The Key Please?
Secrets and choices............
My mind often takes me to another world, a place of adventure and life. Almost nothing in my life was ever worth giving any attention to. Except for one thing, the door at the end of the hall in my grandmothers home.
As a young child I had often explored the three story home my grandparents owned. Every room and hall was new world, in which to find glorious hidden treasures. As it would turn out before I would arrive my grandfather, bless his soul, would hide things just for me to find. After I would show him what I found and he would smile at me.
Even with all the adventures and journeys I had in that house, there was always one place I never lade eyes on. It was the room at the end of the dim hallway on the third floor. Since I could remember the big metal door was always locked. The hall itself was a grimly purple color, the paint was old and chipping. The door it self looked cursed, something the average person would stay clear of. It seemed the door was the same size as the wall, by then the metal had began to rust. It was just a dark area that was part of the house.
My curiosity drove me mad. Time and time again I would walk past that door and it would be locked. I knew it would always remain locked but I was hopeful that one day it would be left open. That maybe its secrets would be revealed due to someone’s carelessness.
When I brought the subject of the door up with my mother, she gave me a stern look and told me to mind my own. My own what?? My mother often told me never to ask questions about what wasn't my own business. She didn’t understand… since my father left us years ago, she had became an old bitter woman.
But how could I be expected to mind my own? My grandparent would tell me anything I wanted to know if I asked. Well my grandfather would, my grandmother was a different story all together.
My mother was of no help to me so I decided to ask someone who could possibly give me an answer. So I had asked my grandfather what was hidden on the other side of the door. He just looked at me....He shook his head no. Of course NO was an answer I did not want. I continued to press on the matter. Until my grandfather told me something he knew I would find useful.
He spoke as if he were afraid someone was listening in on us, he pulled me into his study to speak after he checked to see if we were alone. I saw the man who had fought in wars, seen hell on earth and returned home to start a life like nothing happened, was for the first time scared. He said in a hushed tone "Don't look for every unknown in the world. Sometimes things are meant to stay hidden.”
After our chat, I stayed up for days on end trying to think of what might be hidden in the room. It must be something from ancient times, or some rare gem my grandparents obtained some how. What ever it might be I needed to know, just to see it. That’s when I knew I needed a plan.
Not too long after the mysteries of the door took over my life, my grandfather died. The day was grey and lifeless. Nothing could possibly make me feel anything worse then what I felt at the moment. I was told that he passed in his sleep peacefully. It was a grim week from then on out in my world. I was young but I knew about death, I saw how it divided my family. People blamed themselves for events that happened a number of years ago.
In the events that fallowed I understood all that my grandfather had told me. In his will, my grandfather gave me a letter and a map. At first I didn’t understand why I needed a map but the letter was very clear that it would make or break me as a person. The letter read:
Dearest grandchild,
I hope you will remember me always and know I always loved you. In my past few years I have been sick, in ways you wont understand. My mind told me to do things and it lead me to my end. So as my final act I leave you this map. Follow it and it will bring you to an answer you seek. But you must promise me when you find what the map leads you to, you will not reveal its secret to the world. And you will be just fine.
Love always Grandpa
I followed the map, to see what my grandfather had left behind for me to find. As I searched I realized this is the last time my grandfather would ever hide secret treasure for me. He would no longer be there for me to show him my finds. But I still looked on.
I came to an old tree, there was nothing left on the map to follow it all stopped here at this tree. Was this a dead end? Had he forgotten to give the other half of the map?
No there was a hole in the side of the tree and held with in, was a picture. An old picture, probably from when the camera was first made or something. But never the less it was a photo of a key. An old fashioned key that looked shinny new. Somehow it seemed all too familiar.
In that instant I knew what it was. The key in the photo was the key my Grandmother wore around her neck. But by this time it was old and rusted. She wore it everywhere she went, when she slept the key would be at her bed side on a little table. I also recalled the first time I asked about the key, The women smiled and said it was the key to secret world. And I had often seen her watch the creepy door that remained locked. Never would she open it only watch it as she felt for her key.
My grandfather led me to the key that would open the door at the end of the hall. This was his final treasure hunt for me. So now my mission was to get that key!!!
The next time I saw my grandmother, she looked like death her self. She often worked in her flower garden in the front yard of her home. On this day she was sitting with the flowers, just sitting. She didn’t move for a while until I asked quite plainly.
“The key please?” I said with no hesitation.
She looked puzzled at first but soon glared at me. She knew I wouldn’t leave without it. Then my grandmother told m something that changed my world.
Simply she said “ Child if you wish to get this key then you will need to pry it from my hands. This key leads to things you will never understand. Your young but easily dealt with so I suggest you just forget about the key.” I replied with the sweetest voice I had “ I need the key, I need to see what is behind the door.”
My grandmother stood up in the middle of her garden and picked one rose. It was a white rose and she handed it to me. “Be a doll and go put this in the house.” She said with a wicked smile.
I did as she asked and we walked into the house. When I turned to her she just stood and smiled. Again I asked for the key. She took the key from around her neck and held it out in front of her. She then spoke in a strange voice that seemed almost demand like. “You will have to fight me for it child.” She then ran at me, and attacked. Her long nails scratched my face, I ran as fast as I could holding my face to stop the bleeding.
I dodged her swings and ran, but everywhere I turned she was blocking my way. She then took a knife from the table and ran at me. For an old women she had a lot of energy I must admit. I ran to the fire place and grabbed the poker just ask my grandmother leaped at me with the knife. As I turned it pierced her heart and she fell to the ground. She was dead and the key was mine.
Hurt and tired I made my way up the third floor and down the hall. I stopped an looked at the door, everything came down to this. I put the key in the keyhole and turned it, I heard the door unlock. I took a deep breath and turned the knob slowly. This was it my heart was racing , I was too nervous. But still I opened the door and peered inside…….
( You have read my story you know the events that lead up to this very moment. I have an ending but what is the fun in that if I just end it. There are a lot of possibilities in this world. So I want you to finish it, tell me what is the last treasure or curse that is left for me to find. )
As a young child I had often explored the three story home my grandparents owned. Every room and hall was new world, in which to find glorious hidden treasures. As it would turn out before I would arrive my grandfather, bless his soul, would hide things just for me to find. After I would show him what I found and he would smile at me.
Even with all the adventures and journeys I had in that house, there was always one place I never lade eyes on. It was the room at the end of the dim hallway on the third floor. Since I could remember the big metal door was always locked. The hall itself was a grimly purple color, the paint was old and chipping. The door it self looked cursed, something the average person would stay clear of. It seemed the door was the same size as the wall, by then the metal had began to rust. It was just a dark area that was part of the house.
My curiosity drove me mad. Time and time again I would walk past that door and it would be locked. I knew it would always remain locked but I was hopeful that one day it would be left open. That maybe its secrets would be revealed due to someone’s carelessness.
When I brought the subject of the door up with my mother, she gave me a stern look and told me to mind my own. My own what?? My mother often told me never to ask questions about what wasn't my own business. She didn’t understand… since my father left us years ago, she had became an old bitter woman.
But how could I be expected to mind my own? My grandparent would tell me anything I wanted to know if I asked. Well my grandfather would, my grandmother was a different story all together.
My mother was of no help to me so I decided to ask someone who could possibly give me an answer. So I had asked my grandfather what was hidden on the other side of the door. He just looked at me....He shook his head no. Of course NO was an answer I did not want. I continued to press on the matter. Until my grandfather told me something he knew I would find useful.
He spoke as if he were afraid someone was listening in on us, he pulled me into his study to speak after he checked to see if we were alone. I saw the man who had fought in wars, seen hell on earth and returned home to start a life like nothing happened, was for the first time scared. He said in a hushed tone "Don't look for every unknown in the world. Sometimes things are meant to stay hidden.”
After our chat, I stayed up for days on end trying to think of what might be hidden in the room. It must be something from ancient times, or some rare gem my grandparents obtained some how. What ever it might be I needed to know, just to see it. That’s when I knew I needed a plan.
Not too long after the mysteries of the door took over my life, my grandfather died. The day was grey and lifeless. Nothing could possibly make me feel anything worse then what I felt at the moment. I was told that he passed in his sleep peacefully. It was a grim week from then on out in my world. I was young but I knew about death, I saw how it divided my family. People blamed themselves for events that happened a number of years ago.
In the events that fallowed I understood all that my grandfather had told me. In his will, my grandfather gave me a letter and a map. At first I didn’t understand why I needed a map but the letter was very clear that it would make or break me as a person. The letter read:
Dearest grandchild,
I hope you will remember me always and know I always loved you. In my past few years I have been sick, in ways you wont understand. My mind told me to do things and it lead me to my end. So as my final act I leave you this map. Follow it and it will bring you to an answer you seek. But you must promise me when you find what the map leads you to, you will not reveal its secret to the world. And you will be just fine.
Love always Grandpa
I followed the map, to see what my grandfather had left behind for me to find. As I searched I realized this is the last time my grandfather would ever hide secret treasure for me. He would no longer be there for me to show him my finds. But I still looked on.
I came to an old tree, there was nothing left on the map to follow it all stopped here at this tree. Was this a dead end? Had he forgotten to give the other half of the map?
No there was a hole in the side of the tree and held with in, was a picture. An old picture, probably from when the camera was first made or something. But never the less it was a photo of a key. An old fashioned key that looked shinny new. Somehow it seemed all too familiar.
In that instant I knew what it was. The key in the photo was the key my Grandmother wore around her neck. But by this time it was old and rusted. She wore it everywhere she went, when she slept the key would be at her bed side on a little table. I also recalled the first time I asked about the key, The women smiled and said it was the key to secret world. And I had often seen her watch the creepy door that remained locked. Never would she open it only watch it as she felt for her key.
My grandfather led me to the key that would open the door at the end of the hall. This was his final treasure hunt for me. So now my mission was to get that key!!!
The next time I saw my grandmother, she looked like death her self. She often worked in her flower garden in the front yard of her home. On this day she was sitting with the flowers, just sitting. She didn’t move for a while until I asked quite plainly.
“The key please?” I said with no hesitation.
She looked puzzled at first but soon glared at me. She knew I wouldn’t leave without it. Then my grandmother told m something that changed my world.
Simply she said “ Child if you wish to get this key then you will need to pry it from my hands. This key leads to things you will never understand. Your young but easily dealt with so I suggest you just forget about the key.” I replied with the sweetest voice I had “ I need the key, I need to see what is behind the door.”
My grandmother stood up in the middle of her garden and picked one rose. It was a white rose and she handed it to me. “Be a doll and go put this in the house.” She said with a wicked smile.
I did as she asked and we walked into the house. When I turned to her she just stood and smiled. Again I asked for the key. She took the key from around her neck and held it out in front of her. She then spoke in a strange voice that seemed almost demand like. “You will have to fight me for it child.” She then ran at me, and attacked. Her long nails scratched my face, I ran as fast as I could holding my face to stop the bleeding.
I dodged her swings and ran, but everywhere I turned she was blocking my way. She then took a knife from the table and ran at me. For an old women she had a lot of energy I must admit. I ran to the fire place and grabbed the poker just ask my grandmother leaped at me with the knife. As I turned it pierced her heart and she fell to the ground. She was dead and the key was mine.
Hurt and tired I made my way up the third floor and down the hall. I stopped an looked at the door, everything came down to this. I put the key in the keyhole and turned it, I heard the door unlock. I took a deep breath and turned the knob slowly. This was it my heart was racing , I was too nervous. But still I opened the door and peered inside…….
( You have read my story you know the events that lead up to this very moment. I have an ending but what is the fun in that if I just end it. There are a lot of possibilities in this world. So I want you to finish it, tell me what is the last treasure or curse that is left for me to find. )
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