I don't have much memory of my childhood, but shades of scenes where my mom was crying lying down on a floor and a few other scenes where police were searching for things revolved in my mind. Any ways, that day, I decided to break the silence, and held my left hand over the collar of my brother's shirt and seriously questioned him "Why are we not supposed to speak of that house. What does that parents of us who left us since children have anything to do with how we live this shitty life? And why do you act as someone who is good by nature, for that robber head of yours?
That was when I stood up, and tried to be all serious. As I moved towards my brother round the sofa, the little finger of my left foot, hit the edge of the wooden leg of sofa so hard, that the pain was unbearable. This always happen at most important times, without a reason, as if it was never meant to happen. I shouted out "ouch!" and my brother started to laugh at me for my helplessness.
He, came towards me, asked to get seated, and said "Why so serious? If you would even ask me with a normal tone, I would answer your question. There is nothing much, it's just that our family used to be friends with G.K family, a close ones at that, and we always visited them during our childhood. You were still a small kid at that time and you don't remember and that's it. I am not acting good, but rather it is to avoid spoiling my good memories with that house. I don't want to loot our very own people!"
I was shocked that we were so rich to have the "G.K family as friends!" That was great, but where did all our wealth go? As I was about to ask the same, my brother instantly mentioned that if I am too interested to loot that house, then let's do so. We are in need of money anyways and we don't have any relation with them as of now!
I started to explain the plan. And my brother was seriously listening and that shithead suddenly asked a meaningless question out of blue. "By the way, when did you get a girlfriend? You never mentioned to me about it? Does your ugly face also have the scope to get a girl in line?" I felt offended.
Why not! I am not to ugly. I am just poor. The girl that liked me comes from a rich neighbourhood and she mentioned that her father is in real estate. She do know that I am a thief and yet, as love has no bounds, she still loves me. And that is why I wanted to gift her something precious this time around!
Hearing this, my brother started to tease me, and I started to blush. Anyways, coming back to the topic, we started to leave for the robbery ceremony. Bag? Check, Rope? Check, Mask? Check and finally we started our sail.
As we go down the road, I was so excited that my brother finally accepted to do the deed, and I was jumping sky high where unexpectedly a fluffy stick with a strong meat like texture got beneath my leg, and as I tilted my head down, I could see a sleeping dog, opening its mouth out of pain for getting stomped on its tail!
As soon as I realized that I stepped on a dog's tail, and moved my head forward to run, my brother was already miles away from me running away, leaving me behind, and this dog, with an unusual bark started to chase me!
I ran and ran and suddenly the dog stopped a few steps away from me. I thought it felt intimidated with my aura! As I turned around, I could see a dark building with a bulb glowing at the room on the second floor towards my left side, and my brother looking at that specific bulb.
There were no other lights on! Only that single bulb blinking unusually, and the haunting house is right in front of us. The three storeyed house was a visual spectacle, with a watchaman's room in front of it. Even that small watchman room, was so elegant that I felt jealous of not taking up a job for the first time in my life.
As I was thinking all this stuff, my brother was awestruck looking at that bulb, and I could only derive one thing from his expression. His, lower lip was folded a little to the center, and nose was bulging out, with his eyes spread out and his eyebrows flying out of his face. He looked afraid as shit!
I proudly said, "If you wet your pant just with the exterior then this job is not for kids like you. Leav it to this brave brother of yours and I will take care of things" and laughed at his face for which he pulled my collar from the back and started walking towards our house. With utmost force through my right hand pressured upon his left hand handling my collar, I got out of his grasp, and asked him what is wrong?
He pointed his finger towards, the blinking light bulb, and said, that it is not an unusual blink, but rather a morse code! A code to warn us. It says, "Go back or die."