house itself. The cat stared at me with an intensified look. It was scary but I continued walking. The house gave an air of mystery and soon I started asking myself, who lived there before? Why was I so attracted to it?

I had seen this house so many times before. Every day while I was walking home from college I would always look beyond the big gates and my look would fix on this house and when I continued walking I always felt like somebody was watching me but I never saw anybody.

Nobody ever came out of this place only one person. The boy with the dark hood. He was usually covering his face with a scarf and I think I saw his eyes and I would swear they were hazel brown. Maybe it was the fact that his eyes portrayed mystery that I was so attracted to him. I know I sound ridiculous saying I am attracted to someone I don't even know but this is different.

For first time in my life I was taking the risk, I was breaking rules and following Aashi's motto 'Live life at its best, break rules because you never know what the future will holds'.

Right now I was breaking every rule of sanity by coming here, I was disobeying my instincts telling me to get out, but it was already too late. I am going to get into this house and I was going to break my routine.

The front door was made of a dark wood. I noticed that from afar it looked really homey but looking at it up close it was scary. It would look like a haunted house for anybody but for me it was a mystery house. Everything looked so different so inviting.

Finally I got all the needed courage and opened the door.

What I saw shocked me. It was so normal. Of course the stuff was old but I was imagining Goth furniture or vampire stuff everywhere. This house looked like my grandma's but less clean and maybe a bit more modern than hers.

If I had all my energy I would have cleaned all this like Snow White but right now I was really tired, it was past midnight and all I wanted was a bed. I started walking around the first floor.

The living room. The furniture was covered with white blankets, like if someone moved out and wasn't planning on coming back for a long while. There was a big fireplace and a Television. There was a table with some pictures on it. The pictures contained the most adorable baby I had ever seen in my life.

He was about two years old and had dirty black hair and big hazel brown eyes eyes. His smile was contagious and he looked so happy. For some reason those eyes looked familiar.

The next picture was about the same boy but about 5 year's old. He was still adorable and had his arms wrapped around two adults. He was kissing a woman who I suppose was his mother. She had brown eyes and brown hair and the adult man had black hair and hazel brown eyes but the boy's were a lighter shade of brown.

"Wow" Was all I could say. He looked so happy and I felt a bit of envy. He had a mother and a dad who loved him. Sure, I had a mom and she loved me too but I never knew my dad. He died when I was 3 years old and I barely have any memory of him. All I can remember was his cinnamon scent and his bright smile. My mom used to say I had the same smile and his sense of humor, but since Aashi and mom died I barely recognize myself.

I still have those chocolate brown eyes and the brown hair but I don't smile as often as before. I don't laugh unless I have to or something is really funny. Something changed on me and I miss it. I also miss having someone who I can trust, someone that cares about me and I miss having someone loving me.

Sure, my grandma comes twice a month to look after me and see if I am fine. I know she loves me, but unfortunately she can't stay too long because of her health and then I become alone again. Sometimes I feel like I'm in a dark whole and nobody can save me. I hope I'm wrong.

I continued walking around the house. The kitchen was clean enough and was enough for two people to fit in. I decided to go upstairs since my eyelids where getting heavier.

Just when I was going upstairs I felt a hand on my shoulder and I was sure it wasn't Vicky's.

Lol cliffy! Who do you think it might be?

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