As Mysterious as Night

                   It was late in the evening. it was time for bed and fell asleep. The moon was bright and the sky was clear. Countless of stars shimmer like a brilliant diamond. The surrounding was quiet and cold. The trees were dancing as the wind create its own melody. No dogs were howling but there was a sound .................... a whisper. So mysterious like no one can comprehend.

                    Patrick, a nine year old child would always shut the windows and never dared to take a glimpse at this beautiful evening scenario. For he was afraid of that eerie sound. Every time, he would hear these sound, he would throw himself at his bed and cover himself with the blanket from his toe up to his head. He was really scared of that sound. But his curiosity on banging into his mind, still he could never find an answer to that sound because he's really afraid to.

                    His mother, who's named Carlotta always observing his son's behavior. She would asked what was wrong but Patrick would just shut his mouth. But she was a responsible and loving mother even though she raised her son alone for she was a single mother. Carlotta would always at her son's side singing lullabies until her son would fell into a deep sleep.

                    When Patrick was already asleep, his mom would crept to her room leaving him alone in his room. He fell into deep sleep that he was now dreaming. Suddenly, one of his windows creak open. Slowly..............Kreeeeeeeek...Kreeeeeeeek...........Slowly...............Patrick heard that sound. He immediately got awake. His heart beats faster. He's scared. He immediately covered himself with his blanket. He shivered under his blanket as if he was in convulsion. He was startled and begun to sweat as if there was a faucet on his body. The sound became more and more enigmatic. It sounded like its a voice inviting him to look at the window. To look outside and feel the cold wind struck upon his face. He'd wanted to close the window and make that sound vanished. But his nervousness always consume him. He also wanted to shout and asked for help from his mom but he couldn't and didn't do. He kept his mouth shut to show to his mother that he is a brave  child.

                    Meanwhile, the mysterious sound disappear. Patrick slowly uncover the blanket and looked his room from left to right and from ceilings to floor. Nobody was there except him. The window was still open. He slowly got off from his bed and walked to the window. He wanted to close it. As he closing the window, the wind blew stronger and colder making the window open again and touching Patrick's face with an icy hand. Little Patrick startled and shouted. He also chilled to the bones.

                    In a split second, his curiosity struck him again. He wanted to know where that sound really came from. There was no other person inside his room. Where did that sound really came from? He wanted to know!!! He tried to calm himself and with no hesitation, he looked at the window.

                    And he was surprised and amazed at the beauty he had ever seen. He was amazed the way the leaves of the trees sway like a professional dancer. The way the wind made them dance. He closed his eyes and intimately listen to the whistling wind as if calling someone to return. And when he looked up at the sky, it was filled with stars twinkling and shimmering. He felt happy as he looked at the moon that seemed to smile upon him. As if saying, "There's no reason to be afraid, my child. You just have  to dig the courage in your heart and have an open-mind to take a glimpse at the outside world."

                    Patrick's fear and anxiety vanished. He has now confident to look at the outside world. "I will never be scared to look outside from now on," he said to himself before he lay back to his bed. He again fell asleep.

                     One of his window was still open. The wind was still cold. The night was still amazing, consuming, enchanting and inviting. A strong wind blew and the window got close. There came the whisper sound again."What a brave boy. That's my boy," as a sound whisper. Where did that voice really came from??????

                                                                                        **THE END**

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