You know what scared the shit out of me while I was half way doing my previous entry on the eating place?
A sudden knock and followed by a few brushing sounds on my window.
I brushed it off because I was so into the eating place review.
You see, my bed is placed just next to the wall of the common corridor and my room is right beside the staircase so I could even feel presence if some things other than my plants are silently standing at a corner or hanging around at the stairs whispering on the phone.
A few minutes later, some chuckling(?) sounds followed by a long, low wailing voice, somewhat like crying or sobbing, came out of nowhere. (More …)
