The house on the hillA Story by Esteban MorfínOnly the lonely know loneliness
There's a house on the hill. There it is, right on the edge. It has been there for longer than anyone can recall. Some even say it was always there. Probably even before there even was a hill. It's an old house, that's for sure. Yet, it somehow has lightbulbs and running water.
Nobody knows the old man that lives there. Nobody remembers his name or how he got there in the first place. Nobody seems to care enough. Only the kids pay him any attention, making up stories about his story. "He's a child-taker!" says one. "No, he's a wizard. And a powerful one." says another. "I bet he's a ghost!" says the loudest and biggest of them all. And being the loudest and biggest, he's ought to be right. "A ghost it is, then," everyone agreed. Some brave kids dared venture near the house, but not so near. Nobody wanted to be taken by ghost, or a wizard, or a child-taker. Some claim to have seen him. Some swear he flew over them. Some are sure to have heard chants and incantations coming out of the house. Only one little child, alone all the time, knows who he is. He knows who the man is, for he is him, and him is he. Only those that are truly alone understand loneliness, and in that understanding, they become one in their solitude, sharing a secret that is never to be spoken, never to be heard.
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1 Review Added on November 9, 2023 Last Updated on November 9, 2023 Tags: peril, short story, new, story, loneliness AuthorEsteban MorfínMéxico, Estado de México, MexicoAboutHello there! My name is Esteban. I am a Mexican young man with a passion for writing. In the long term, I want to dedicate full-time to writing. I've been writing short stories and novels pretty.. more..Writing
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