All the strange things.

Chapter 1.

Honestly, I love the rainy weather. You got the whole howling wind thing going on with the thunder and lightning. But I like my rainy days when strange men don't fall from the skies, don't you?

It was on one faithful Saturday night that I had forgotten to close the Big Window ( of course, if I had closed the Big Window then the night wouldn't have been so faithful now would it?).

The Big Window was the biggest window in the house ( who would have guessed?). It was on the top most floor of the house, in the library. It was kept open throughout the day for the cool breeze that blew in and it was closed at night. This routine was going on since years .

No one in the house had ever forgotten to close the Big Window. They had a good reason for that too.

See, when you keep the window open during the night, there are liable threats that may incur. For example, last spring, a family of owls had welcomed themselves into the library and wrecked the poor room.

In autumn, the wind deposited a neighborhood's worth of leaves.

Of course, and there was our neighbor's son, Larry Earlson. He had quite a habit. He would climb out of his window at night, climb over the oak tree that joined his window to our house and let himself into the library. It was a severe case of sleep-climbing as he liked to call it.

The child did this not once, not twice but nine whole times.

The boy's father suggested that it was time the old tree was finally cut down. However, my sister, Betty and I pleaded to let the tree stay until they finally gave in. How could one possibly think of cutting down a symbol of nature's beauty? Oh, and Larry could have also broken his neck because of his habit or something along those lines. 

How I wish it was Larry Earlson whom I had found on the floor that night.

The rules of the family were clear; the last person to use the library would be the one who shut the Big Window.

That Saturday, I was the one who had to close the window. When I remembered, I immediately ran up the stairs and into the library.

In the weak light of the moon, I walked from the open the door of the library and to the window. As I placed a few steps into the room, I stepped on a strange lumpy carpet.

Around that time I realized," Hold on a minute, we don't have a strange lumpy carpet anywhere in the house. When I looked down, I saw a Ann with a strange moustache wearing a strange hat and strange clothes with a strange faraway look on his face. "Watch your feet, matey", Jessie giving me his biggest and toothiest smile before dramatically falling asleep.

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I'll be posting chapters of the story and not the whole thing at once.

Stay tuned and watch out for the water sprites.