Ryan's Free Writing Homework

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The Kimono

There was a kimono that my dad bought 14 years ago when I was very small. It was a heavy costume with many flower patterns and has a very grand and royal look to it. When it was showcased on the wall (no one can wear it because it was too heavy) for the very first time. It gives me chills for its magnificent look: its complexity in design, its golden illumination through light when you look at it and for the intense of its mystery. However, as everyday I saw it on the wall I felt less and less secure. There was something evil about it. It was fearful to behold and I could not stare at it for so long. After two years, when I was twelve years old, the kimono has lost its charm; it was a dirty, weary old thing. So one day, my dad took it off and asked my mother:

“This kimono has gotten very old, should we dump it?”

To my surprise, my mother insisted on keeping it. She said:

“But you bought it with a great price. It is way too expensive to get rid of. Maybe we should just store it somewhere?”

I found it unnerving that my dad decided to keep it on the top level of my wardrobe. I could not describe this feeling, but perhaps it was fear: there was something wrong and evil about the costume that I didn’t want to get near to it.

The kimono’s golden colour was washed away and replaced with an odory tainted yellow. There was a great layer of dust covering upon it, and when my dad wrapped it up, the dust really kept my dad from going on, Perhaps the kimono was trying to escape its fate by making a chaotic mess. Me and my dad was determined. We found a big plastic wrapper sowe rolled the two meters shag of fabrics in. It made a ‘thump’ sound as it dropped to the bottom of the bag. We managed to lift it to the top level of the wardrobe and pushed it far into the shadowy corner. When you looked closely you could see its dusty yellow figure hovering beneath the thick layer of the plastic bag in the dark.

But my fear lived on. Every time I opened the wardrobe I felt that darkness was lurking from above. The shadowy abyss and in the center of it the evil dusty yellow emerged. As I grew taller and taller, I felt more anxious because my eyesight would sooner or later inevitably gaze upon the thing.

One day, my sister requested my wardrobe to be hers. I was relieved and immediately “transferred” that evilness out of my room. At first, I was still anxious about it because of the fact that it was still in the house; I knew that when I was asleep it would crawl out and shifting heavily like a snake around. It would sneak in and watching me with its rusty yellow.

But as time went by, my fear of the dress ceased weaker and weaker until one day, I forgot about the costume….

One golden afternoon, when everyone was away, I slept late, feeling sick with fever, until afternoon in my room and when my eyes slowly opened, they saw a golden ray of light shot from the peak of the closed curtain. The room was not alighted but it was not dark either… It was just like the intense darkish colour of the kimono. I felt something weird about the sunlight. The honey colour reflected a thick layer of dust in the air.

Then I heard a ‘thump’, it was from somewhere outside of my room. Then there was a shifting sound made like someone was dragging a blanket on the floor.

I quickly stood up and watched intensely through the chink underneath my door. The ‘sh’ and ‘sh’ just grew louder and louder as I felt more anxious and scared. There was someone or something outside the door, and to my horror I quickly realized that there could not be possibly anyone in the house, and that thing outside could be the kimono itself! I might be the victim that it’s going to kill! Right at that moment, there was a ‘fphhfp’ at my door and the chink was filled up. The kimono’s fabrics had covered it! I was trembling but yet feeling dizzily brave. The thing had cursed my family long enough, and to my simple mind, afterall it was just a piece of cloth. Then I ran to the door and I opened it with a swift motion…

There was nothing outside.

When I went back to sleep, I had a horrible nightmare of it. The dress was wrapping me up and breaking my bones like a snake. It left me with nothing but a layer of skin.

Then some days later when I had recovered from my fever, I asked my dad:

“Dad, can you get rid of that old kimono upstairs?”

My dad was curious:

“Why?”

I answered with hesitation:

“I don’t know, it just creeps me out all these years, please will you just get rid of it or give it to someone else?”

After a long persuasion, he agreed with me. We both went up stairs to my sister room and we opened the wardrobe. Dad told me to get a tool for him. I did so and he stood up on it trying to get the kimono out. Then I funny thing happened, he froze for a bit and slowly got down from the tool. He asked me:

“By any chance, have you seen it?”

I lied:

“N…n….no… why?”

“That’s very curious, indeed!”

“What’s curious?”

“Well, it’s not here anymore.”