A Letter

Now, this black color in the whole mansion starts to scare me, I don't know why. Instead, I love black color, but for the first time in my life I became afraid of black. But I collect myself and take a deep breath and then exhale a large sigh of sorrow. And now, I started wiggling, turned the fingers of my left hand and stood in front of the door and then I held the door knob and turned this onto the left side slightly to open the door, and then a voice of the door opening appeared in all this silence. I slowly opened the door and moved it onto the inside of the room and I stood like a statue when I saw in the room that there was not even a petal of any rose in that room and all the things in it became colorful. The color of the walls has become pink and the bed sheets, beds, sofas, chairs and cushions have all become multi-colours. I was still standing outside of the room just two steps away and my eyes searched for that lady whose name was Petal, but I could not find anything there and not even those petals which combine and make a lady Petal. This room has become so luxurious and beautiful that I never imagined this or thought that this could be real.

But wait, may be all this changes make by the Petal. After all, she had powers and maybe she could do this and that's why she did it. Now, I have to move inside. Maybe she is inside the room.

I move my foot and take a step slowly, slowly and then the other step. But my eyes become weird and the sound of scares and sighs of fear all start in my body. The sweat came on my skin throughout changed when I saw that this room again change into that black and scareing room.

I look back and see that there is a tile on the floor which shines red in this whole black mansion. I again move and sit near it and touch it with my fingers so that perhaps I will let know what it is and why this tile shines red. But it has no effect on touching it.

I looked here and there also that may be there is some hidden door which I can't saw and may open by it. But it stood and with sorrow I stood up by pressing on the tile and when I pressed it, the whole room again became a colorful and luxurious room. Now, I understand why this happened because I stood on this tile. And then I took a sigh of relaxation and again come in this black room, but there was nothing that I searched for. And I started to roll my eyes and move in a circular position by standing in the same place.

And suddenly, I saw an off-white colored paper on the table. I moved forward near to the table and took this page in my hand and it was written with black ink and then I again looked at the table by moving the paper aside, which actually became hurdle for me to look on table but in the table there is no black ink or pen. And I started to read by frying my eyebrows that there was nothing to write. But this time it did not scare me, because now I spent a long time here and there, and I do not become scared of it. And on that page something written like that:

"I will always be grateful to you. You helped me and I will never forget that. But maybe you thought it was weird so she closed the room and left. I wanted to get you out of here and help, but you didn't give me a chance and now I have to go back to where I came from in my own ancestral home, my country, my fairyland. But let me tell you - there is a way out of this room, but now you have to find it yourself. There is a hidden door. That's what you have to look for."

Black ink is used to write here. The writing style is Eamouth and it gives an appearance. The hand writing is the same as mine. But this time I need to focus on what to write, not how to write. To remind all of this, I again read the paper and thought about a door, a hidden door. First,I have to take this letter and then I have to close all the doors and windows of this room so that nobody else is able to come into the room and then I have to find the hidden door. Then, I followed my thoughts and went to close the door.

As I wear a frock and it has no pockets and not anything else where I have put this letter, so, that's why I held it in my hand and then went to close the door. The room is so large that I have to take 10 steps to come near to the door and then 25 steps to come to the windows. After closing the door, I went towards the windows to close them. A beautiful, pleasant and soft, touching wind blows outside. I stand near the large glassy window and close both sides of the window, then I went near to another window and close them and one by one after closing all the windows.

One window remains open and then I move towards it and take a deep breath, standing near it and very heavy air blows which take that Petal's letter with it. I move my hands outside the window to get the letter but it is no use. The letter flew away quickly and I hurriedly came into motion, but all my efforts became useless. I looked down from the window to see where the letter fell. But I became afraid that I am on the 15th floor. Now, I don't understand what to do if that letter will be caught by someone else. Then what will happened? Many questions are revolving in my mind, but I don't know what to do. I started to move in the room in worry and talk with myself. And in all this tension, I forget to close the window and then suddenly I hear a voice. I went near to the window and saw that there was someone standing holding that letter. I suddenly shut the windows and moved back.