I have not been posting up any reviews on products the past couple of days. I am not lazy, but maybe just a tinge of procrastination.
I am working on a post on 100% Pure. Besides Bud Cosmetics, I found another local seller for this brand & have been granted access to the office to snap a few shots of their fruit-pigmented cosmetics. =D The post should be up by next week. And also a little something special where it can be potentially kinky. hahaha…
It is totally irrelevant to the title of this post though.
The topic I want to touch on today is about all things that spook us out at night. Things that turn us to a shade of pale. I had blogged a little about spooky encounters in my previous post HERE. Now, this is like… part II.
*cues Twilight soundtrack*
One night, we were watching a rerun of this Japanese ghost film on TV & it got us into the topic of ghosts. Then me & Gigi thought it would be funny to take photos of ourselves & photoshop it to look like spirits. So I acted out as a long-haired ghost & then we photoshopped the photo to make it look more haunting.
In the end?
Not funny at all.
On that very night, I dreamt that I woke up from my sleep & I was in my bedroom. Then right outside my door, there was this lady dressed in a red chinese dress, staring at me.
Her feet were dangling about a few inches off the ground, but her neck would tilt to the side like she was hung from a rope on the ceiling. And she would swing left & right… left & right… left & right… while staring straight at me. My whole body felt frozen. With fear.
*screams hysterically in my head*
I think it was a good 10 secs of her swinging in the air until I woke up from the dream feeling darn relieved that it was nothing but a dream.
But then, I had the same exact dream for the following few nights. She would always stare at me. And I get the feeling that she wanted to come into the room. *deep breathes*… I felt so odd about this whole situation that I told my family about it & you know what my Daddy said?
He said nonchalently, “oh maybe it’s because you kept pretending to be a ghost & a real ghost passed by & thought that you are her friend“… LOL!!! OMG DADDY?!?!?! Ok, it was freaky yet funny at the same time.
Mummy looked worried & said that maybe I accidentally ‘attracted’ spirits when I photoshopped all those creepy photos of myself… or maybe they felt that I was making fun of them. So, she told me to “better delete all those photos“.
WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I SWEAR IT WAS JUST OUT OF MISCHIEF!!!!!
Gigi was so freaked out that she screamed, “SHITTTTTTTTTTT!!!! AND I’M SLEEPING IN THE SAME ROOM AS *JIE JIE (*big sister)!!!!! MAYBE SHE’S (the lady ghost) ALSO LOOKING FOR ME, HOW?!?!?!?!” And immediately turned on the PC & deleted everything.
I did not dream about that hanged lady after that.
Strange. Was it psychological? Or something more?
There was another time when a group of friends were staying over at this guy’s house for the night. Let’s call him El.
That night, I dreamt that I was in the same room in my friend’s house & sleeping on the same bed beside the same friends around me. I looked up & saw an old granny in front of me. She had uncombed white hair, a long skinny face & was wearing this purple polka-dot matching outfit. As I looked at her face, I saw that she did not have eyes. They were just sockets.
She then leaned over to touch me & I jerked myself up from the dream.
At first, I laid there feeling a little confused. Then wondered what the hell happened. And finally my nerves got the better of me & I turned around to poke the nearest friend to me, attempting to wake her up.
She stirred & mumbled “dun disturb“.
So I turned to the other side & shook the other friend. He moved a little & before he can tell me “dun disturb“, I blurted out “wake up I’m very scared“. And you know what this kind friend did? He opened his eyes briefly & told me to tell him tomorrow morning. (-_-) Thanks, ah.
The next morning, that kind friend asked me what happened last night. So I told him about the old granny. Everyone was spooked. But the real scare came when El asked me if the old granny looked like his father & what she was wearing.
I said “no, your father’s face is so square. The granny’s face is long & skinny”. And I told him about the purple polka-dot outfit.
El then told us that he always hear strange noises in the house. Like furniture moving or a glass being moved right in front of his eyes or the radio would blast on its own. Then he said that the old granny I dreamt of sounded like his father’s mother – long skinny face. And the outfit also sounded like what she was buried in.
The first thought that came to my head was… … … … …
“YOUR HOUSE IS HAUNTED & YOU STILL ASKED US TO STAY OVER?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!”
So, if you are staying in Woodlands near the Republic Polytechnic, you might be neighbours with the purple polka-dot granny.
Why am I blogging about encounters with the 3rd kind?
I had a dream last night that stirred up some of these memories for me.
I was about to drift off to sleep when I was woken up by a soft female voice under my bed going, “help… help me…. help“. I opened my eyes & waited to see if I heard anything again. Thankfully, none.
Not that I am superstitious or anything. But I do wonder if there is life outside of the world we know. Was I really dreaming & everything was just a psychological effect? Or do spirits try to reach out to us humans?
Until today, I still remain a skeptic on these kind of stuff. Despite the fact that I have encountered creepy coincidences, or the few times when young Buggy walked toward the car & suddenly swerved around to stare into blank spaces then told me he thought he saw someone’s reflection in the car window.
And that one time when I sat in a homemade swing at home & mentally saw a figure standing behind me. That gave me enough goosebumps to immediately jumped off that swing & sit with my family in the living room. Then Gigi got out of the shower & sat in that same swing & she jumped off, saying “eeeee i feel like someone is watching me from behind“. Really? Shit. Me too.
I was previously working in the entertainment service industry & closing hours were always late into the night. During my time there, several of my male staffs would repeatedly mention that they would hear a strange creaking sound in the male restroom at the far end of the cubicle.
I kept brushing them off, thinking to myself that they were just trying to scare me because I was always the last person in the building to lock up & leave.
Until one of my good friend told me that he wanted a part-time job to pass his time & started to work for my team.
One closing night when I was on duty, he came in & told me about the same creaking sound. This time, I decided to go & check it out. Cannot be that my own good friend would gang up with the rest & scare me, right?
As it was already closing time, I grabbed a torchlight & walked into the empty restroom.
I got down on my knees to look underneath all the cubicle stalls. Then I inched my way towards the far end of the cubicle & there it was. A slow loud creaking sound.
I pondered if I should just forget it & return back to my office, but the curious cat in me wondered what that sound was. Would curiousity kill the cat?
Honestly, I half-expected a hand to reach out & grab me or see something ghostly, resulting in:
a) peeing in my own pants
c) die from shock
d) screaming out of the restroom like a banshee
e) running frantically towards the main door but hit a wall instead & die from concussion instead of fright
f) all of the above
But I had to find out.
And my good friend, being very kind, also did not follow me to the restroom & stayed behind in the office. Why do I have so many kind friends? I dunno.
After standing at the end of the restroom for a couple of minutes, I heard the sound again! It was right on top of me!!! It was freaking just next to my ear!!! My eyes slowly… slowly… slowly looked up towards the ceiling.
And I saw…………………….
… the automatic air freshener that squirts out bouts of fragrances every few minutes.
The mystery was solved.
I returned to the office as the hero who saved the day. Every one of the boys looked embarrassed. And of course, I did not tell them that I almost went into epileptic shock.
So is this all in my head? Do ghosts exist?
That’s what I want to know, but do not want to find out.
Have you encountered similar situations?
Are there are ghosts living among us?
Tell me your creepy story.