As a lover of horror stories, movies and things that go bump in the night I had the most exhilarating moment of my life when I became somewhat of a legend myself. When I write I have to try out different shoes to bring out the best in my characters and then have to daydream and imagine plots, sequences and denouements, looking like a dazed and confused person whenever I do that.
It was one of the most unlikeliest days when a bunch of friends and I wanted to check out an abandoned gold course that went bust due to greed, over ambitiousness and mismanagement. So, like soldiers of fortune we tracked up the unused tarmacadam all the way up to the club house which is perched on the highest point to overlook the golf course among the most beautiful fauna and flora. Up at the vacant building we scouted around for evidences of the used-to-be's and could-have-been's in the vicinty of the unclaimed property. Everyone of us walked into the edifice from the front doors which were unlocked. I had a quick tour on the wastage and nothingness and decided to go out for some fresh air instead of being cooped inside the moth-eaten and deteriorating ambience that looked like something out of a horror movie.
While I ambled about I heard approaching vehicles at the turn of the road and I strolled quickly back into the failed commercial enterprise so I won't have to answer questions in case they had any, whoever they were. As I moseyed to the front doors I only turned back to look around when I was inside the building. Before any of my friends noticed the visitors they left almost immediately the moment they arrived.
On the way down I told a friend of mine it would be nice if I could have frightened those people and gave them something to talk about if I had just stood in front of the forsaken building with my hair down and over my face. We didn't think much of it until the news went back to my friends.
According to him, the two cars of foreign travelers saw a woman in red holding a red umbrella walking into the building and that freaked them out. No one knew it was me so I told my friends about it, but to my surprise some of them didn't want to believe it could have been me. But when they recalled the red umbrella I carried and the orangy t-shirt I wore then everyone had a great laugh about it.
As for the holiday makers I was going to be a story they'll never forget and want to pass from one generatin to another. Funny when I think about it how people see what they want to see and hear what they want to hear. I didn't do any stunts to fly or jump up the roof but by walking, presumably alone, into an abandoned building I have become somewhat of a legend and I am proud to be one.
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