(Continued from here) 

There’s a room in my house where no one goes. It’s dark and musty smelling inside, I think. Sometimes I get a feeling I’ve been inside, but then it could’ve been a dream. I dream a lot these days, mostly about my family and friends. But I know they are just dreams.

Everyone was asleep that night, when I placed the ladder against the house right beneath the broken window. Which broken window, you ask? You know which window. The one in the room, the room where no one goes. There was a chilly wind blowing and I’d left my sweater back on my bed. I thought of my bed and how nice it would be to be in there, between the covers, planning about getting into this room rather than standing in the garden and actually trying to get into the room. I climbed the ladder and reached the window after what seemed like an hour, when really it was only 10 minutes.

I remember it was dark inside. The wind made a little whoosh when it passed through the hole in the broken pane. I took my flashlight and beamed it inside.

The light caught a chair in the middle of the room, lying on its side like someone knocked it over in a hurry. It looked like Grandpa’s rocking chair, only it had four sturdy legs instead of a rocker. I moved the light around to see what else was in there – maybe the ball that broke the pane was lying around. But no. It wasn’t there. Nothing was there but the chair. So everyone in the house is scared about a stupid chair? I felt a laugh rising up inside my throat. Until I saw the rope.

It was a rope, yes, but what was chilling was the fact that it was a noose. Hanging from the ceiling, waving gently in the light breeze, like a cradle rocking a baby. By then my hand was shivering and it was becoming very uncomfortable standing on the ladder – I had to decide then if I should go inside or not.

I pushed the window open and climbed inside. The floor was icy cold and dusty. I imagined how Mother would lose her cool if she saw this much dust anywhere in the house. But they still never go into this room. No one does. No one but me.

The chair was still there and so was the noose. The rope, I mean. It scares me to call it a noose. I went closer to the chair and looked up to look at the rope properly. It looked strangely new. Like everything but the rope was touched by time. Like the rope alone escaped it and the ruin that comes with it. I pulled the chair upright and stood on it. The noose began exactly at my head and ended somewhere below my chin.

The only thing I remember after that is hearing the chair fall down.


Dear Jerry,

I miss you buddy.

My mum said I could write to you since I did not get to say goodbye and she will ask your mum to place this note with you, when they take you away.

I cannot believe that you’re not here anymore. What were you thinking man, actually going inside the room! I thought we were just fooling around with the plans. I would never have let you do it had you told me you meant it, Jer. I blame myself for not knowing you better. Sorry man!

So now you get to jam with the angels, huh? Boy am I gonna miss you! And if you see Abe Lincoln, tell him I hate him for doing all those great things and getting into my history textbook. I wish you were around to help me with this stupid essay, man.

You’ll always be my best bud, Jer. You take care, ok?

Your best friend,