"THE NIGHT"

It has been six hours since we had dinner and everybody was asleep except young jack and I were awake. All I could do was watch through the window directly to Kitty's house. There was a light coming through the darkness from the direction of Kitty's house. It could be grandma, but what must she be looking for. Is the cat lost again or is she coming to our house? I don't know either but something tells me the light was Grandma Magdalene. Maybe it could be night hunters or fishermen. I watched the light through as it approaches our end then later moved into the woods. "Fisher men here only work during the day and there is nothing absolutely to hunt here" i said to myself.

Young jack barked at the light but couldn't tell what or who the light was. As young jack made the loud sound the light stopped for a moment. It might not like distraction it could be who so ever was with that light don't like the sound of the dog. After departing into the woods, over twenty minutes I saw the same light moving towards the same direction it came from. It was midnight and the light reaches Kitty's house. I knew it was grandma, but what must she be doing in the dark at a time like this. As she entered the house you can see the shadow of a very young well-carved beauty. That must be Kitty, what is grandma up to and what must she be doing outside of the night. I keep wondering to myself but have got no answers.

From a distance a tighten sound of a voiceless soul pitched through the air. It was coming out very low but I could hear it and I could feel it. It was so painful and so dreadful, "I couldn't get through this" i said to myself. "Couldn't it be that grandma is torturing my Kitty?" i asked as the sound faded to the midnight cloud, but I still see the shadows through the window. The shadows weren't clear, it was two objects and there was movement all around. I couldn't tell what was happening, but I feel something bad was going on.

Once I read stories of the Peninsula about the old women of the Peninsula Mountains. The old women of the peninsular mountains were set of earlier settlers of the peninsula who were so dismayed about the fast-growing infrastructure of the Peninsula. They were so powerful and wicked to modernization. To them, modernization is a destruction of nature and torture to humanity. The natives of the land got tired of their existence and their hindrance to society. Gradually the natives of the peninsula became so depressed and depressed and depressed and frustrated that they couldn't hold anymore. They complained that they needed development; they needed everything that is in the center of the west. It wasn't easy bringing development, the natives strive for development while the old women of the peninsula defended their territory, and then things gotten worse, people died trying to bring development. It was believed that the first president who tried cutting down a tree from the mountain died a week after he left the mountains.

To the old women, the natives of the land were ingrate; they have supported the peninsula and beyond for decades, they gave fruits, water, food, the remains of vegetables, were transported to other parts of the country, the land was blessed with a lot of things that only the peninsula could provide. The old women turned against the natives but the natives became so strong that they defeated the old women of the Peninsula after series of self-destruction to the village.

Bushes were burnt down mountains got cleared and the old women were destroyed all of them but according to the story, it was believed that the daughter to the queen of the old women did escape as she was in the woods playing when the mountains got destroyed. Some believed that she was also killed and that she could not survive alone.

For centuries the story about the old women got lost in the air and the minds of the people became concentrated on modernization. The development came to the peninsula and today the peninsula remains the most decorated part of the country. Rich people in the country migrated from every part of the world to live here and even the most popular people lived in the peninsula.

The light is out and the shadow got lost and the sound stopped then the sea splash to the shore, the birds sing and the wind blows swiftly, lightening took over the sky the place became darker. I needed some sleep to be alive in the morning for the birthday party. It could be an opportunity to get to talk with Kitty. "Grandma might not bring her over," I said to myself. As I laid my head on the pillow the sweet sound of nature, the sweet smell of nature sweeps me off to sleep and so suddenly everything became lost in the air as I breathe softly while Young Jack lays ahead on my chest.