Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26462338-20150604061608

I was never a believer of things like "ghost" or "spirits" not because I am a sceptic but because i cant bare the consequences of believing in them. If i believe in ghost, i can nolonger walk into a dark corners unafraid or stare into darks corner without thinking "it" stared back. But that all changed when i met my friend's mother. It's one thing hearing ghost stories from a friend and another thing to hear it from someone's parent. It gives it...more credibility... as suppose to just another foolish stories that youngsters past around. She told me many horrifying stories such as heads suddenly pop out from the chopping board while she is cutting vegetable, and then went back down or when her son was not exactly her "son" for a few weeks. But i wont go into details of all the things she told me because that would make this story long. Instead i want to focus on a story that happened to me that involves her. Be reminded, this is a real story, i am not making this up.

It was 2014, i am a designer working from home. Due to the many distractions back home, i decided to move out and instead move in with my friends (whom are rarely at home). It was a 3 storey terrace house, modern looking, 6 bedrooms with individual toilets. I shared the house with 4 other friends, Dan, Xian, Wei and Irene    (Names had been changed for privacy purposes) .We adopted a dog named Dragon. Since we just moved in, we decided to throw a little house warming party. Xian invited her office friends and one of them is named Alias. Me and Alias goes a long way back. We were friends since college. His mother litterally considers me their adopted son. Alias mother was the one who told me all those horrifying stories. She is very caring and very protective of her children so she normally do not allow her son to go out too late at night and would often call them to come home when it's past 10pm. In order to attend the party, he had to lie to his mom that he was in office for some "over time" work. It was late, the party went well and all of them went back including Alias so i decided to hit the bed. There were still alot of things unpack because we just moved in not long ago

Irene sleeps directly above my room. The next morning, Irene asked me. "Wow you are so hardworking, i heard u fixing your IKEA furniture late at night".

I wasn't.

No one was.

"But i heard screeching of metal-ish things, like METAL BARS scratching on each other," she insisted. Everybody swore that no one was doing any heavy duty work. We brush it off thinking it was just the neighbours.

One afternoon, i was alone while the rest went to work. i decided to reward myself with a   nap after successfully turning on necessary programs for my work. (I am a procrastinator). I had a dream...no...more like an out of body experience. I know the difference between out of body experience and a dream as it happen quite often to me. When its "out of body", everything you see is blurry and its very difficult to walk and you have a feeling that you are awake. In the "dream" i could hear that Dragon was barking outside, so i tried to go downstairs in the "dream" to check who was outside. The house in my country normally has like a iron grill in front of a wooden door. Wooden door are normally left open while the iron grill are shut. I can see outside of the iron grill was an Indian lady and two children lying on the floor. Dragon was barking at them, As i move closer they tried to grab my feet. I screamed "PLS WAKE UP PLS WAKE UP". I woken up. More tired than before i went to sleep.

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<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Dragon still barking.....

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">.....

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">So i drowned myself with work to distract myself from what was happening and before i knew it the barking stopped. At night i decided to go for a dinner with my housemates. Alias was there so i decided to tell him the story coz he seems to be the only one who can appreciate this type of stories. I told him what i saw and told him specifically that the girl was "Indian". There was a sudden shock in his face when i mentioned "Indian". And then he told me.....

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Remember the night during the housewarming party? When i went back, my mom knew i wasnt at work, because she dreamt that i was in the house. See, my mom never visited this house before, but she can successfully describe the layout of the house, how many floors it has, how many rooms it has, ....now the freaky part is, you know that there is a small door under the stairs for the storeroom? She told me next time when i go, dont go near the room with a small door, she doesnt know it was a store room, she just said a small door under the stairs........because............an indian girls lives in it.....she told me about the indian girl before you told me about your dream, i decided not to tell you guys because i am afraid u guys might freak out"

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">My face went pale. I was shock and a little afraid to go back. My friends decided to get some "witch doctor" to cleanse the place. (in my country "witch doctors" are more famous than priest)

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">We decided to go back home together. Out of curiosity, and since we are all together, we decided to open that small door to see what's inside.....

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">there it was....

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">lying there....

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">metal bars.....

<p style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">left over from construction. <ac_metadata title="Metal Bars (unreviewed)"> </ac_metadata>