Riddles And Horrors Of The Night

I don't know what brought me remembering those days, or I'd rather say nights, right at a completely unrelated moment. The memory just suddenly popped out of my mind. And I found myself loving the feeling of it, reminiscing those childhood excitements filled with the crave for challenge and adventures of imagination. Then I realized, perhaps the fun we had in the office a few weeks ago about riddles might have sparked a little of the thought. Maybe, but I'm not so sure.

Those were dark nights. A time, which for us, comes with fun and excitement and challenge or fear. Young as we were, our curious and knowledge-hungry minds were eager to hear, learn and imagine a world we haven't seen. Those were the nights when the lights in our sight are but from the lamps and candles. Sometimes when lucky, the bright moonlight in a clear night sky made rightful of the moment. Perhaps for others, it meant missing episodes of their favorite shows and early bedtime. For us, it meant riddles and horrors of the night.

Yes but just that it wasn't the scary kind of thing but we felt challenged and scared. Gathered in a crowd with my siblings and cousins, we huddled around our grandfather. Sometimes our grandma and parents would joined the young audience. It was a family time together, a sort of. Either a challenge of riddles or story telling of horrors, it sounded so interesting. Like any of the TV shows but with our grandpa as the host in a live telecast at our living room. Sometimes, at the porch which made it a little more scary but more fitting. 

Our grandfather would take the time to gather us and then if not riddles thrown, we got stories of ghosts encounters being told. We were just innocent kids then. Youngs minds, indeed. I couldn't remember all of his riddles or the stories he told but a few of them I have managed to keep. Perhaps we could do it again on yearends and I do hope. It still sounds interesting, challenging and scary but I love it.

The world we see in our eyes on those times were truly darker. Silent than the usual nights. But our eyes were brighter and minds more focused. Those riddles up to now are challenging, not for us anymore, but for those whom I share it with. And the stories still sounds as scary as not wanting it to happen, again, in either of us. 

Those were blackout times but those were good moments, good nights.