The Painter (Halloween)

In a small town in Rome. There was a cursed bungalow. Well, the people believed it was. Many heard weird noises coming from the bungalow. The bungalow was abandoned by a rich family who left the bungalow years ago. "Child, that bungalow has ghosts. Don't to near it or else you will not get toys." People used to say to their children. 

Once a while, a teenager decided to find its secret. He noticed cobwebs, darkness and plain unplastered walls. The noises were loud, so he ran horrified. The gate of the bungalow was left open. Ghosts came out of the bungalow and started roaming around the town. Halloween was in the corner. People sensed unexpected and unfortunate things. Because of the only boy's misbehavior, the whole neighborhood was scared. The town head was called upon. People started complaining," I was sleeping with my wife but then all of a sudden, we heard water dripping from the tap. I closed it but it automatically turned on. It continued for a while." Other one said,'' Every night we hear spooky noises coming from the kitchen. I think those are the ghosts having feast and doing singing and dancing." 

This was not this much, one of them had also encountered with a ghost," I was sleeping one night few days ago and I heard a snoring sound. I didn't snore at all nor there was anyone in the room. I guess the ghost was sleeping in my room.'' Many had different experiences, even though it was enough time, yet the head couldn't help any of them. Days passed but no one dared to send the ghosts back, until a wise man stood up," I am Thomas Sin. I will send the ghosts back." The head allowed him. He went in the bungalow that night. As there were no ghosts, he wasn't scared at all. He explored every room, he found weird drawings done by red ink. Some drawings were of ghosts too, he laughed," Looks like ghosts like drawing, haha." He found a map tangled in the spiderweb. It was the map of the bungalow. Thomas thought," I should find the treasure. Maybe this is the way.'' The map gave clues. There were two clues two find and the third one was the treasure. He read the first clue- 

Place where mother goes, place where scent comes from, 

Place, which is a treasure chest, place where cooking is the best.

Thomas was smart, as he read, he got to know where he should check. He went in the kitchen, and in a drawer, he found another chit. He too read it-

Place where tools are kept, a place where a car is, 

place which dads miss. 

"The garage!" Thomas was excited. He went in the garage and examined. He soon found a piece of paper. He took a deep breath and read the riddle-

A treasure place, a fresh one, 

A place to relax but also work, 

Where kids play,

in the day. 

''What could this be? Kids play? Relax and also work? Which kind of place is this? It is fresh and a treasure. Wait, apparently, kids play in park. So, the garden!" 

He ran towards the garden; he dug up the ground and lo! he found a thin tin box buried under. As he opened it, he was in a shock," An ordinary paint brush? What kind of joke is this! Was I looking for this all of the time?" He examined the brush," Maybe there is a magic of this brush. He spilled a bit of water on the brush from his bottle and went back in the house. He drew a flower on the wall. The water turned to red ink! And the really a flower drop on his palm from nowhere. He tries to draw more such things and it becomes real!  

"Ok, now I got it, the drawings I saw on the other walls were done by this brush. Someone drew ghosts, so creative. And it became real! Wow, I like this brush. But who could draw by this brush? the ghosts drawn are an art of perfection, I am damn sure a true painter has drawn this." He excitedly came back to share the news with the people. 

The following day, five famous painters of the town were called. Each painter draws a ghost. "Stop! You are the one." Thomas pointed as he saw Mr. James draw a ghost. James was jerked. ''Yes James, I know, you are the one.'' James stood up and looked down,'' my apologies... yes I am the one to draw the ghosts." Thomas was curious," Why James why? You are such a talented painter. Why did you do all of this?" James replied," The owner who owned the bungalow was my close one. He had shared this secret to me about this magical brush, but I didn't believe him. As he left the bungalow, I went in one night and found the brush, I have no clue why he didn't take it with him. I was so crazy, I wanted to test it out. I seriously thought he was bluffing, I stupidly drew ghosts, the Halloween ones and it became real somehow. I thought anyone can do this mistake again, so courageously I made a treasure hunt incase if any unknown person, whether good or bad tries to find the brush. My motive wasn't bad at all.'' Thomas understood the whole story and forgave the painter. The painter requested," Sir, I request. Is it possible if I can be hired for a job?" Thomas smiled, '' Your art is impressive. Yes, I will surely. "Thomas decided,'' This is a game of art. For the ghosts to get caged, I have an idea." He visited the bungalow again and drew 'ghosts in a jail'. Since then, the ghosts disappeared from the neighborhood and the paintbrush was preserved. There was joy everywhere, thanks to Mr. Sin. That Halloween night, they remembered the spooky incidences and passed the festival away, a young and wise little boy came up to Thomas and asked,'' Mr. Thomas. I have a question. How were the weird sounds coming from the bungalow?" Thomas smiled," Hmmm, good question. There might be ghosts then!" Both of them laughed.