A terrifying dream or the call of love
For a challenging job in the Navy, I decided to leave my beautiful Celine at home with a caretaker, Tim. Like any loving couple, we had many aspirations. But when the police listed Celine as a missing person, all my aspirations vanished into thin air, leaving a trail of pain and despair. I felt cheated and betrayed. Time could not erase my pain. The persistent illness in my body weakened me every day. When I closed my eyes, I began to dream. The dream led me to stealthily walk down a path towards a silent old house.
The first floor seemed dusty with few croton and orchids planted in broken pots. As I walked up the stairs, I felt someone run down. ‘Sinister’, I thought. When I got to the second floor, I saw a small reception table and an old man sitting in a chair. He turned his head and looked me straight in the eye. He coughed and asked if I needed a guest room. I nodded. He looked in a register and made me sign, handed me the keys. I walked ahead.
The house seemed old but familiar, the ticking of the clock just above my head making me feel unpleasant and cold. Late at night, the restlessness increased. I found myself climbing the stairs to the terrace. It was a dark and gloomy night. Something drew me to the fireplace. Suddenly, I saw the fireplace fly away and a pair of bruised and scalded female legs appeared. The darkness was great, I strained my eyes.
He could see a familiar female face, but it was so sore that he could barely recognize it. “She’s trapped inside the chimney,” I panicked and rushed forward to help her, but she disappeared. With a racing heart, I woke up shaking and terrified. Fear seized my throat. Shocked, I wanted to scream but couldn’t. It is difficult to know if it was a dream or a vision. Getting on my knees I prayed for her. Celine didn’t betray me, she died brutally.
Wasting no time, I left for Cape Town. Upon arriving in Cape Town, I realized how Tim was tormenting her to satisfy himself with sex, lust and pleasure. While trying to escape from her prison, she became trapped in the fireplace and Tim made no effort to rescue her. Our beautiful house had been converted into a guest house. His evil cannot be described in words. Tim was arrested.
It distresses me to realize that, although in a grim embrace of death, she loves me deeply. I will never leave my beautiful Celine alone. Sitting in my wooden rocking chair, I watch the darkness deepen. In desperation, as my wooden chair rocks faster, her sobs get louder.
I impatiently wait for another day to end. I still love the singing of the birds, the buzzing of the bees, the fragrant flowers and the rays of the sun kissing my cheeks. Nature is beautiful and so is life.