Winter, the snow fall slowly just like a ticking clock pointer, as I look on the window of my father's RV, thinking that visiting my grandma on the mountain side for the whole summer seems taking forever, as I hold my phone I just look merely on the glass window of the vehicle— mountain ridges, huge conifers and even a lake down the valley, "nothing new" I uttered.
Apart from this, was the cold heavy atmosphere of the RV, my father used to be a silent old man, I admit that I am most close to my mother than to my father, but still he is a good man providing the things that I really needed the most all of the time, maybe he is just a silent grumping man, the radio of the cab of this very expensive recreational vehicle is set to a dead air channel. Just plain air static as we drive through a thunderstorm. And just as I'm starting to get pretty creeped out, my father peels off the highway onto a sandy dirt road and heads into the bunch of forest nearby. He says, "I hope you don't mind if I take a little detour"—again, totally monotone and with no eye contact.
He passes through these obscuring woods for around 20 minutes until we reach the clearing. What's more, in the focal point of the clearing is an old, whipped, dirty white, relinquished church. The shades are hanging off the windows and it likely hasn't been rehabilitated for over 50 years. He pulls up to the front of the congregation, strips his hands off the steering wheel, looking straight ahead, says, "Let's stop and rest here for awhile just to let the storm pass" I just nod in agreement, when I noticed the church in front of us, looking at the church from the center of this thick lush woods is really weird, why would someone try to construct it here. So out of confusion I asked my father, "What on earth for someone to put a religious establishment in the center of the woods" I chuckle, but I stop when I saw my father's face looking so serious, "It is not just a simple church but it is a structure from an era of great bloody history, I don't remember the exact details but your great great grandfather used to tell old folklore when I was a kid you see, in this clearing stands a great village, and this church is the center of their beliefs, your great great grandfather was an old resident in this place right on this point, he was just a kid and as same age like you, and it is a land of great culture" I was shocked not because my father just stated a long sentence for the first time but for this place which uphold a great mystery, "What happen to this place then?" I asked, then my father answered "Well your great great grandfather used to tell the story of this place but always stops in the middle you know old man" he laughed, " But if you are willing to know the history of this place you can have your peace since you are staying on your grandma this summer, I know you can look for those unknown mystery regarding this place". I just nod and lean on the back seat of the RV to take some rest, but I have questions on my mind, hows and what if's, and why would my great great grandfather use to call this church as a great structure of a bloody history, I just keep this thoughts away for a while since maybe my father was right, maybe it is just a folklore, a fragment of time in history.
We remained at the RV for over an hour letting the storm to pass, I am simply playing on my phone when I saw my father on the driver seat resting calmly while wheezing, I stretch at that point and began to search for certain chips yet taking a gander at those muddled things, for example, books and messy garments inside this RV appears that chips is like finding a needle in a haystack, so I simply keep playing on my phone when out of nowhere I heard a shrieking sound behind the vehicle, it is a sound of a creature shouting or a furious animal attempting to break into something, I look back on my father but he is deeply asleep unbothered by the screeching sound. I was really scared. Since we are in the middle of nowhere and being kept by this lavish timberland and whoever animal who is outside essentially separating us by this metal casing of the RV itself can simply destroy it and eat us alive, those things of insane thoughts continues streaming at the forefront of my mind when out of nowhere the sound stops, at that point followed by a surging sound.
I look at the window gradually and slowly leaning my head on the glass, everything outside is totally dim it appears that the sun was covered up under the shade of those old coniferous trees or perhaps the sun has already set as warning that darkness is fast approaching, I open the door of the RV, I look at my father who is resting regardless of the commotion earlier, I sighed then I continue to open the door of the vehicle and headed outside. As I step outside I look at the old creepy church before me, gazing at the old split windows gives me the chills, I likewise heard some squeaking sound from the inside, possibly due to those loose wood post, out of nowhere I recall what had happened earlier, I gradually stroll to investigate what's behind the van, "what was that sound" I articulated, my knees are trembling while walking, I snatch a thin tree limb close by as my weapon of whoever was behind the RV I can probably protect my self, as I look I was totally clear and stunned, my face turns pale and I can't move from my position, I want to shout but I can't open my mouth I am standing behind this beast looking creature, it is eating something, I slowly turn my back when I stumble on a stone then on an unexpected impression I saw it, it is looking at me, it was—