Last night, my sis and I were still watching online show via my big tv. I complained to her for the noise above our ceiling. I told her, why on earth someone wanted to move or rearrange their things so late. The noise upstairs went on. I joked to my sis that we could complain to HDB. (haha, another complaining)
My sis paused fot awhile and gasped. She mentioned the ghost stories we used to watch. She added that almost ghost month. Come on, we're old for the nonsense.
I prayed around 1.30 am. I could still hear the footsteps upstairs. It was no big deal and I'm a big girl now. I am scared of nothing!
Later this afternoon, I am reading a book about Mother Teresa while listening to music. As I went on, I sensed a stinky smell. I even interrupted my sis with her tv viewing just to sniff me. I asked her to smell my bed but she couldn't sense anything strange.
I ignored and proclaimed that perhaps it was the air. Then, the scent surfaced again. I couldn't take it and went out to ask the house' maid to sniff me. She sensed no undesirable fragrance. When I went to my bed, the odor was still there as if it was sitting beside me.
This time, I was hysterical. I quickly changed for church and sprayed my cologne all over my bed.
Not again. Whatever it is... that dead rat smell maybe needed my prayers. I don't want to feel the unknown. Yet, they exists. The old experience again. I can't do anything for them but to pray that their souls may rest in peace.
