Short story experience ... One night on the first day of arrival in the United States. City

Avalon ,NJ

That night the weather was very cold. The wind was blowing very hard. The force of the fall caused the leaves to flutter around. National flags hung in houses fluttered and shook. While sitting at the table in front of the house It started with a greeting sent to an old man. It is the cause that leads to traveling across another world and dimension. causing many wonderful things to be discovered, all of which are in the story that will be told next

I wrote this short story. in the evening It's almost six o'clock. The weather outside is cold to the point of being cold. It's cold to the core. I'm very cold. My hands were cold to the point of turning yellow. The cold makes me feel short. If you touch my hand, it's like a person is about to leave this world. It's so cold...

There was the voice of my lover Joe. He said, bringing his hand to mine. “Why are your hands so cold and yellow? Like someone who has passed away…” He said as he stroked my hand to warm me.

For me, who has never lived in a foreign country with such extreme sub-zero temperatures, I have never experienced such cold weather. It's so cold I want to shout out. .."I don't like it at all"..as I thought to myself. Without speaking he answered my husband's question. As I was sitting at a brown table and there were 3 chairs nearby.

It's my work corner in this house. He didn't sit with me. When he finished speaking, he walked to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

I'm sitting here preparing to write a new book. And I hide away The first night I arrived here. And something I never thought of before. I found this here...a country outside Mueang Na. .."There is also this thing....I can't believe this has happened to me." I have traveled to the third dimension or the divine world.

I saw people's lives in another dimension. They are very different from humans. "Here I meet myself. It really happened Or is it just a dream..” I asked myself.

It's a strange, magical mystery. I traveled to a city other than this world. I think that is the divine world or secret city here. This city is near the sea. I encountered many strange things. both beach events The people I saw at the beach I understood to be human. But it's not at all.

The sea brings something to me Just I thought..

This short story It's partly true, partly embellished for entertainment. There are related characters as follows.

I am

Ami  

Acting as the storyteller, the story's protagonist

The husband is Joe, acting as the lover (husband), the savior.

Your uncle is a man who has changed into a young man. Looking for a past lover

The author brought a short story to write for the first time. If you write the wrong language or use incorrect words I apologize.

Note: This short story It's a draft, free to share and read. After that, some of the content and spoken language will be revised according to suggestions. The story will be improved and added into episodes. For this short story

You can follow the next episode and if anyone likes the fantasy genre, crossing dimensions, spirit, psychic power, you can wait to follow the updated version, full volume, read it all in one go. It will be available for sale next.

Ami Amornrat

Chapter 1 The first night

USA   

Words take you across dimensions, a hidden city.

I came to live in an old house in 2021 in the city.

Avalo ,New Jersey

During the time of COVID-19 is spreading throughout the world This house is estimated to be more than 100 years old and has been renovated many times. My lover (current husband) just moved here 3 months ago. I am Thai and moved in with my lover. My lover's name is "Joe" and he is my husband.

He is a United States-born American male.

By the time I moved in with him. He and I are not married yet. We live together as engaged couples, just like any other unmarried couple. I came to live with him and encountered many strange and wonderful things. The first month at the old house The first day I arrived in this city. Joe my lover

He welcomed me very well. Take care of me, both the food and the clothes I wear. I arrived on the first day and encountered cold weather. But for Joe, he belongs here. He always told me The weather is not cold at all, it is warm and cool. But for me it's very cold.

On the first day of arrival Joe, he took me on a walking tour around the city. which is a small town It is walkable and the city is next to the sea. There are buildings planted far apart and less than 2 miles from the beach, you can see the sea. Commercial buildings are built with a height not exceeding 2 floors.

The houses here do not have fences around them like houses in Thailand. It is a house with open space next to the road.

I noticed Every house must have a road passing in front of the house. No matter how big or small the alleys are, there are small streets. Created to provide convenient travel for each home. There is a main road with two double-lane roads. The city is calm and quiet, very beautiful, with shops for shopping and restaurants nearby.

Let us choose to use the service. Joe and I walked around town. and ended up at the beach After that we traveled home.

Now, here's a strange thing I've encountered. After I walked around this city....my first night in this city. While I was in front of my house around 8 p.m., it wasn't dark here yet and the sky was still bright.. It happened from my greeting to a stranger at night...

I greeted a man. I understood that it was my lover Joe's neighbor or relative. I greeted him, my greeting being my usual custom. Because I like to talk Especially in foreign countries. I think the best way to learn a language is to practice speaking it often. And greeting is considered to be an expression of good friendship with a smiling face in the Thai style. "Siamese smile" This is my personality and is the starting point of this story.

Let's continue the story on the first night.

USA

I saw your uncle. His uncle was walking towards the house where I lived. He came from across the street from where I lived. He walked towards me towards the area behind the house where I lived. He had to walk past the side of the house where I was staying.

At that time I understood that he had a house in this area. and was on my way to the house next to where I lived. which is the house in the back At that time I was sitting at the living room table in front of the house. I'm sitting alone As for Joe, my lover. He walked into the house to get me some water.

When your uncle approached me I noticed his back looked slightly hunched over. Like normal old people, they tend to have bent necks. He wore a white, short-sleeved, collared t-shirt. Wearing light blue sweatpants. I think this uncle was about 70 years old. He walked slowly with his head looking down at the ground.

As he walked up to me before walking past I am the first to greet you.”

Hi "

along with sending a smile With good friendship

In principle, greetings for Westerners are People who do not know or are familiar with each other before Westerners often greet each other with the words "

Hello

more than

Hi"

But for me I usually greet everyone with a simple greeting:

Hi" 

The old man I greeted him...when he heard my voice calling out to him. He looked up slightly. But he didn't stop walking. He would keep walking. By walking past me and never looking back at me. He continued to walk slowly.

I send my second greeting.”

Hello How are you” 

This time, the old man turned to face me and stopped walking.

I looked at the old man's face and a light shone on his face. I remember his face well. He had a calm look on his face and he didn't smile at me. But there were eyes staring intently at me. He gave me the language of his eyes. The eyes that looked at me had no expression at all. The face was pale, the cheeks were pitted, and there was bulging flesh all over the face.

Get off your man and walk towards me. And he stopped. He said many words. But I can't hear it. It was a language I didn't know, not English. A voice came out of the old man's mouth. But why didn't his mouth move? But there was a sound coming through and I could hear it. But the voice was so soft it was in a language I didn't understand.

And that language is not English. I don't understand I can only smile When I don't understand The old man finished speaking and turned around and walked back to the back of the house where I lived. and disappeared inside

After that, I heard loud cries. The man's voice sounded like my lover Joe's. "Help me, come in here."

The sound came from behind the house where I lived. So I followed the sound. I understand that That voice was the voice of my lover, Joe. He was there calling me to go there. I walked in As I walked all the way there, there was a bright light, I couldn't see anything, even the house I was in couldn't see at all.

Walking through the light, what appeared in front of me was a large, beautiful house. There are flowers planted around the house in various colors. There are many plants arranged next to each other in small plots. Planted as a flower garden And there were vegetables that I had never seen before.

I walked around that house, not where I lived. But it's somewhere else. that I've never seen before I walked through the flower gardens and looked at the many vegetable gardens that had been planted. I never knew before It's a strange plant. There are yellow flowers. It was planted in a long line next to the fence around the house, and when I looked around the house

I saw some areas where there were no trees at all. But it was decorated with stones to make a walkway. And it is a stone for people to sit and relax. Along the path, I walked along the stone floor. Because I don't want to walk on grass with flowers on it.

As I walked I glanced over and saw a corner of the waterfall and a small water flow. It is a long waterway flowing from the back of the house. I walked all the way to the front of that house. I stood and looked. The house was built in the shape of a modern white house. Made of bricks that make up the whole house. Surrounded by windows Built on two floors, there are two large pillars in front of the house. It looked very elegant and beautiful. It was more than 3 square meters wide. There were flowers fluttering and the wind blowing into my face. It was fragrant but it gave me goosebumps.

I walked into that house. and looked for Joe, my lover, calling out “Joe, Joe, Joe” I said 3 times, but didn't hear a reply. I walked into the house and looked around inside the house. What kind of house did I see inside? There is a large open hall. There is a living room table on my right. And there is a table showing antique items.

I looked to my left and saw a large picture standing there. It was a picture of a tall young man with white skin and a round face. has a ridged nose The ears are slightly spread out. The queue is thick and the tip of the queue needle points slightly towards the sky. Mouth shaped like a raised chest, smile in the corners of the mouth, wearing a long white antique dress from the era of Louis XIV of the French.

His face was similar to the old man I had just seen earlier. But the young man in this picture looked much younger.

While I was looking at the picture There was the sound of someone walking slowly towards me and said, “Why are you here? How did you get here?” and the body of a young man He looked like the old man I saw. But he looked younger than the old man I saw. The old man I saw had a face that looked about 70 years old.

But the young man I see now The person standing in front of me looked young, about 25 years old, and he had the same face as the person in the picture I was looking at.

I looked at him and thought to myself, “Why don't you see the old man? And where did my lover Joe go? Who is this person?” without replying to him.

Who is the person I'm talking to now? Where did that old man go? Who is this young man? Why did he have a face similar to that old man's uncle? This young man had facial features that were similar to the uncle I had just seen earlier. While I was wondering His voice rose again, "That's me."

He didn't speak a language I couldn't understand. But he spoke a language that I understood mentally. He spoke to me mentally, that is, using his thoughts. He spoke without moving his mouth. But a voice came from him.

I replied to him thinking, "That's me. Who is me? And why are you asking like this?" I thought in my heart. along with still ..confused.. with the question

I thought to myself again. “I don't know either. Why did I come here? And where is this place?” I'm looking for Joe. Where is he?

I'm just thinking inside my mind. But he seemed to understand and know what I was thinking...

“This city is not where you belong. It is not a human place.” A voice came from him. Once again, he spoke with his mouth still. He's using his mind to talk to me. ...I can listen to his thoughts. And he too can listen to my thoughts....

This is the first short story shared. The story isn't over yet. Wait to follow the next episode. This happened in 2021. Do you think it's true? Wait to follow until the end. There are many stories where miracles are encountered in life not for the first time.

Note: This short story This is a draft version that is free to share and read. After that, it will be used to revise some of the content and spoken language according to the suggestions. The story will be improved and added into episodes. For this short story

You can follow the next episode and if anyone likes the fantasy genre, crossing dimensions, spirit, psychic power, you can wait to follow the updated version of the full book and read it all in one go. It will be available for sale next.

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