Look What I Found...

This is something I wrote awhile ago and I thought it might please my readers to post this story that I started roughly a year ago. Trust, I have a lot more to this story in my mind, I have deep characters with, what i find, interesting relationships and backstories, but I don't know exactly how to communicate it, so I'll work on it when i get to it, which is probably the wrong approach. None the less, here is the start of what i'm hoping to be a great story of inspiration and realization for both the reader and the protagonist.

The Writer,
Rabbit O'hare



As Ben walked into what would turn out to be the looniest place he ever been, he couldn’t realize that everything he would see would later help define who he would later become. It wouldn’t necessarily forge his destiny, but it would be a mirror of what he needed to see to become who he needed to be.

Ben walked towards the house whose location isn’t entirely known, but is said to be surrounded by trees of surpassing beauty. Lush green hills were also bountiful. However, the one hill in the region that didn’t look like the others was the exact hill that the house stood on. It’s wasn’t that it was different, it was just dead, covered with equal patches of dead grass and dirt. As strange as that sounds, there was one patch of grass that was greener than any one blade of grass in the entire country. The patch upon closer inspection looked like an “H” or an “M”. it looked more like an “H”, except that the middle section was more crooked like an “M”. Ben dismissed this little patch for the time being, but he knew that he would later come back to that spot, whether it would be by force, contemplation, or curiosity.

Ben knocked on the door to the house, and prepared for either the best or worst experience of his life. He received a letter from an unnamed source asking to take care of this estate since the owners had recently died from a horrible fever. Considering that Ben now had no job after being laid off from his job due to outsourcing and having no family left, nor any friends, he figured he had nothing left to do. After all, He was being paid to essentially live in the middle of nowhere, which is practically what he was doing to begin with. He thought about who would be in the house and what type of human would open the door. The letter merely said that there were residents currently inhabiting the house and that resources would be sent every Tuesday to the location. After contemplating all the events leading to this place, he realized that he had been sitting in front of the door for roughly 2 minutes, and he hadn’t heard a sound come from inside. Not being much of a patient man, Ben assumed that no one was home, and opened the door. Right after opening the door, he was greeted by a lady sitting in a recliner who was watching television. She leaned forward in her chair and shouted in excitement, “Wesley? Is that you?!” The voice seemed so excited that all the words sort of slurred into one large word. Ben could see that she really wished to stand up and greet him, but she look as if the program was almost more important than the fact they had company.

“I’m sorry, but my name is Ben Carrington. I’m here to help take care of this home.” Ben replied.

“She can’t hear you,” said a timid voice from a wing bat chair facing the television, “She can’t hear anyone.” Those were the last words the wing bat chair would speak for a long time. Suddenly, a wheel chair rolled in from the dining area that was straight ahead of the doorway. Sitting in the wheel chair was a man in his boxer wearing a bandana with skulls and cross bones strewn about. The man appeared to be missing a leg, until Ben realized the man was sitting on his left leg as though he wanted to look like he was really missing his leg.