I groped around in the darkness, hoping to find a switch. But my hopes were in vain so I had to allow my eyes to get used to the dark. Suddenly, I heard shuffling noises coming from my bedroom. I sneaked into my room, afraid that someone or something might be inside and I would not want to alarm him or her or it. When I was in my room, I saw a figure of a person looking through my things. I crept up to that person but accidentally tripped on something and fell down with a thud. The person spun around and let out a loud gasp. Fearing that the person might have a weapon, I staggered out of my room, trying to ignore the pain in my left ankle.
By Kai Mi
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Friday, July 13, 2007
Edits to Supersition
"Watch over the fire, make sure all the papers offered are burnt to ashes, do not even make paper aeroplanes with them or else something bad will happen to you...", my mother uttered, while sobbing uncontrollably.
It was my grandfather's funeral. My late grandfather often ill-treated me and hit me over small matters. Soon, my mother went to talk with the people who had came and left me alone to burn the incense paper. Again, my mother warned me to watch over the fire and make sure all the papers offered are burnt to ashes, if not it will anger my grandfather. I nodded my head reluctantly and took the incense paper and started burning them. Then, I got bored and thought about the times how my late grandfather treated me. I got infuriated by the time the waves of the ugly memories came rushing back. I was furiously crushing up the papers into balls of hatred. A spirit-like smoke started forming my late grandfather's face. I then screamed hysterically. Suddenly, I felt faint and my vision blurred.
Everyone crowded around me to see what was happening. The expression of shock was written on their faces when they saw a few incense paper ,crushed into balls, lying around the floor. Luckily, one of them was quick enough as to call for an ambulance using his handphone. Soon, the ambulance's siren was heard. The paramedics put me on a stretcher and carried me into the vehicle. Not long later, we reached National University Hospital since it was the nearest hospital then. The doctor examined me and my we were told that I was only suffering from severe shock. My mother brought me home right away since the doctor had advised me to have enough rest and to also take the medicines prescribed accordingly. She was still worried for me as I had crushed the incense paper and decided to call for a priest.
Unfortunately, all my mother's effort were to no avail. The priest could not do anything. He shook his head and told us that the spirit was very difficult to exorcise out from my body. As days went by, I was no longer being myself. I was not as cheerful and hyperactive as I used to be. I even kept to myself, refusing to tell anyone what I had actually seen. I would rather be left alone in my room, in total darkness.
On one of the days, I was walking to the toilet while talking to myself at the same time. I saw something in the toilet bowl and went to peek at it. Abruptly, something which was forceful pulled my entire head into it. My mother who heard the loud thud and also my hysterical yell came running to the toilet, to see what on earth had happened to me. She quickly called for a doctor as there was a large bruise on my forehead.
After this incident, nothing weird happened to me anymore and I guess my grandfather's anger had subsided. I had learnt my lesson and made a promise not to repeat the same mistake again. It was indeed a scary experieence for me.
It was my grandfather's funeral. My late grandfather often ill-treated me and hit me over small matters. Soon, my mother went to talk with the people who had came and left me alone to burn the incense paper. Again, my mother warned me to watch over the fire and make sure all the papers offered are burnt to ashes, if not it will anger my grandfather. I nodded my head reluctantly and took the incense paper and started burning them. Then, I got bored and thought about the times how my late grandfather treated me. I got infuriated by the time the waves of the ugly memories came rushing back. I was furiously crushing up the papers into balls of hatred. A spirit-like smoke started forming my late grandfather's face. I then screamed hysterically. Suddenly, I felt faint and my vision blurred.
Everyone crowded around me to see what was happening. The expression of shock was written on their faces when they saw a few incense paper ,crushed into balls, lying around the floor. Luckily, one of them was quick enough as to call for an ambulance using his handphone. Soon, the ambulance's siren was heard. The paramedics put me on a stretcher and carried me into the vehicle. Not long later, we reached National University Hospital since it was the nearest hospital then. The doctor examined me and my we were told that I was only suffering from severe shock. My mother brought me home right away since the doctor had advised me to have enough rest and to also take the medicines prescribed accordingly. She was still worried for me as I had crushed the incense paper and decided to call for a priest.
Unfortunately, all my mother's effort were to no avail. The priest could not do anything. He shook his head and told us that the spirit was very difficult to exorcise out from my body. As days went by, I was no longer being myself. I was not as cheerful and hyperactive as I used to be. I even kept to myself, refusing to tell anyone what I had actually seen. I would rather be left alone in my room, in total darkness.
On one of the days, I was walking to the toilet while talking to myself at the same time. I saw something in the toilet bowl and went to peek at it. Abruptly, something which was forceful pulled my entire head into it. My mother who heard the loud thud and also my hysterical yell came running to the toilet, to see what on earth had happened to me. She quickly called for a doctor as there was a large bruise on my forehead.
After this incident, nothing weird happened to me anymore and I guess my grandfather's anger had subsided. I had learnt my lesson and made a promise not to repeat the same mistake again. It was indeed a scary experieence for me.
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Supersition
The candle fumes crawled into the room, reminiscent of vines spreading across a room, clawing at Mdm Lee. A tightly gripped fist denied entry of the tranquility. Mdm Lee impatiently waved the smoke aside, as she stared testily at the gift before her.
Her husband did not respond favourably to her comment. He tried to tell her that she was being paranoid, but Mdm Lee brushed his words aside. She rubbed her temples, her hand brushing the clock onto the floor accidentally. With a loud clang, the glass broke. Her husband looked at her, as she scowled at the clock with a dark look.
Without a word henceforth she took the clock and strided into the kitchen. She stepped on the trigger of the dustbin in a swift movement. The rubbish bin was full - she had forgotten to empty it the night before. Cursing darkly, she then tried to throw it out of the window. Her husband stopped her, pointing at the neighbors below them. Either the curse was for real, or her paranoia was in vain, but everything she did, the efforts were thrown back at her. Finally, she got into her car.
Living on a hill meant unevitable trouble. She drove out of the garage and as she yanked the handbrake clumsily, the car jerked darkly. She got out and put the clock underneath the tyre, holding the car for support - her knees threatening to give way. She barely registered the car moving. Her foot got caught in the tyre, she lost her balance and her head hit the graphite. The car would not stop, she tried to scream, but her worn-out vocal cords could not resonate no more. Her husband got out of the house and let out a silent scream.
The curse was true.
Her husband did not respond favourably to her comment. He tried to tell her that she was being paranoid, but Mdm Lee brushed his words aside. She rubbed her temples, her hand brushing the clock onto the floor accidentally. With a loud clang, the glass broke. Her husband looked at her, as she scowled at the clock with a dark look.
Without a word henceforth she took the clock and strided into the kitchen. She stepped on the trigger of the dustbin in a swift movement. The rubbish bin was full - she had forgotten to empty it the night before. Cursing darkly, she then tried to throw it out of the window. Her husband stopped her, pointing at the neighbors below them. Either the curse was for real, or her paranoia was in vain, but everything she did, the efforts were thrown back at her. Finally, she got into her car.
Living on a hill meant unevitable trouble. She drove out of the garage and as she yanked the handbrake clumsily, the car jerked darkly. She got out and put the clock underneath the tyre, holding the car for support - her knees threatening to give way. She barely registered the car moving. Her foot got caught in the tyre, she lost her balance and her head hit the graphite. The car would not stop, she tried to scream, but her worn-out vocal cords could not resonate no more. Her husband got out of the house and let out a silent scream.
The curse was true.
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