THE DEVIL MADE ME DO IT

macathy November 15, 2012
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Walking along the thin path, beside my Nana’s house. A place I come to when I need to find myself and to think why I am feeling the way I am.The old walls are faded, the shutters closed, some falling off, making the house look very old and in need of painting. It brings back memories of how things used to be. Remember the wonderful times, I spent at Nana and Pop’s and how they loved their little house. Those were the good days, the ones filled with lots of love and laughter, where we all gathered around the big old table, enjoying the wonderful food, prepared with all the love anyone could want. Mum helping Nana, the kids setting the table, Pop and Dad; in the den smoking and having a drink. I remember often sitting at the door hearing the male voices and laughter, the smell of cigars in the air. The memory of that last Christmas so vivid in my mind.

Dinner was just finishing when the phone rang. Pop went into the den to answer it. He was gone a long time. We finished the meal and were clearing away the dishes, when he returned. A look of desperation on his face. Dad gave Pop a drink and they both walked back towards the den, shutting the door behind them. Mum looked at Nana, who shrugged her shoulders and continued to finish cleaning the kitchen. I could see the look of concern on Nana’s face as I watched and helped her do the dishes.

Thinking back now I released that they stayed there the rest of the night, till dad came and said
“Ok kids. Time to go home. Bye Mum.” He walked out the door to the car and started it up. Hurriedly, I went to say goodbye to Pop. I hugged him and kissed him on the cheek saying
“Night, Pop. Merry Christmas,” and ran out the door.
Mum, my little sister and brother followed me. We waved bye to Nana, as Dad drove off, that was the last time I seen them. Closing my eyes, I can still see Nana waving good bye.

Dad was very silent on the drive back home. When we reached home, he said
“Hurry up children. It’s late. Upstairs and in to bed. I’ll be up shortly, to kiss you goodnight”
He kissed Mum goodnight, with that look that said ‘Yes, you too. Off to bed.’ Mum looked at Dad, with wonder in her eyes, as she climbed the stairs to their room. While Dad went into the study, closing the door behind him.

I remember waking to the sound of the phone. Sometime, early in the morning. Hearing Dads voice saying “I”ll come now.” Then the sound of Dad moving around, the front door banging closed and then silence. The morning dawned, dull and misty, like as if a veil had been placed over the world, and I was seeing it for the first time. Slowly, being revealed, bit by bit, the mist was peeled back, showing small pieces to me. I went down to breakfast, had my toast. Mum was quite, then Dad came in and to said ‘To come with him, as he had to go back to Pop’s.’

We all got into the car and Dad drove us there. Once again, I could see the worry on his face. As we drew up close to the house, I felt a feeling of dread come over me. It was so overwhelming, I cried out “Something is wrong, Dad!” Looking at the house, it looked deserted, as if all the life had been drained from it. Getting out of the car, I hung back letting Dad and Mum go first. We approached the front door it was ajar, Dad looked in and went inside we followed him, my mouth opened but nothing came out, the hall looked as if a hurricane had hit, phone was on the floor ripped from the wall.the table and lamp turned over. Mum went into the lounge it was the same, furniture everywhere and cupboards empty, books missing others fallen on the floor. Dad seemed to be in a trance he stood there saying “I knew it I knew it” hands to his face. Mum rushed into the kitchen the same there, things everywhere, I ran up the stairs calling out to pop and nan, franticly I went into one room after the other, the same all messed up and no sign of them. We searched that house the yard all the sheds, they were all the same as if someone was looking for something. By the state of each room and shed, you could tell they didn’t find it.

Dad took a long time to accept that it wasn’t his fault that Nan and Pop disappeared that Christmas, even though every brick was turned over twice there was not the siltiest clue as to where they were. Mum asked Dad lots of times what it was that he thought happened but he just said ”. They were in the wrong place at the wrong time”.

Well Skippy this is the only one I could come up with for that name of a blog hope you enjoy it….mac

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  3. Unknown Member November 15, 2012

    I sure did mac my friend, i am still needing to read it again lol, i am just so taken with your talent mac, you have a real gift that i think needs to be published, i would be one of the first to buy, of course i want a signed coy lol

  5. nmod November 15, 2012

    Good story Kathy , an excellent read! …but …for me nothing beats your real life PNG stories ! I really love them!
    You are very good , no doubt about it!
    Xxx

  10. Unknown Member November 15, 2012

    I enjoyed reading your story mac. I would scroll it one paragraph at a time, hoping it would not stop.
    I like mystery, keeps a person thinking what could be the possibilities; makes it more interactive I feel.
    Thanks for sharing mac.

  15. pollie November 15, 2012

    oh macathy i have said this lots of times to you…you are wasted hun…you so need to be a writer…you are the best by far and i could read your stuff for ever…i love what and how you write…you are one person who’s stuff i wouldn’t mind post after post after post after post even if it was poems lololol lol!!!!! love you hun…thanks for making me laugh…i so needed that!!! 😀 😀 😀

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