Composition | A Night In A Deserted House

A few years ago, I was coming back home after visiting a relative in a faraway village. It was one afternoon when suddenly it started raining very heavily. The path I was taking was along an old rubber plantation that had been abandoned because it was too old and not profitable anymore. They probably needed to burn it down and replant it. In that plantation, there was a two-story house. As I got closer to the building, I realized it had also been left deserted.

I brought my bicycle into the porch and leaned it against a wall. Then I went inside the empty house. Upstairs, one of the rooms still had all its doors and windows intact. It was even cleaner than the other rooms. I took off my wet clothes and tried to squeeze out as much water as possible. After putting my clothes back on, I sat down and waited for the rain to either stop or become light enough for me to continue my journey.

I waited there for a long time, even after the sun had set, but the rain kept on falling. Eventually, I lost hope of going back home that night. As I sat there, feeling hopeless, I fell asleep. I didn't know how long I had slept, but when I woke up, the rain had stopped. However, the sky was still dark with clouds, and a strong wind was blowing. Sometimes the wind blew so hard that it made a loud noise as it hit the doors and windows of the house.

I lay awake on the floor and then I heard voices of men in the distance. I became very worried because I remembered that the surrounding jungle was often visited by criminals and wanted people who were hiding from the police. It was possible that one of them could be heading towards the house to take shelter for the night. On the other hand, they could also be policemen searching for wanted criminals. I wondered what they would think of me if they found me there. Another possibility was that they were travelers who, like me, had been delayed by the rain. The only thing I feared from them was that they might take my bicycle. Fortunately, nobody came to the house.

Later, I heard the roar of a tiger, and I could also hear the howls of other wild animals. I expected one of them to open the door of my room at any moment. Later in the night, the wild animals stopped howling, and the only sound I heard was the strong wind opening and closing doors and windows all over the house. This made me think of ghosts because I had heard that ghosts usually haunt big empty buildings. I had to stay awake in that dark room with the doors and windows securely locked, praying that I would be safe and sound when morning came.

I felt extremely happy when the night was finally over, and I could continue my journey back home.