I hate the place i’m staying in.
Two days ago, i finally met the housemate who stays on the top most floor. In front of the gate.
We looked at each other, somewhat excitedly, we shook hands.
“Hie, I’m Michelle.”
“Hie, I’m Ringo. I’ve been wanting to meet you since three weeks ago.”
Apparently the housemates have the level of communication akin to that of algae with sea shells. Konon nya living under one roof. This house is almost dead. No telly set, no couch, no washing machine, no human touch. I pass by myriads of other houses in this vicinity that are radiating warmth and laughter, some decorated with Christmas trees in preparation for a happy, hot Christmas.
Something really scary happened last night.
I took of my clothes, stepped into the bathroom and turned on the water heater. I shivered and took one step back when tiny streams of cold water started trickling down from above me. I stood afar and waited for a few seconds.
The water was cold. The power light wasn’t blinking red. The heater wasn’t working.
I stepped into my room, dressed myself back in PJs and went outside the bathroom door to check the switch. It was on. What on earth was going on? First my internet connection was playing dumb, now the heater decided that i should go to bed smelling like a moldy cheese tonight? I can’t live without a water heater! However obnoxious the Malaysian weather is.
I went back to the heater, studied it intently trying to figure out what was wrong, then something hit me.
The water volume was turned to the minimum. My eyes widened and my heart was pumping heavier than the said machine’s built-in pump.
Taking a deep breath, I adjusted it back to maximum and pushed the power button. Hot, steamy water started running down.
It appalled me to near death.
“Oh my god,” i thought. I tried to calm myself and quickly F3 my memory registry in search for the action called “minimizing water volume”. No results found.
No. I don’t remember doing anything to the water volume.
“Oh. my. god.” i thought louder. Okay. This could only mean two things. And it was freaking me out.
1. I have a sleep-walk pattern that i wasn’t aware of. I would raid the fridge, steal my housemates kitkat bars and play with electronic gadgets in the middle of the night before i climb back to bed again.
2. Somebody has been to my room.
But since no one complained about their missing chocolate thus far, i stroke out the first possibility.
I called TT at 2.14am in the morning and so uncharismatically begged him to come over and stay with me. Come he did. But TT being TT, he only frightened me even more with his paranoia and all sorts of crazy explanations behind the mysterious self-adjusting water heater that transforms into a beastly mechanical rapist once the clock strikes twelve.
After all the Sherlock role playing probing into every tiny crevice that we believe wasn’t there the previous night, we were pretty convinced that, the water heater has, indeed, come to life.
I went to sleep. It felt good to know that there’s a living human right beside me.
The next day i woke up, i lodged a police report and shortly, the beastly water-heater was arrested, charged guilty with intrusion of privacy and sexual harassment, then electrocuted to death by a short-circuit water heater. And i lived peacefully ever after.
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What? All horror movies have an abrupt ending no? Hoho.
But what am i gonna do, honestly? I really dunno! Change the lock or something. Or bring Cheddie back here with me. At least she will bark or something when she senses a supernatural existence. No wait. Pets are normally the first cruel sacrificial victim to evil forces. No no no. Uh uh. But I can’t move out because i am pretty much all settled here!
Ok. Maybe it’s me being paranoid. I should sell the story to Stephen King and before i know it the novel would be a major film titled “Water Heater”.
LOL! I was thinking about an ‘unwanted presence’ in your room instead. I would be very very paranoid about it if I were you, Ringo. Really! I wouldn’t be thinking about another person in my room. Instead, I would think about some ‘thing’ in my room. =3
All the best to you!
whoops.. I was thinking.. Erm.. “someone” might have turned it to minimum volume.. whoops..
tu tu tu tu tu tu(x-files theme)
the nightmare b4 xmas..
deng deng deng~~~
maybe was just yourself who did it ler?
and u forgotten….. rite?erm.. or maybe….
tu tu tu tu tu tu tu(x-files theme)
hmm… it’s not a shared toilet rite?
then it’s serious ler… better change your lock!
whoa.. tats scary >
why you not staying in your own house? or yourparent’s house or sth? the hse where you used to stay lah. and bring cheddie along she will miss you!
Maybe a camera has been installed around the water volume nozzle area hahaha. I suggest you yourself install some CCTV in your vicinity? =P
vvv~~~ry scarrrry….
I have some 6sense, tis is not a safe place to stay.
Take care Cheesie, and yes, you should bring Cheddie alone. Dog will bark first before u see something.
Why not u move to TT place? Bytheway, i dunno who is TT.
When I first moved to my hostel the house mates were pretty unfriendly too .They didn’t even know the names of the other housemates that were living in the same house for a full year .
As for creepy encounters :O I always heard foot steps in the middle of the night ..when I open the door to check if it’s one of my housemates going out … nobody’s in the hallway ..Weird things happen when you’re alone .. get a little more paranoid over small things .Turns out ,it was the people from the floor above .
omg that’s really freaky!
a few days ago some machine in my house suddenly switched on by itself.
i can swear that nobody touched it. well. “someone” might have touched it.
it was already near midnight D:
i try not to think about it. tsk.
oh. haha. one time i swore my handphone wasnt in my bag.
Any hidden cam there? Better move out if there is sumthin fishy…
better still, make it into a b-rated movie
Really creepy…who else has a key to your room? There must be a logical explanation somehow…
if there is something to fear…then its people…not ‘thing’…ghosts don’t exist, period.
can your room be accessed by other people? it can’t be locked? or ‘someone’ else has the key? if yes, make sure u install a lock, it sounds unsafe to me…
Scary… Add locks, and get some self-defense devices ready by ur side kk
I believe paranoia breeds paranoia. You are believing what you want to believe. I believe this is ironic, you werent afraid of a very obsessed stalker from god knows where but you are of a water volume knob’s level which has changed.
Could it be the landlord who doesn’t want you to use too much water? Chessie, I know you said you are reluctant to move but feeling safe and able to have a good night sleep every night is important for your health so it’s worth thinking about moving to a better place even it may be troublesome . Just my .02 cent, take care.
isn’t refresh suppose to be F5? :p
wait.. F3 is recall? aiks.. the technology dumb me..
re: Stephen King, LOL…
but seriously sometimes we don’t pay attention to every little thing we do & we end up wondering, like “wth did i put my key?” or like in your case “who turned the water volume to minimum”?
fret not, it’s not an early sign of senility, though. :
BTW you should read this too –
I’ve had this stored in Info Select for a while, ran back across it and it’s so funny I had to share it. I don’t know who to attribute it to, but whoever he is, this one’s funny… The horror of blimps Last week while traveling I stopped at a Zany Brainy store and saw that they had a blimp for sale. It’s called Airship Earth, and it’s a great big balloon with a map of the Earth on it, and two propellers hanging from the bottom. You blow up the balloon with helium put batteries in it, and you have a radio control indoor blimp. I’d seen these things for sale in Sharper Image catalogs for $60-$75. At Zany Brainy it was on clearance for $15. What a deal! Last night my wife was playing tennis and it was just my daughter and I at home. I bought a small helium tank from a party store, and last night we put the blimp together. Let me tell you, it’s quite a blimp. It’s huge. The balloon has like a 3 ft. diameter. We blew it up with the tank attached the gondola with the propellers, and put in batteries. Then we balanced the blimp for neutral buoyancy with this putty that came with it, so it hangs in the air by itself neither rising nor falling. It was easy and fun, and then I blew up another balloon and made Mickey Mouse helium voices for my daughter. My three year old girl loved it. We flew the blimp all over the house, terrorized the dog, attacked the fish tank, and the controls were so easy my daughter could fly. Let’s face it, blimps are fun. Alas, the fun had to end and my daughter had to go to sleep. I left the blimp floating in my office downstairs, my wife came home, and we went to bed, and slept the sleep of the righteous. At this point it is important to know that my house has central heating. I have it configured to blow hot air out on the ground floor and take it in at the second floor to take advantage of the fact that heat rises. The blimp which was up until this moment a fun toy here embarked on a career of evil. Using the artificial convection of my central heating, the blimp stealthily departed my office. It moved silently through the living and drifted to the staircase. Gliding wraithlike over the staircase it then entered the bedroom where my wife and I lay sleeping peacefully. Running silently, and gliding six feet or so above the ground on invisible and tiny air currents it approached the bed. In spite of it’s noiseless passage, or perhaps because of it, I awoke. That doesn’t really say it properly. Let me try again. I awoke, the way you awake at 2:00 AM when your sleeping senses suddenly tell you without reason that the forces of evil on converging on you. That still doesn’t do it. Let me try one more time. I awoke the way you awake when you suddenly know that there is a large levitating sinister presence hovering towards you with menacing intent through the malignant darkness. Now sometimes I do wake up in the middle of the night thinking that there are large sinister and menacing things floating out of the darkness to do me and mine evil. Usually I open my eyes, look and listen carefully, decide it was a false alarm, and go back to sleep. So, the fact that I awoke in such a manner was not all that unusual. On this occasion I awoke to the sense that there was a large menacing presence approaching me silently out of the gloom, so I opened my eyes, and there it was! A LARGE SILENT MENACING PRESENCE WAS APPROACHING ME OUT OF THE GLOOM, AND IT COULD FLY!!! Somewhere in the control room of my mind a fat little dwarf in a security outfit was paging through a Penthouse while smoking a cigar with his feet up on the table, watching the security monitors of my brain with his peripheral vision. Suddenly he saw the LARGE SILENT SINSITER MENACING FLOATING PRESENCE coming at me, and he pulled every panic switch and hit every alarm that my body has. A full decade’s allotment of adrenaline was dumped into my bloodstream all at once. My metabolism went from “restful sleep mode” to “HOLY SHIT! FIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE OR DIE!!!! mode” in a nanosecond. My heart went from twenty something beats per minute to about 240 even faster. I always knew this was going to happen. I always knew that skepticism and science were mere psychological decorations and vanities. Deep in our alligator brains we all know that the world is just chock full of evil and monsters and sinister forces aligned against us, and it is only a matter of time until they show up. Evolution know this, too. It knows what to do when the silent terror comes at you from out of the dark. When 50 million years worth of evolutionary survival instinct hits you all at once flat in the gut at 200 mph it is not a pleasant sensation. Without volition I screamed my battle cry (which is indistinguishable to the sound a little girl makes when you drop a spider down her dress (not that I’d know what that sounds like,) and leapt out of bed in my underwear. I struck the approaching menace with all my strength and almost fell over at the total lack of resistance that a helium balloon offers when you punch the living shit out of it with all the strength that sudden middle of the night terror produces. It’s trajectory took it straight into the ceiling fan which whipped it about the room at terrifying velocity. Seeking a weapon, I ripped the alarm clock out of its plug and hurled it at the now High Velocity Menacing presence (breaking the clock and putting a nice hole in the wall.) Somehow at this moment I suddenly realized that I was fighting the blimp, and not a monster. It might have been funny if I didn’t truly and actually feel like I was having a legitimate heart-attack. On quivering legs I went to the bathroom and literally gagged into the toilet while shaking uncontrollably with the shock of the reaction I’d had. Unbelievably, both my wife and daughter had completely slept through the incident. When I decided that I wasn’t having a heart attack after all I went back into the bedroom and found the blimp which had somehow survived the incident. I took it to the walk in closet and released it inside where it floated around with the air currents released from the vents in there. I closed the door, this sealing it in, and went back to bed. About 500 years later I fell asleep. *** At about 7 am my wife awoke. She had been playing tennis and wasn’t aware that we have assembled the blimp the previous evening, and that is was now floating around the the walk-in closet that she approached. The dynamic between the existing air currents of the closet and the suction caused by opening the door was just enough to give the blimp the appearance of an Evil Sinister Menace flying straight towards her. This time the blimp did not survive the encounter, nor almost, did I, as I had to explain to my very angry spouse what motivated me to hide an evil lurking presence in the closet for her to find at 7 am. I can order replacement balloons on the internet but I don’t think I will. Some blimps are better off dead.
woah…aaron………..
cheesie…….relax………..i’m sure its really nothing…………. 🙂
hi cheesie, that’s really worrying. I’d be scared too if I were u.. being alone, a girl n all. Maybe you should give yourself some more time to warm up to the place. Do anything that’d make u feel safer, change the lock? double lock? But if u still do not feel at peace after some time, you might as well just move out.. for the peace of mind, and for your own safety. sometimes we should just trust our instincts. u r right to be keen in getting to know ur housemates, because they’d be the first to reach you if anything happens. anyway, good luck cheesie, and be careful.
woah…aaron….very entertaining story….
agree with a_x, perhaps its just your absentmindedness作怪, dont scare yourself.
try putting some powder in front of your doors. you will know when ppl try to go into your room. you should always get an extra lock which is not the original one. can’t really trust ppl nowadays.
heard of the news about the girl being video cam in their bathroom in malaysia??? better beware.
*gasp*
scary man!
i thought there is something freaky in your room.
rupa-rupanyer just a water heater.
xD
Happy Boxing Day and a Happy New Year. Didn’t know will be able to meet you in KY’s Christmas’ Eve party. You look prettier in person. Ki o tsukete ne.
Simon: Nice to see you too!
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