The Realization

It was a new place, a small town tucked away from the bustling city life. I had recently shifted there, seeking solace from the chaos of the urban world. The quaint house I now called home was surrounded by a lush green lawn, which seemed to stretch on forever. Little did I know that my life was about to take an unexpected turn.

Shortly after settling in, I found a friend—a peculiar friend who would visit me every morning without fail. He appeared out of nowhere, as if materializing from the morning mist. We spent the entire day together, exploring the town, indulging in countless adventures, and sharing laughter.

One fateful night, curiosity got the better of me. I decided to break the pattern and called my friend when the moon was high in the sky. However, to my surprise, he did not answer the call. The phone rang incessantly, but there was no response from the other end. I couldn’t fathom why my friend, who had always been there for me during the day, had suddenly disappeared in the night.

As morning dawned, I couldn’t wait to confront my friend about his absence during the night. I asked him straight away why he hadn’t answered my call. He replied nonchalantly, “I don’t accept calls during night hours.” His response perplexed me, but I didn’t press for an explanation. I let it go, believing there must be a reason behind his strange behaviour.

That night, I decided to share my newfound friendship with my mother. I poured out my heart, recounting the adventures we had and the joy my friend brought into my life. However, my mother’s expression turned from curiosity to concern. She spoke softly, “My son, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about this. What do you do all alone in the lawn during the night? And who is this friend you speak of? I haven’t seen anyone visiting you.”

My mother’s words hit me like a sudden gust of wind. Was she right? Had I been imagining this friend all along? Doubt crept into my mind, and I rushed to the window. As I peered outside, the bright morning sun blinded me, and reality came crashing down. There was no sign of my friend, no trace of his presence. It was as if he had never existed.

Unable to let go of the unanswered questions, I decided to call my friend once again. I dialed his number, hoping for some sort of explanation. But once again, there was no response. My heart sank as I grappled with the realization that the friend I had cherished might have been a figment of my imagination all along.

Haunted by the uncertainty, I questioned my own perception of reality. Was I merely dreaming? Or had I unknowingly stumbled upon something otherworldly? The line between the tangible and the intangible blurred, leaving me with a sense of unease that lingered in my every thought.

To this day, I am left with unanswered questions. Was my friend a ghost, a spirit, or something entirely different? The truth remains elusive, hidden in the realm of the unknown.