Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Shrink I: Enchantress I



Enchantress could not understand it at all. Surely there was no need for reflections to disappear once you've gone cold. That she'd never be able to see herself again was rather unfair. 

And people thought I was quite beautiful, too. She mused.
 
For the umpteenth time, she went before the mirror, and attempted to divine what semblance of a reflection she might from its aging surface, the weary victim of time. She gave up soon afterwards, and glanced askance, suspicious of a hitherto unseen mirrored self that might attempt to escape while she was unaware. Once more, chance finds Enchantress clinging on to the wedged edges of hope. She chided herself, and turned her back on temptation.

What welcomed her sight was the rest of her boudoir. It wasn't really hers, but she claimed it anyway. If she were living, she might have as well called it her home away from home.  

Home. It always felt that the word was cursed. Memory fails when it attempts to stretch itself beyond what is. Those were the words of the man residing in the last room on the first floor.

Curiously, her first memories were of that man. It's not that she couldn't remember anything from when she was living. In fact, what few shards of memory she has from that time are treasured above all. She could not recall when life ended, or if it ever ended at all.

Hello there. You are dead. The smile on his face didn't seem to match what he said.


What? That she was dead was absurd. She couldn't even recall dying.

You are dead. What is your name? What was her name?


E-enchantress. Despite the hesitation, it came naturally. Her words were out before she knew it.


Enchantress, eh? 

Well I think it suits you well. You coalesced here, after all.

What do you mean? This man's words were very confusing.


Look around you.

She did. 

What greeted her was a boudoir. 

It was hers. 

She knew it. That much was clear.

Maybe clarity came with death?

Perhaps being dead wouldn't be so bad.

6 comments:

  1. I remember an old filipino horror film when I saw the rocking chair...

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  2. Nanakot ka ba sir? Wala namang ganyanan. hehehe

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  3. Being dead is never bad, but it has to happen at its proper time.

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  4. napakalalim. hehehe...


    "Curiously, her first memories were of that man. It's not that she couldn't remember anything from when she was living. In fact, what few shards of memory she has from that time are treasured above all. She could not recall when life ended, or if it ever ended at all."

    Ang interpretation ko dito is yung enchantress na-overwhelmed sha sa pagmamahal nung MAN kaya hindi nia alam na patay na sha. hehehe

    :D

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  5. musingan: is it bahay ni lola? :))

    desperate house boy: ewan. parang gusto ko ng mga horror stories lately. :))

    ryan: too bad we can't control when we kick the bucket. :<

    mr. chan: very interesting theory! i guess you'll have to wait till part 2 comes out. :3 thanks for visiting!

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  6. yung patayin sa sindak si barbara..haha

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