by
Cass
ora was a journalist. A real nosey one she was. She was even nicknamed " Nosey Nora ". Even more interesting was that she had quite a long nose...One day, Nora heard about this lady named Uyalala who owned a bungalow and had a very dangerous pet. Being a busybody, Nora decided to check it out. Nora set off the next day, to the island where Uyalala lived on. It was named Palm Island, named after the many palm trees which grew there. The moment Nora set foot on the ground, she stared in awe at the huge house which she saw. It was three storeys high and was painted an odd colour-indigo. It had French windows and brass doors. But where is that dangerous pet of hers? Don't tell me, she thought, that the Jaguar over there is her pet?! The house was simply magnificent, except for one flaw. It had an overgrown garden. Uyalala obviously did not have a gardener. Nora looked all over the house until she was satisfied. She then walked over to the door and proceeded to look for a doorbell switch. She did not find any, instead, she found a rope. She pulled hard at it and a loud " GOING " echoed into the distance. Nora half-expected a wizened, old, senile lady with gray or perhaps white hair to open the door. But no, a young lady with freckled cheeks and expressionless eyes opened the door. Nora calmly explained why she was there and Uyalala let her in. The colour of the exterior of the house was already weird enough. The colour of the interior was even worse-turqoise. The house had nothing but a bed, a kitchen and a sofa set. Nothing else was in the house. Nora sat down and told Uyalala what she had heard about her. After the whole thing, Uyalala just let out a hollow laugh and said: " I am nicknamed Unusual Uyalala probably because my house colour is strange. My loved ones have all died. The remainder of my relatives called me a jinx, and chased me to this deserted island. What is such a beautiful house doing on this isolated island? This house and the Jaguar you saw were all left by my late husband. Indigo and turqoise were my parent's favourite colours. That is why my house is painted so. As for the overgrown garden, I do not wish for anyone to know that the garden it once was has actually become my graveyard. I shall be buried there one day, or perhaps no one shall remember me. I am left nearly penniless and the villagers accuse me of causing the many deaths on this island." " Then you know what causes these people's deaths? " " Yes. It is simply the palm tree's fault. All who walk under a palm tree at the wrong time will have a heavy palm fruit fall on him. That leads to death. Those fruits are fatal." " So, you aren't unusual and I guess you're not a killer." " Yes. I am what my relatives and others have forced me into. " Later, Nora went home, satisfied. Now at least she knew what was going on.
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