2024-11-10

What was now a narrow footpath was once a busy road wandering off from the highway and running through the community down to another major road leading to the metropolise.It was the brainwork of a selfless man,who loved his community and people.
Marvel John,fondly called Mr.John was larger than life and his impact in the community cut deeper than could be imagined.One was this now abandoned road.
Those who're used to the road would never believed it would one day turn into a terrifying bush path.
It was about two hundred and fifty metres to the heart of the community from the highway.Though not tared nor a twenty-four-seven busy road,but it was always used by motorist as an alternative route to the main town.
On the left side of the road stood the lonely three bedroom bungalow screned by different kinds of fruit trees.It was about hundred metres from the highway,the next house laid eighty metres away.But the Johns home was always busy with kids and grown-ups coming around to play and have fun.

Mr.John and his wife Vera had been living here for the past twenty years.It was a new site,and they're the first to come to live here.Mr John was a retired school principal and had built the house two years before his retirement.Now sixty-six years old,Mr John and his wife had no children of their own but they're happy.
Their home was always radiating with human activities as kids and grown ups flung around them coming from various homes in the community.And during these friendly visits the Johns made sure that everyone had good times.

And on his personal accounts,Mr.John bore the financial responsibilities for the maintainance of the road,and this single act of selfless service made him stood out among all the people in the sleeping community of Azara.

Mr.John suddenly took ill.He was bedriden for two years and all they had was spent on the sickness,but he never pulled through it.He died.
Vera was left alone with no relatives to go to.She was penniless and without any helper.
A couple of months after her husband's death,those who had been their friends had gradually began to drift away from her.
She was like a lone three in a desert.
She decided to take up a job to kill loneliness and sustain herself,but it did not come off.She couldn't cope and she had to resign to start petty trading at home,using the frontage of her house as a stand.
But she had no buyers.
During the two years Mr.John had been sick,the road and its environ had been negleted and bushes had taken up most part of it.

Commuters no longer passed through the road and in the daytime you hardly see someone walking or loitering around the road which had now became a footpath.
Vera was now all alone.Those who had been her friends when her husband was alive had gone their ways,abandoning her.

She was left alone in her own doomed world of loneliness.Even the vegetations around her became hostile,growing so rapidly that within a short period of time swallowed up the house.

The house got lost in the thick forest that grew around it.
The nearest neighbour had moved when it seemed the area was prown to being haunted.

But Vera had no where to move to.She accepted her faith with glad heart,and often got her spirit and soul buried in praise songs.

Her voice would echo through the thick forest travelling far beyond.

It had been five years since the death of her husband and her transition into a life of emptiness.

And Vera in her blink-fate had no meaningful source of food,but only lived on wild fruit around her forested home.

Few days before christmas,Philips came home to celebrate the holidays with his parents.He was one of the little kids of those days that the Johns shared love and kindness with.

Over dinner,he asked his parents what had been of Vera.

Philips had travelled to the US to further his education few days after Mr John's funeral,and he never knew Vera and her splinded home had became haunted.

"Poor old Vera,She's really having it bad."His father said.

"How'd you mean dad?"
"A kinda living in that forest,abondoned like a witch."
"Christ Jesus!...You mean that poor good-hearted woman has been left to die,and no one doing anything?"

Philips got to his feet."I'm going to see her right away."

"No!You can't go there to night Phil."His mother cried.

"Yea son.It'll require a caterpillar to make way into the forest to reach the poor woman,that's if she's still human."

Early morning the next day,Philips drove to the presumed location of the Johns home.To his dismay,it was what his parents described...A really haunted forest.

Philips had to drove back and go hire a team of men who had to brave through the thick horrifying woods to bring out Vera into the mist of humans.

She was immediately driven to a specalist hospital for medical treatment and temporary rehabitaion.

After the xmas Philps took Vera along to the US,where she lived the rest of her life in affluence and peace.

Vera died happily twenty years later at the age of 95.

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