Stay At A Haunted House

She stood at the window. Thinking of her crazy life! And contemplating on ‘the ghost’ that visited her the night before.

See, she knows the level of her own bizarre contradictions! She is aware, of how the world keeps insisting on seeing ‘just’ her outside! And no we are not talking about looks!

She knows, her ‘kindness’ is there for all to see! Her ‘sweetness’, as most seem to be fond of the way it sounds when they vocalize it to describe her! Their eyes, conveying a dreamy look…They just simply don’t know the rest.

And the rest is dark.

It’s dark, not for actions she had done, but rather seen!

At her little coffeeshop, she had strangers tell her secrets. Some she was able to handle. And some, she simply couldn’t!

So many stories.

Her own therapist, advised she needed to stop. He said: you need to stop listening. But more importantly, you need to work on not letting it affect you! It’s getting to you! People are drawn to you. They tell you deep secrets they are unable to tell their families or even best friends. She remembers responding ‘just like they tell their hairdresser or their ‘trained’ therapist?! Except I’m not?! ;)’

The therapist knew she was clever. He knew he was not to bother answering! And she appreciated him not insulting her intelligence any further. After all, he was the fifth she had tried, and was able to actually come back to visit after the initial assessment! ‘Her’ assessment. Of?! Her therapist!

Yes. That’s who she is. Untrusting.

At the same time, she knew she needed to escape for a little while. So right there on her phone, while sitting in her car after leaving her therapy session, she found her destination in less than fifteen minutes. And booked it.

What she did not know?! It was a beautiful old….haunted house.

Author: Kat

I used to work as a graphic designer, until one day I was tragically and blissfully hit by two colliding meteors! One caused my falling in love with the world of coffee! And the other resulted in me falling out of love with the not so wonderful and nearly suffocating office culture! I left the glamour of the design world, and opened up my little café! Those were the best years of my life! I say ‘were’, because (wait! May be another time! But please do ask me if you ‘must’ know and can’t sleep tonight unless I tell you!) For the past three years, I have been living in a pyramid shape house in a middle of a green forest in the summer; a green forest buried underneath lots - I mean LOTS - of snow in the winter. I used to ‘think I still do ;)’ love the city! With its buzzing energy! I love to travel and seeing different food and coffee scenes...preferably alone! visiting ‘quirky and unusual’ places! I do not love visiting museums, hugely commercialized areas, malls and landmarks! I love old and full of heritage ‘anything’! I also love, to sit in a busy coffeeshop ‘reading quietly’ and not talking! Talking exhausts me most of the time! Watching the world unfold.. and thinking ...never does!

5 thoughts on “Stay At A Haunted House”

    1. Thank you Angela.
      I love everything you write. I find your style to be sincere, extremely sensitive to little things that only you notice at such heightened intensity… and very very beautiful.

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