Why My Room Smells like Mothballs

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Ever had that feeling when you just want to go home to that all too familiar room of yours. That special room of yours that holds all your secrets? That dark empty room where everything you need is kept?

I guess my room is no different from everyone else's. It has a creaky door, although mine has a unique twist in it, it doesnt have a lock. It doesnt even have a door knob. Sad. Not so sad when I try to think of everything that ever occurred in that very room with a "doorknob-less-door".

Another unique thing about my room is that its located between the living room and the masters bedroom and its dark. Even in broad daylight, it still feels like 6 in the afternoon. This is the main reason I call it limbo, because everything starts to feel weird when in my room. Like sudden disappearances of some, if not all, the food stored in the masters bedroom and the leftovers are found in my room, its all a blur, I can't really tell what or who. The thing is, weird things happen to food in my room. The room walls are bare, except for some traces of pencil writings, stray marks of permanent markers and the "unknown bizarre objects" in the walls. This "unknown bizarre objects" makes me come to a conclusion that the previous owner of the room has some sort of civilization only known to him, after all, my room is weird.

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Now you ask why my room smells like mothballs. It happened one fateful morning. My mom started fixing my room, well I do fix my room, every now and then, it was only by chance that she had to, really. You know how mothers are when they visit your room after a month or so. They have the keenest eyes. She really is a blessing, she actually found at least 50 pesos worth of coins lying all around the place. Another thing she noticed while cleaning my room was that it had an ominous odor about it (not mine, I smell great). We guessed it was because of the hidden leftover food and the unwashed laundry. I could not contest with the findings because she had a jury led by my sister and younger brother. And aside from that, she also noticed a lot of roaches roaming about the room. The house is really old, like a hundred years or so and made of wood. Roaches are bound to procreate there, its natures way of forcing people to migrate to better, cement made houses. So there were choices, I could transfer to another room, or share a room with my sister, or better yet, get me a new apartment. The only problem was, those options were never realized by the jury. So they opted for their own option which would prove to be catastrophic. My mom bought mothballs, I don't know why, but the fact that the smell was so pungent, maybe roaches hated them too.

The first time I entered my mothball fragranced room, there was this sudden clash of senses. My eyes wouldnt send messages coinciding with my nose, it was like smelling Christmas in the middle of summer. That was then I came to see those small balls, white in color, almost like marbles, only white. I threw myself to my bed and let out a little sigh. Then again, what's worse that could happen? Its limbo anyways.

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In case you didn't notice, I exaggerated on some parts on this one... but yeah... you did notice it... *wink*

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