"Skjbsdgfdfg, dkaskjfngknjfkgjneirurjfahhhAHHHHHHHHH!"

What.

The.

Fuck.

So, it's Friday the thirdteenth today.

Everything was going pretty fine, considering that it was supposed to be a doubly-unlucky day.

Yeah, 'pantang' what. I'm stupidstitious that way.

I don't walk under ladders.
I throw salt over my shoulders whenever I spill some of it, lest el Diaboles gets me.
I place utmost importance upon the numbers '2', '7', and '8'.
I arrange my room according to 'fengshui'.
I sleep without my blanket over my head.
I don't cross my chopsticks when I use it.
I study before a test.

Get my drift?

Still, the sheer existence of logic refutes this... phenomenon.

Okay, so I'm still rambling without EXPLAINING (gawd, one day you people should all just connect to a channel of my mind, where my thoughts shall convey the message), so I'll try to make this as painless as possible.

I saw a fuckin' ghost.

She was by no means fucking, literally (it would have put me off sex for a decade or two if she really was), but hell, it freaked me to no end.

So.

It was Friday, after choir. I went to dinner with the gang, then went home.

Beep, beep. 11pm.

It was almost midnight, so I had better hurry up- The prospect of turning into a pumpkin being the main reason. After missing my stop, I took the other way home, the path behind Rivervale Mall. Normally, this path would be alright- I would be walking past a convent school, for goodness' sake. Major ogling.

Not at 11pm, though. I'm not the type to be afraid of the dark- Little is known whether it's afraid of me, though. The night is just so peaceful- Ludicrious, but I'm one of those weirdos.

I was enjoying a slow stroll past St. Anne's church, enjoying the cool air on my skin-- Till the point when the hairs on my back are standing. Damn static, sia. So I brushed off that static thing off my back for a bit.

Hmph, static in the air? Must be rain soon.

I quickened my steps. It's not healthy getting caught in the rain at night. SYF was coming, too. No way in hell I'm going to get sick before then.

It was hella quiet, though. I just realised there were no vehicles, and that was a T-junction.

I looked up at the lit sign of St. Anne's church- No doubt another horrible pun about the Lord. A slight chuckle escaped- Only to be echoed.

EHHHH, echo?!

It was this very moment that I turned around.

CHEEBYE!

Yes, there was a face behind me. Apparently, it was female. Not disfigured or anything, but it was there. A blue hue surrounded her eyes. There was just something blue. Not green. Blue.

I yelped.

I turned around quickly, blinked a few times, then rubbed my eyes. Must be fatigue, la.

Nevertheless, my pace increased two-fold.

I must be tired, haha. Wow, choir must be taking its toll on me right now, I mean, I couldn't have...

The feeling of static was back.

Oh crap.

Up to this day, I still don't know why or how I managed to garner the strength to look back.


AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

I turned back again, as my quick steps increased to long strides. Nothing.

There is no abso-fucking-lute way that I could have seen what I did, right?

Right?

So there I was, running into the night, chanting pali scripture at breakneck speed.

I would have founded the Buddhist Olympics, or something. 400-metre sprint; screaming text from the Dhammapada.

Finally, there was the sight of my block of flat. And hey, vehicles!

Calmed down, and dialled any number I remembered at that time, hoping as hell that the person on the other line would pick up.

And by golly, was I lucky.

Thanks.

Still, this is a slight reminder to myself.

There is no fucking thing as ghosts.
There is no fucking thing as ghosts.
There is no fucking thing as ghosts.


Yep, sure isn't.

No such thing.

I'm not walking near that place at night anytime soon.

Oh yeah, happy birthday Adrian.