...Sometimes late at night...
I heard voices in my head...
The dropping of marbles...
Mumbles and laughters...
Creaking of the door...
At times i see them...
White flashes of light...
Swaying shadows on the wall...
and worst...
something wrong with blogger and i cant seem to space the entry out, so everything seems squashed...apologies for that...
I was thinking of what to write, and this crosses my mind.
If you're reading this alone at night, you may want wait till the protection of daylight...
I've been fortunate for their appearances to me has always been vague...such as shadows, orbs, mysterious lights on the wall or just fast glimpses...
There are times when i see so clearly...
But then again...i can hear them... Maybe it's juz voices in my head, or the simple matter of the mind playing tricks on you... But you choose what you want to believe, i have my own faith...
God created everything in a balance...For there is day and there is night... For there is dark and there is light...For there is evil and for there is good...
And for there is the living and for there is the dead...
It's not always that i get to see or hear them... the last one being on a trip to ubin with friends, where an empty abandoned hut shows a different side to itself... Of occupants long gone to this world, yet still lingering at their former residence. Streaks of lights through the gap on the wooden walls, mysteriously broken by moving shadows... from the inside... It may just be some pranksters, but how can the front door be shut locked?...
It may just be the island heat...
But if it isnt...then what is it?...
In my childhood, when i was too young to remember things, parents and relatives of mine said that many incidents revolve around me. My grandmother recounted once, in an evening just after sunset, I started wailing for no reason. I started pointing to the wall, as if there was something there. The men of the house were not at home for they were at the mosque for evening prayers. ( I used to live just opposite a mosque, thus the convenience to frequent there every prayer time)
I was hysterical...they said. My mum continued saying i was very hot, as if down with extremely high fever. Grandmother was chanting some verses to me, and she said my late grandfather came home soon after. My dad, she said was working late that night. My grandfather sat down and sat a verse from the Quran, and i stopped crying, as if awoken from a spell.
Grandmother said alot more things happened as my grandfather was reading the Quran, but she says talking about it just gives her the creeps. She leaves it to my imagination to know what happened, but she said it was unforgettable.
Freaky?...I'm typing this alone in my living room and i'm scared...
I usually dun tell people of the things i see...for at this time and age, it's quite unbelieveable when a guy tells you that he has seen a ghost. So most incidents i keep to myself...
You may be sitting back screaming BULLSH*T as you're reading this, but you choose what to believe.
i saw something that i shouldnt have seen while on the bus to a friend's house quite late yesterday... It was very fast, very sudden yet so vivid... Could be because of fatigue, but something that clear couldnt be just my imagination... The bus was zooming past rows of trees of the expressway, but one tree stood out...Why? Coz there was someone standing next to it...
Does the description "woman with white flowy gown with long swaying hair" sound familiar to you?
I leave you now with words with advice... You may not believe in them, for you may not have encountered them... But believe me when i say that there are things out there that God created not for the human eye to see.
You choose what to believe...
Just don't look back...
