Mamak Ghost Stories

Well, last night, after some wishful thinking, Rosheen called me up and invited me to one of our cyber-cafe-COD4-multiplayer-deathmatch at Blitzone which is just behind KDU college along the LDP. We, including Big Omar and John, started deathmatching on COD4 and I started getting annoyed by some prick in the game and got a little woozy after a while. We played for 3 hours and finally left for mamak for some good old ‘minum’ session. Note that it was already 1am when we got there.

The conversation was pleasant, we started talking about the game, and that prick and some other games, but before I knew it, Rosheen, Big Omar and John started talking about supernatural stuff and ghost encounters and shit like that. I was freaked.

Literally.

I wanted to just excuse myself and head back home, since it was getting late, but damn ghost stories freaked the hell outta me that I couldn’t leave. It went on and on till like 4am+ and finally we started talking about something else. Big Omar reminded me that once the sky started going a little blue, all the spiritual mumbo jumbo would be over. That calmed me a little…

Being all confident and singing along to the songs on my CD all the way back 5.30 in the morning could only do so much. I didn’t dare look at the side of the roads, getting nervous when I stopped at traffic lights, refusing to look at any houses on the way through USJ, glancing at the rear view mirror once in a while and freaking out when I heard a ‘thump’ from the back of my car, I was a nervous rack. I scurried back home, changed and jump into my bed once the clock struck 6am.

Once I woke up, I greeted the morning light with all my heart and promise myself not to be around when anyone starts sharing mamak ghost stories after sundown.

*sweat*