Once, there was a man. He lived in a dark old house. It was dark mostly because he couldn't afford the lighting. All he had was a single lamp. It was a very old lamp actually. He was a man with many secrets. No one even knew his name. No one would dare to ask him.
Why am I even on this earth anymore
He wore thin, round glasses and looked as if he was 80 years old. No one knew anything about him. He lived alone. The man slowly creeped into the room with a slow growl in his voice. He started to tip toe over, to a single chair. In fact he only had one. Cause that was all he needed.
He stared at the chair, then looked at the lamp. Then stared at the lamp, and then the chair. He stood, looking back and forth, and back and forth. Suddenly, a small idea popped into his mind. Obviously he rarely had good ideas, or any ideas. But to be honest, this wasn't a good idea.
In fact, he never had good ideas. Well except when he was young. He was the happiest of happy little boys. Then, something happened. he dearly loved his father, and then, he was gone. Forever. Of course, No one knew that because no word has come out of his mouth since he was 20 years old. " Why am I even on this earth anymore," he thought to himself.
Come on! Lets play this!!
Suddenly, he picked up the chair, swang it as high as a mountain top,and then swang it down with as much force as a cheetah when it runs, and..........CRASH! People from the whole neighborhood could hear. But no one dared to see if he was ok, or what had happened. They thought about it for a while, just wondering. They all decided to just keep going with their lives. That type of stuff seemed to happen all the time. But this time,it felt weird.
No one ever saw him again. Never...... People wondered and wondered. And they never saw him. They sort of felt bad for him in a way. They thought maybe they could have helped him; they were sad. I guess sometimes things just have to remain unknown. Even the weirdest things. Even the things you wish to know the most.