Steemit Challenge s26wk2- Mysterious Roommate

How are you? I hope you are all good. If someone is feeling today, I would like to tell them that our life is not always the same, but when we dive into our imagination, we find many new worlds. Such writing contests not only improve our writing skills, but also bring out the hidden storytelling ability. So, for those who have not participated yet, I would like to tell them, participate at least once. Maybe the story that is sleeping inside you will win everyone's hearts.

Now, let's come to today's story. This week's topic of the contest is #Mysterious Roommate. When I first heard it, a strange curiosity arose in my head. Because really, if a person living with us is full of mysteries, then what could his experience be like? With this in mind, I am writing the story, which is completely fictional, but I hope it will seem like reality to you.

Many years ago, we all more or less knew that coming to a new city for studies meant a lot of struggle. I was struggling to find a place to stay in that new city. This is how I met a boy named Rimon while wandering around.

They offered me a place to share a house, and I agreed, because this is what I was looking at in my heart. When I first saw Rimon, I felt that he was a bit different. He had a calm personality, but a strange secret was hidden in his eyes. But at that time I did not try to find out because I was in danger at that time.

On the first day, Rimon gave me a condition. He said, never enter my house without permission. When I hearing, I smiled and said, "Hey, don't worry. I do not have a habit of entering anyone's house without permission. But I was wondering in my mind, who would give such a strange condition. It seemed like the son of a dead man who gives me a condition and still has no power to say anything when an elephant falls into a pit in danger.

The days left like this. But gradually my suspicion started increasing. Rimon often lived till late night. Strange sounds came from her house, sometimes some metal sounds are drawn, sometimes like a whisper. Many nights, I wake up and listen to those sounds. I imagined that perhaps he was secretly doing something terrible.

It was going on for a long time, I could not stand by hearing such strange sounds every day. So one afternoon, I got a chance and asked him directly, Rimon, what do you really do? Why are such strange sounds coming from your room? I did not understand anything. He was silent for a while. Then he said softly, You don't have to know everything, it's not your business. If you know everything, you will not be able to sleep peacefully night. I was a little shocked to hear the answer.

But to be honest, there was a drama in his words. At that time, I suppressed a little laughter, but my curiosity grew even more.

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Finally, one night Rimon was not at home. Then i Taking a opportunity, I pushed open the door of his room. When I entered the room, I was shocked. There were all kinds of strange equipment around, rows of old diaries and notebooks. There were some strange symbols and equations written on the paper spread on the table. The most terrifying thing was a picture hanging on the wall. In the picture, rimon is standing, and another person standing next to him, whose face is exactly like mine. When I saw this, it was like the ground was moving away from under my feet. I remember well that I would take a picture with him someday, so how could my picture and his picture be in this place.

Thinking about this, I was completely surprised, my head started spinning seeing all these manipulations. Then rimon's voice came from behind, he said from a distance, what if you knew the truth. I was shocked. rimon stood near the door, panic and a kind of fatigue in his eyes. He slowly approached and said, I was trying to copy human existence.

Then I said in a trembling voice, what do you mean? Who am I then? rimon sighed and said, you may be the result of that mistake. And I didn't want to tell you the truth. But now that you know, everything depends on you. Nothing seemed to enter my mind at that time, what is he saying? What do you mean by the result of his mistake?

Then he handed over his notebook to me. There were strange writing on pages, dates and descriptions of experiments. I could not believe it, but this incident was getting correct in front of me. Rimon did not say anything after that. He quietly opened the door and went away. I looked through a crack in the door and saw it disappearing in the dark road. Rimon never returned after that night. Despite many of my efforts, I never saw him again.

To this day, I keep that strange notebook with me. Sometimes I turn the pages and wonder, am I really me? Or is it the result of Rimon's wrong test? What do you think?

Friends,I tried to share a little beautiful story with you. How did you like your story?

Now I am inviting my friends @adeljose @soywilfredg @evagavilan