i shall blog about my horrible nightmare. -shudders-
she was carrying a stack of certificates in her hands, palms sweaty from the tight grip of the papers. she headed towards dhoby ghaut mrt station, because that was where her teachers would be stationed to sign her certs. the entire setting was ominous, and the dark and foreboding atmosphere that she was immersed in sent chills down her spine. perhaps it was the fact that she disliked the feeling of being at NEL mrt stations that made her uneasy. or perhaps it was because she didn't even know what she was there for - why she needed to sign those certs and why she was on her own - that added on to the growing sense of trepidation within her.
she entered the lift, alone. and all of a sudden, the lift rose up to level 88. she raised her head, and found the red numbers staring back at her with an evil smirk. it was so odd, level 88? just when she was feeling more perplexed than ever about the situation, she noticed there was a television screen within the lift. it was situated right above the number buttons, and it displayed something so scary, so incredibly terrifying that she lost all energy to even scream for help.
the view from the television was that of a surveillance camera monitoring another lift. it was a bird's eye view of a passenger taking another lift. right above the guy's head, just right above it, was a ghost suspended in mid-air, hovering around him in gleeful existence. the worst part captured was that the ghost was looking straight into the camera eye, directly into her eyes via the television screen. she registered those eyes before she took in the full view of the ghost's face. and the hideousness of that hollow face, it was just so ghastly, so striking, and so appalling she found herself waking up to reality with a startle.
even after she woke up from the nightmare, she found that she was unable to pry open those eyes of hers. something was tugging at her foot. or rather, someone was pulling her foot. immobilized by the thought that the ghost might after all materialize, she kept her eyes closed, refusing to let herself come face to face with this body from another realm.
it was only after minutes (minutes that passed so slowly) of coming to terms with the fact that she could not keep her eyes closed forever that she managed to allow those pupils of hers to register what exactly was going on. as she sat up straight, she could only utter "TSK" when she realized it was her brother, asleep in the lower deck of the bed, who accidentally hit her foot with his hand while sleeping.
haha! anti-climax, think im a lousy ghost story writer. but the nightmare was really really traumatizing. really. and it's quite rare that i remember my dreams (like the colourful baos dream which was horrifying too).
the ghosts in my mind, please go away?
