Friday Prompt For Stream Of Consciousness Saturday Is “Door”. Write About A Door You Walked Through This Week Wasn’t Your Own. Enjoy!
Dark.. Old.. Mysterious Door
When I read today’s SoCS prompt ‘Door’. I knew it was perfect platform to write about Closed door that existed inside our old home where we spent our childhood.
In our old apartment one room was sealed by our owner. There was chairs, furnitures and belongings of old tenant who used to stay before we moved in this appartment.
As a kid I loved spending hours peeping in to that dark windowless room from small gap that was in the wooden door frame. I remember behind that locked door where old furnitures and bags were kept , I used to see cat. Excited I ran to tell my mom, but she said it was my imagination as door was locked and cat can’t go inside, But i knew i saw it in real. Later i used to see cat frequently roaming in that spiderweb room between the furnitures.
My mom started getting angry whenever she caught me peeping in that room Instead of playing outside as I was spending most time peeping through the gap to see cat.
Years later we shifted to our own new appartment. Initially I missed old house and mainly that old wooden door and cat. But Slowly with new friends and new routine, old house n memories took backstage.
Few years later, One day me, my parents n my siblings we all were relaxing chatting and during that time old house topic came. Once again i said i used to see cat roaming inside that locked door. Now me in teenage year i found sense in mom’s explaination that how cat can managed to get inside. I asked dad that one question which was always in back of my mind and that was why old tenant never came to take back their furniture and belongings
My dad said, that furniture belonged to one newly married couple who used to stay in that place before we moved in. One day they committed suicide by hanging in the same room and house owner decided to lock that room where they committed suicide with their belonging. Month later We shifted in that appartment. Dad casually added further that he always got clueless whenever I said cat is roaming in that locked room. He tried to see through gap in many occassions but never saw any cat.
I remember Many times we all heard sounds coming from that locked door. We never experienced any scarry incident, but now i think that cat which i used to see behind that sealed door was really a cat or something else was behind that dark wooden locked door.