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HAWAIIAN ISLAND GARDEN PLAYHOUSE
By Sara Walker
September 10, 2015
A vacation in the lap of a lush, green and deep forest has always intrigued me, but now I have to think twice if I will ever again check into another such bungalow.
Do fairy tales
exist? Or was it just a nightmare?
I took a leave from
my clinic for a few days to refresh myself.
My wife, Erlinda, said to me,
"Keith, please check this place on the Internet. I find it
really fascinating!" It was located on the Big Island of Hawaii, a few
miles down a slope of the active volcanic Kilauea Crater. Fascinated, I
immediately placed a booking at the place for the three of us-
my wife Erlinda and my mother-in-law Andrea, and myself.
But, never did I think that I would find myself questioning the existence
of the real world.
When we reached the place, we were welcomed by a beautiful garden
playhouse located in the middle of the deep green rainforest of the Hawaiian
island. As soon as we stepped out, it began raining cats-and-dogs.
We raced inside to our room. As usual, my septuagenarian mother-in-law,
forever apprehensive, told me that she felt that there was something wrong with
this place. My wife
and myself laughed it away. To think there was really something mysterious about
the place. That was ridiculous.
Our caretaker, James, gave us a tour of the place.
decorated the house from all sides. Beautiful seasonal flowers provided splendid
ground cover. All over the place chickens roamed around, searching for morsels
of insects. The guest house had an impressive colour combination of yellow, red,
blue and green. But what attracted us the most was the array of miniature
dwarves placed sequentially on the railings.
They appeared so life-like!
Erlinda asked, "James why are these doll figures here?"
James said, "These were the brainchild of the architect". He
then warned us that some might occasionally fall from the balcony railing, since
the ground could tremble because the place was in the active volcanic region.
Andrea said, "I can sense bad omen here! We should leave.”
Erlinda chided her mildly, "Stop being so superstitious Mummy!
Nothing's wrong here. Come on, let's go inside.”
We freshened up and went to the dining room in the separate main house
for refreshments. But, we were amazed when our cook Rodney said,
"Didn't you get any other place to choose, Sir?"
Erlinda remarked, "Why? What's wrong?"
Rodney said, “I can't say. But no guest had stayed in this place more
than one night."
Andrea panicked and said, "Keith, please, let's go!
I said with a dint of satire, "Not before we complete our meal! I am
dead hungry". I also told the cook, "Stop scaring your guests!"
Rodney replied, "I will not stay at night. You need to either cook
your own food or purchase it from outside.
There's a village deli a couple miles away."
That night, after enjoying an evening stroll in the forest and
visiting another nearby village we returned to the guest house.
It was only 6 pm, but it was already dark.
The surroundings already created a spooky feeling, enhanced by a sudden
torrential rainfall accompanied by lashing, gushing winds.
Without warning we felt a tremble beneath our feet. Panicking in the
moment, we then remembered that we are standing on active volcanic terrain.
Having nothing planned for the evening, Erlinda proposed that we should
make some coffee. The tiny kitchen was located besides the balcony where the
dwarves were displayed on the railings. As I was chatting with my mother-in-law
Andrea in the sleeping quarters, Erlinda called out my name.
Sensing panic in her voice, I rushed into the kitchen only to see Erlinda
standing there with an alarmed expression.
I asked her, "What's
the matter, Dear?"
She replied, "Can you hear something?"
I listened carefully and did hear a strange faint sound.
It was as if someone was walking around surreptitiously. I checked the
kitchen and the balcony but could find nothing, But it was already dark outside,
so nothing was readily visible.
Suddenly, I heard Andrea shrieked from the hall. We both rushed towards
the hall and found Andrea staring at the door to the balcony.
I asked her, "What happened?" She could barely speak, but
finally managed to say,
"Someone or something is at the balcony! I saw a shadow.”
We both went outside but could see no one, hearing only the sound of
barking dogs who's duty was to kept roaming wild pigs at bay. We remained seated
there for a moment, but nothing happened. Andrea then got back on her nerves,
but she now seemed to be more fearful than before.
It was now fifteen minutes past 11 and we had already completed our
dinner and were ready for bed. But suddenly, in the dead of the sleep - I didn't
know what time it
now was in the night- I could hear some voice from the balcony.
It was neither the voice of an adult or child.
I called to Erlinda and asked, "Do you hear anything?" I was
sure that I had heard something. Erlinda confirmed my fear. So we both went to
the balcony to investigate.
What we saw there took our breaths away! The dwarves that we considered
merely fixtures on the railing had sprung to life!
Erlinda, in terror, clutched my sleeve tightly as all the dwarves turned
to confront us. Their beady eyes began to glow red as they jumped off the
railing and began to slowly head towards the guest house's open entry door. They
marched in cadence through the hall and entered our bedroom. More surprises were
waiting in there for us!
On our bed, was a beautiful young girl of about 15 to 16 years of age,
lying seemingly lifeless. The dwarves began singing a melancholic song, as if to
mourn the passing of the girl.
But suddenly the girl opened her eyes and threw a sharp stare at us.
With a voice that seemed to come from a distance, she commanded,
"Leave! This is my place. This is my garden! These dwarves are my
friends! No human shall ever again step foot in this room or they leave dead!
For you people were the ones that brought death upon me!”
She almost came flying towards us as she continued to threaten us to
leave immediately. We intuitively knew that if we didn't leave now, we would
soon be dead! The diminutive
dwarves were also moving towards us, pointing with animosity for us to leave.
We all spent the rest of the night in our car as the main house was
locked as James had left for the night.
The next day we left miffed and without answering James about what had
happened during the night. We were amazed to discover that he seemed nonchalant
of our sudden departure.
I now still believe that what we experienced was real.
But then sometimes the mind wanders and I start thinking,
was it all just a dream or some sort of hallucination?