Tuesday, October 7, 2008

#03: Where Was the Host?

It was such a surprise to Ben that Nana was living quite close to where he was staying. Nana had texted her address along with the date and time of the meeting. It was set on that Saturday around lunch hour. Ben continued his regular activities until then. The odd sensation he felt during his conversation with Nana was put aside, and he hoped to find an explanation about Nana's weird pauses when they meet.

The day finally came. The sun shone brightly among the cloudless sky, and heat was still bearable to the human body. Ben was out of his house and was driving away towards a residential area just ten minutes away from his home. He had just moved into the area recently but he already got the hang of the roads and places there. He even had become really close with his neighbours. Ben never thought that Central City houses lively and peaceful people before. From the rumours he heard up north, the people in Central City were really bad in terms of attitudes and actions. That's why the crime rate were said to be pretty high.

"Well, at least the place where I'm staying have good people," said Ben to himself as he looked for house number 612. When he had found the house, he parked his car and made his way towards the gate. The atmosphere was rather quite for someone who was expecting guests. Was Nana out? A car was there at the porch, and the lights were on. But why was it...eerie? Ben pushed aside any negative thoughts, and went towards the door to knock.

He knocked. No response.

He knocked again. Nothing.

"Hello! Nana?" he exclaimed when no one came to the door the third time he knocked. An odd, chilly sensation came. Worried that something was wrong, Ben tried to open the door. To his amazement, the door was not locked. Something was definitely wrong. As Ben was about to enter the house, a tap on the shoulder made him spun around in surprise. A neatly dressed woman stood in front of him. "Hi Ben! Are you breaking in or something?" giggled the woman. Ben immediately recognised the voice. "Zatil?"

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