How I dealt with a poltergeist.

If you've read my previous entries, you'll probably would've known by now that I pretty much wasted this long semester holidays. Instead of doing something constructive and money making, I play Ragnarok Online game.

That game is friggin addictive! Far more addictive than Mafia Wars.

I thoroughly enjoy playing that game to the extent that I messed up my sleep cycle playing that game.

There was this one day I drank three glasses of coffee WITHOUT SUGAR just to stay up till morning playing that game. Ever since that day, I sleep at 6 am after Subuh Prayer, wake up at 1 p.m for Zohor, play the game till 6 am, then sleep. I've been repeating this cycle since the start of the holidays.

When you stay up through the night, you'll get to see stuff. Fishy Stuff.


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While I did enjoy playing that game, what happened last two nights totally scared the hell out of me.

After returning home at around 11pm from 7-11 buying a can of Nescafe Ice, I immediately played the game. Playing game with coffee on the side, it can't be any better than this.

It was 3 a.m. My can of coffee is half drunk. It stayed on the side of the table the whole time. I was feeling a bit thirsty, so I went to grab it.

The can of coffee somehow GLIDED OUT OF MY REACH and stopped at about 30 cm from where it was supposed to be. I was so damn thirsty I just grabbed the can and drank it till it was empty, only noticing what had just happened a minute later.

That was creepy. That can of coffee should not have moved. Hell, by laws of physics, it couldn't have moved!

WHATEVER HAPPENED TO NEWTON'S FIRST LAW??

Whatever happened to all static object will remain static or moving object will remain moving unless external force is applied????


This is not funny.


I just drank the ghost.


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It was creepy.

I recited some Doa, and while I was reciting the Doa, I remembered that I hadn't performed Solat Isya' yet. So I performed my Wudhu' and performed Solat Isya' at 3 am.

After giving the Final Salam, another strange thing happened. The door to the living room suddenly shook and rattled as if somebody's trying to get in.

It was 3 a.m and somebody's coming? That's a whole lotta BS.

It must've been the mates of the ghost that I just drank coming to take revenge on me.

So I turned on the TV, set the channel at MTV. Pussycat Dolls' "When I grow up" was in the air.






God, I hate that song.

But I didn't change the channel. I was too lazy to bother reaching for the remote next to my mouse.

Then, the door shook again. This time, it was LOUD. I guessed they meant business.

I ignored the door and raised the volume.

As suddenly as the door came shaking, it was just as sudden that the shaking door subsided.

Strange.

I didn't know GHOSTS HATE Pussycat Dolls as much as I do.