I don't know if it's my son Noah It started as everyday…
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I don't know if it's my son Noah
It started as everyday routine when I'd tuck in my four year old son under the quilt and kiss his forehead goodnight. He'd smile at me; all nestled and dewy eyed. A perfect time for me when I could feel the all the exertions of the day leaving me through my fingertips.
Downstairs the TV volume went up.
"Aurora borealis to be sighted tonight..."
Noah heard it and smiled at me.
"No," I warned halfheartedly. "Don't go looking through the window."
We both looked at the small window of his room simultaneously. My warning was an invitation itself.
I left my son to sleep, and took a book to the bed. I had an uneasy feeling. Just when my family heirloom--a big wooden clock chimed and struck twelve, I felt a cold sensation piercing me. The hair on my arms stood up.
I tip toed out to my son's room and when I opened the door, a faint rainbow light danced through the floor, making concentric circles on the carpet.
I stood there mesmerized for a second when something caught my attention.
Noah's bed was empty.
The window was open and outside the Northern Lights were dancing on the sky.
I screamed and called for my son. I leaped to the window and bowed down. The front lawn was empty, overlooking the deep dark woods with no sign of any life awake at the time.
I ran out, checking every room and corner, asking for Noah to come out. My heart somersaulting to hundred beats.
It was when I was checking the rooms when I realized that the Northern Lights were dancing on every floor of the house.
I stopped and listened.
A slight flutter of the leaves sounded so close to my ears as if I stood in the middle of the woods.
I closed my eyes.
A hand touched my shoulder. I swirled and there was Noah standing nearly four feet tall, looking me with strange fury in the eyes.
I cowered back.
"Where have you been?" I asked, breathless, wondering how he tapped my shoulder.
"I was in my bed. Where you left me." I stared.
Noah met my eyes defiantly and his eyes gleamed red. I shook my head. Blaming the strange night and the lights, I put him to bed but Noah merely stared at me with no sense of familiarity. He appeared cold, and I tried not to dwell but a little bulky than before.
I stayed awake all night.
Next day, I saw him already eating his breakfast when I came down the kitchen.
"Noah, you couldn't have prepared eggs by yourself."
Noah grutted. "Why can't I?"
He couldn't have. He hardly could reach the stove. The eggs were perfect sunny side-up. I sat across him on the dining table and watched him eat as he wolfed down like a grown up with strange face like brooding on some serious universal matters.
When he got up, I blanched. He had a grown a foot, and appeared more bulky than before with same child like face.
He measured me with his cold eyes as I measured him up. Sizing each other. Thinking...
All day, my eyes followed him. He didn't play with his cars. He didn't ask for TV.
He didn't ask for anything. He merely stared, brooding at the walls, mumbling something.
He jerked his head one time and shook his shoulders.
It was painful to watch him like that.
"What's your name?" I asked him. Afraid, trying not to sound suspicious or even silly.
"Noah." He said automatically.
"What's my name?" I tried to smile.
Noah made a face at me. "Mary."
Okay. That was something.
"What's your favorite food?"
"Why are you asking me this?" Noah narrowed his eyes at me, his face skeptical. But his eyes flashed something. I wet my mouth but persevered.
"What is it?"
"Pasta." He said it like he hated it.
"Where do we go when it's holiday?"
"To grandma's." Again bored.
"Where did you go last night, Noah?" I whispered.
A strange color passed through his face. It was bluish. I stared, my heart sprinted fast.
"I was in the woods."
It's not Noah, my brain mumbled. I was sure of it. I tried to give him a mockery of smile, thinking hard about what to do. Where to go...
"Who is your dad?" I asked because even I never told him his name.
"Jacob." Noah answered in same detached way. I nodded.
*How did he know?*
"You are not Noah." I whispered.
Noah smiled. But that didn't reach his eyes.
"What are you saying, mommy? I am your son."
"You never call me mommy."
I ran out and sprinted while Noah followed me.
"Mommy, Mommy...where are you going?" He cried.
I could hear him following me as I ran towards the woods.
"Noah, Noah." I cried into the woods.
The lights had taken him.
I could hear Noah panting behind me...Mommy, he was crying, but running as I ran forward, jumping over bushes and knotted roots.
I kept going deeper when I saw the lights again dancing ahead and behind me the panting turned into rasping and deep deep growling. The light footsteps turned heavy. I could feel a massive body following me with breathless snarls.
I stepped into the light, stopped running and closed my eyes. I could feel death but I was ready to embrace it rather than spend any more minute with that shape of the boy claiming to be my child.
A small hand touched my back and I turned to see the familiar shape of my son. Only moonlight was shining upon us in the middle of the clearing.
"Mom," he whimpered, scared. I hugged him fiercely.
"Why did you leave me?" We both said at the same time.
As I carried him back to the house, I wondered.
Is it Noah or just trick of the light?
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It started as everyday routine when I'd tuck in my four year old son under the quilt and kiss his forehead goodnight. He'd smile at me; all nestled and dewy eyed. A perfect time for me when I could feel the all the exertions of the day leaving me through my fingertips.
Downstairs the TV volume went up.
"Aurora borealis to be sighted tonight..."
Noah heard it and smiled at me.
"No," I warned halfheartedly. "Don't go looking through the window."
We both looked at the small window of his room simultaneously. My warning was an invitation itself.
I left my son to sleep, and took a book to the bed. I had an uneasy feeling. Just when my family heirloom--a big wooden clock chimed and struck twelve, I felt a cold sensation piercing me. The hair on my arms stood up.
I tip toed out to my son's room and when I opened the door, a faint rainbow light danced through the floor, making concentric circles on the carpet.
I stood there mesmerized for a second when something caught my attention.
Noah's bed was empty.
The window was open and outside the Northern Lights were dancing on the sky.
I screamed and called for my son. I leaped to the window and bowed down. The front lawn was empty, overlooking the deep dark woods with no sign of any life awake at the time.
I ran out, checking every room and corner, asking for Noah to come out. My heart somersaulting to hundred beats.
It was when I was checking the rooms when I realized that the Northern Lights were dancing on every floor of the house.
I stopped and listened.
A slight flutter of the leaves sounded so close to my ears as if I stood in the middle of the woods.
I closed my eyes.
A hand touched my shoulder. I swirled and there was Noah standing nearly four feet tall, looking me with strange fury in the eyes.
I cowered back.
"Where have you been?" I asked, breathless, wondering how he tapped my shoulder.
"I was in my bed. Where you left me." I stared.
Noah met my eyes defiantly and his eyes gleamed red. I shook my head. Blaming the strange night and the lights, I put him to bed but Noah merely stared at me with no sense of familiarity. He appeared cold, and I tried not to dwell but a little bulky than before.
I stayed awake all night.
Next day, I saw him already eating his breakfast when I came down the kitchen.
"Noah, you couldn't have prepared eggs by yourself."
Noah grutted. "Why can't I?"
He couldn't have. He hardly could reach the stove. The eggs were perfect sunny side-up. I sat across him on the dining table and watched him eat as he wolfed down like a grown up with strange face like brooding on some serious universal matters.
When he got up, I blanched. He had a grown a foot, and appeared more bulky than before with same child like face.
He measured me with his cold eyes as I measured him up. Sizing each other. Thinking...
All day, my eyes followed him. He didn't play with his cars. He didn't ask for TV.
He didn't ask for anything. He merely stared, brooding at the walls, mumbling something.
He jerked his head one time and shook his shoulders.
It was painful to watch him like that.
"What's your name?" I asked him. Afraid, trying not to sound suspicious or even silly.
"Noah." He said automatically.
"What's my name?" I tried to smile.
Noah made a face at me. "Mary."
Okay. That was something.
"What's your favorite food?"
"Why are you asking me this?" Noah narrowed his eyes at me, his face skeptical. But his eyes flashed something. I wet my mouth but persevered.
"What is it?"
"Pasta." He said it like he hated it.
"Where do we go when it's holiday?"
"To grandma's." Again bored.
"Where did you go last night, Noah?" I whispered.
A strange color passed through his face. It was bluish. I stared, my heart sprinted fast.
"I was in the woods."
It's not Noah, my brain mumbled. I was sure of it. I tried to give him a mockery of smile, thinking hard about what to do. Where to go...
"Who is your dad?" I asked because even I never told him his name.
"Jacob." Noah answered in same detached way. I nodded.
*How did he know?*
"You are not Noah." I whispered.
Noah smiled. But that didn't reach his eyes.
"What are you saying, mommy? I am your son."
"You never call me mommy."
I ran out and sprinted while Noah followed me.
"Mommy, Mommy...where are you going?" He cried.
I could hear him following me as I ran towards the woods.
"Noah, Noah." I cried into the woods.
The lights had taken him.
I could hear Noah panting behind me...Mommy, he was crying, but running as I ran forward, jumping over bushes and knotted roots.
I kept going deeper when I saw the lights again dancing ahead and behind me the panting turned into rasping and deep deep growling. The light footsteps turned heavy. I could feel a massive body following me with breathless snarls.
I stepped into the light, stopped running and closed my eyes. I could feel death but I was ready to embrace it rather than spend any more minute with that shape of the boy claiming to be my child.
A small hand touched my back and I turned to see the familiar shape of my son. Only moonlight was shining upon us in the middle of the clearing.
"Mom," he whimpered, scared. I hugged him fiercely.
"Why did you leave me?" We both said at the same time.
As I carried him back to the house, I wondered.
Is it Noah or just trick of the light?
#entertainment
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