This is one creepy shit!

Firstly,

Dear ‘you know who you are’,

Thanks babe for your message on FB. I am going to take your advice, mainly I because I don’t think I want to be a part of this anymore. I will refrain from being … well… in a word… bitchy.

Thanks Babeh… Thank you very much!

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Oh yeah… about my nightmare, the one I had at my Aunt’s place in Ampang. My aunt’s house is huge. It is a 3-storey semi-D. Well, it’s huge to me anyway.

Aside from the fact that there are actually foxes roaming around the area and also that the house had been broken in several times despite the high tech dunno-what alarm system that was installed, the house is actually pretty cool. It has 6 bedrooms, a media room (PS, TV, DVD player with complete sound system and all the things that I couldn’t be bothered with actually…) and a huge balcony up front. They even have a small shack at the backyard to store things in.

We usually would joke saying that the shack ‘boleh buat tempat tunggu durian runtuh.’ Thank God no durian trees. I personally like to spend my time reading the book collections that my Aunt has. Yes, I am just geeky that way. I am trying to ‘cultivate’ a bit of Pratchett and Gaiman in her reading preferences. She can buy the books, and I can read them. Heh…

The house had always looked kind of shady, yeah… because of the big trees that surrounds it. The guest room that I was sleeping in was equipped with heavy old furniture and old fashioned build in wardrobe. It has an aircond to which I was indifferent to because I am someone who is very sensitive to cold temperatures (simply, someone who hates airconds). One part of the walls were painted with a dark burgundy shade.

In the day, it looks nice, at night, it’s another story.

My cousin was supposed to sleep with me that night, but she fell asleep in the media room in front of the PS and TV. So I ended up sleeping there alone.

I woke up to find the aircond on, so I opened my eyes to reach the remote on the wall.

And then I saw a flashing shadow of someone walking quickly in front of the dresser’s mirror. I sat on the bed not knowing what to do. I could have walked out of the room, but something else in my head was telling me to stay.

So I stayed. The hair at the back of my head was standing up.
It was about 4am. I tried to go back to sleep, my whole body under the quilt.

And then about 1 hour later, I woke up again, this time again, the aircond was on, and now the quilt was tucked nicely covering just the bottom part of my PJ clad body.

Honestly, I still couldn’t figure out if what I had was only a nightmare, or that it really did happen.

But still, it was creepy as hell, mainly because I still didn’t know if it actually happened or not. Maybe the next time, I will just sleep on the couch in front of the TV. At least there are no mirrors there.