I was the one up for the job, it was my turn, and I know it that I wasn’t up to the task but it was out of bounds to change the truth. I have got to get the baseball, it was my entire fault. The rule was that whoever hits the ball anywhere out of reach, he himself has to get it and I did the deed of hitting the ball out of the park. The ball landed straight in one of the abandoned houses on the 14th Street, The houses were known to be ‘forbidden’ because of rumors of people vanishing in them. Anyways, I lifted up my spirit, looked for a couple of seconds in the sky and went for ball hunting.
The door to the front garden was locked so I had to jump over the fence. I walked silently as to be imperceptible to my surroundings, I investigated for my ball in the garden but found no clue which could direct me to it. I noticed the chimney, at the top of the house and imagined the ball sliding in it. The house was a relic with its paint dropping out; it looked like a legendary house built for a very famous person. It was a four-story house, looked more like a building, each floor joined at a fair distance from other means there were a lot of stairs to climb. There was an unusual feeling about the place as something possessed it. I walked to the front door and knocked, I had no idea why I was knocking, I perfectly knew no one was going to answer. I tried twisting the knob and to my surprise it opened, it wasn’t locked!
I stepped in, gathering all my courage; I could hear my heart beating. It was a dark, shabby house with cobwebs dangling in midair. As I glance towards the floor, I noticed a few ink splodges going in different directions. The sight of the place gave me goose bumps which was a sign of definite fear.
I discovered two rocky chairs in the living room covered in dust, I didn’t bothered getting concerned about it. I was not afraid of dark but this place was completely different than what they portray us in horror movies. I spotted the chimney which was in between the two rocky chairs and walked silently towards it. As I reached there, I began my search for the ball. I was not very confident that I would get the ball straight away, so I looked everywhere in the living room, starting from the fire place. After my long, hard search, I sat down on one of the three sofas which was covered in bed sheets. I gave a thought that maybe it didn’t go in the chimney and was probably lying somewhere in the garden, but I didn’t wanted to come back to this place if I couldn’t find the ball there. After a couple of soundless minutes, I decided that I would continue my search in the house.
I climbed up a few stairs and walked along a long corridor. I tried calling out if anyone was there but could not get a reply back which told me that this place was completely abandoned. I found a small room which I guessed was a storage room, there were a few cartons and small boxes kept in a neat line although they were covered with large amounts of dust. As I started making my way out, I noticed a picture staring at me, I went nearer to it and recognized that person even though I was looking at him for the first time. He was the extraordinary man, which my father used to talk all the time, with unusual tricks which he used to show my father when he was a kid. It was his house, my guess was absolutely right; the house was built for a very famous person indeed. “That man used to do tricks that you couldn’t even think off”, my father once said. “He jumped off a building and survived and also drove, in a car under water for more than 15 minutes”, said my father while gesturing his acts. There might have been some kind of illusion in each trick but he was a very famous person at his time.
I continued my walk and saw two more corridors stretching on each side, telling me to change my direction because of some reason. There was no other way than change my direction so I picked my strong hand, right…