Talent Brown6 mins 170 6 mins 170
It was raining heavily, Robin was alone at home. The sound of thunder frightened him.
As doctors, his parents had to work late into the night. It was nearly midnight. A
horrible thought came to his mind. What if his parents never returned? What if they
were kidnapped? His father, Mr. Wilson, had been discussing the previous day how the
number of patients had increased due to the summer heat. Robin hadn’t paid him
much attention. He never did. He used to play his video game all the time.
He was playing with his video game even at this time of the night. The sound of
thunder made the hair on his arms stand on its end. But he tried to concentrate on the
game. The electricity had gone but the inverter was still providing backup. In a few
minutes, the whole house would be plunged into darkness. Better said than done. The
whole house was plunged into darkness at once.
‘Stupid electricity’, he mumbled.
He knew how to refill the inverter, he just didn’t want to do it right now. He was
getting the flashlight out of the drawer when he heard a deafening crash from
downstairs. Shivers ran through his spine as the sound echoed throughout the house.
He felt dizzy and as though the walls were closing in on him. Now he really had to go.
He was a bit hesitant at first but at last, made up his mind to go. Taking the flashlight
in one hand and his teddy bear in the other as his only weapon he went down the
stairs. He had barely descended the steps when he heard the sound of a door creaking
open. He searched frantically for the door and at last saw it where he feared the most.
It was the door to their basement. He slowly made his way across the hall towards the
basement , gulping every now and then. His mom’s favourite vase lay on the floor
shattered into a million pieces. It made his blood turn cold when he saw that the door
was still opening, at the pace of a snail, to reveal the dark secrets which it behold.
‘Never enter the basement’, the sound of his father’s booming voice came to his mind.
It was the moment of truth. If he entered the basement, he would know why his father
restrained him from going downstairs. If he didn’t, he would remain safe for the rest
of the night.
He decided that it would be better if he checked the basement. What if there were
thieves lurking in the shadows. But it would be too foolish to go without his phone. He
crept back to his room upstairs. He also brought a hammer just as a safety measure.
He took a deep breath. ‘Here goes nothing’, he said as he entered the basement. He
descended the wooden steps to the basement. The basement had an eerie and spooky
atmosphere. The walls were damp and cold. The basement was small, musty and
under construction . A single bulb lit the entire hall which was flickering.
The basement was windowless which is why there wasn’t proper air circulation and it
suffocated Robin . Out of the corner of his eye, Robin saw someone creep up behind
him. Robin was too scared to turn around. He had made a mistake by coming here.
‘One, two, three’, Robin turned around at the speed of light but saw no one. He turned
back again and saw someone in front of him. It was a boy who wore a deep red
sweater and blue trousers. But who wore sweaters in summer. He had black eyes
which were so intense and Robin thought as though the boy was staring right through
his soul. He had a blank face which expressed no emotion at all. He continued to stare
at Robin who found it uncomfortable.
‘What’s your name? I am Robin. I live here’, said Robin who was making an effort to
start a conversation.
‘Talent. Talent Brown’, the boy replied.
‘What are you doing in my basement? Were you the one who broke the vase?’
‘I live here. I broke the vase. ’
‘But how can someone live in a basement?’
‘I have been living here for many years. ’
Robin thought the boy was strange and decided to call the police. So he excused
himself and went to the other side of the basement to make a call. But when he
reached the other side, he saw the boy was standing there as though nothing had
happened. Robin swore that he saw that the boy was standing behind him moments
ago. Robin sent an emergency IOS from his phone and hid it in his pocket.
‘What is that ?’, asked the boy pointing at Robin’s phone.
‘It’s my phone. My parents gifted it to me last year. I am a teenager which is why I get
it. Not all my friends own a mobile phone. ’
‘What’s a mobile phone ?’
‘Are you serious ?’
Talent nodded. Robin said that it is something that can help us chat, talk with friends,
set alarms and reminders and connect to social media.
Talent nodded and said that he knew what it was.
‘Should we go upstairs to my room ?’
‘No, I like it here. ’
Robin was annoyed. He was the only one talking and the boy wasn’t even keen to talk.
‘Ok we can go upstairs if you insist. ’
‘Let’s go then !’
The two of them left the basement and entered the hall.
‘Sorry for the vase. ’
‘No problem. ’
Robin refilled the inverter. It took some time. He then turned on the television. The
boys sat on the couch as they watched Robin’s favourite horror film.
‘Have you watched the lights out yet ?’, Robin asked Talent.
‘No. Haven’t heard of it. Have you watched The Grim? It’s a good one’
‘No. Haven’t heard of it but I should check the internet. ’
Robin searched the internet and was shocked at what he saw. The Grim was one of
the best horror films of the 1950’s.
‘What was the last movie you checked out ?’ he asked Talent.
‘I watched Night and the city & All about eve. ’
Robin searched the internet and saw that they were famous movies from the 1950’s.
‘Have you checked out The Heist ?’ he asked Talent.
Robin was really frightened and thought that there was something wrong with Talent.
Why was Talent only talking about movies which had been released seventy years ago
The doorbell rang. Robin excused himself and went to answer it. It was his parents.
‘Why are you still up ?’ his parents questioned him.
‘Why did you ring the doorbell ?’
‘We heard the television. ’
‘It’s my new friend. He loves horror films. ’
‘Talent, he said his name was. He’s right there on the couch. ’
They all went to the hall where Robin knew Talent would be. But Talent wasn’t there.
The television was switched on and the popcorn was right there on the couch but
Talent was missing.
‘Where is he ?’
‘He was right here. I saw him moments ago. ’
‘What did you say his name was, again ?’
‘Talent Brown. ’
‘Well, your grandfather told me a story twenty years ago. He said that he had a friend
named Talent Brown when he was a child who had escaped from his parents because
they tortured him. Your grandfather, as a child, had been kind enough to let him live in
the basement of this house. Talent had died during your grandpa’s summer vacations.
Your grandfather had locked him in the basement mistakenly and had gone on a long
summer holiday with his parents. ’
Robin’s blood ran cold and shivers ran down his spine. He had been with a ghost all
this time thinking he was a new friend.