I had to sleep downstairs because my neighbour was staying over. My sis decided to join me. So I slept on the tilam while my sis on the couch. After my midnight snack, I watched Death At A Funeral. It's a comedy by the way. So whatever that was going to happen has nothing to do with my paranoia or fear or whatever.
I was done watching at about 3am. Then I plugged into my ipod. So I was listening to my songs when I thought I heard something from the dining room. I paused and listen close. Right then. I HEARD THE DOOR KNOB TURN.
I was pretty damn sure. I still am. It was abrupt. A quick but clear and sharp sound. I jumped out of my bed and woke my sis. We turned on the lights and stood for a while. Then I went to check on my maid and asked if she woke up or went to the bathroom or anything. No said she. I tried to open the door but I felt something push back.
Needless to say I freaked out a bit and thought to myself ' This is not a movie. Which means I'll probably end up hurt or dead if I try to do anything stupid which is often misinterpreted as heroic. ' So I went upstairs and knocked on my parents door. Told them the situation. By now almost everyone in the house is awake. Except for the babies and my neighbour. My dad handed me a stick and we waited.
My maid heard something and she saw all of us at the stairs so she went up as well. She said she thought I was in the kitchen. Obviously I'm not. At the time all of us were quite sure there was someone there. Though the alarm did not went off. Strange. Anyway we called the guard and police. Waited around 15 minutes for them to arrive. They checked the outside of the house and reported that there was no sign of break in.
So finally we turned off the alarm, let the police in to check the kitchen. He's a malay, young, tall, and surprisingly stylish. Heavy scent of cologne. Not in his uniform. No gun pouch or holder thingy. It's just sticking out at the back of his pants. I was nervous yet excited at the same time. Cause if there really was someone then he's so freaking screwed. Wouldn't that be a great story.
He pushed the door open and shone his flash light. Lights in the dining room turned on. Then he checked the kitchen, the bathroom, and the uhhh... cloth washing area. Not a single soul. Guess I was wrong. There was no burglar, no killer, no kidnapper, no rapist, no one at all. And I tried to push the door again like I did before. And I found out that the force I felt was actually like the spring of the door. Okay so we all chilled and went back to sleep.
Throughout the remaining few hours of the night I couldn't sleep well. Eyes opened wide for every slight sound I heard, or thought I heard. I know it's all like no big deal. But I'm freaking absolutely positive that I heard the door knob turn. Like someone trying to make it quick and snappy so no one would notice. Or. It could be something.
Plus kakak heard sounds in the kitchen. Though I wouldn't bet on that. My kakak um... she hallucinates things. No joke. She claims to see things. And sometimes I actually do believe her. Nonetheless, I know for a fact that I heard the sound with my own ears. And I heard it when I was alert, when I was wide awake. So what could it be.
a. Highly trained burglar who disabled my alarm system and dismantled my window and got out the same way they got it.
b. The wind
c. Kakak sleep walking
d. Next door neighbour
e. I heard wrongly
f. Something else
* Paranormal activity. Bad people. I don't know which is worse. *
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