That's what I call today.
Jason is back!!!..hahahahahah
It may be about the movie or so, but over the years I've had my own share of Friday the 13th Fright Nites.
Let me start off subtly on what can possible go wrong on Fridays the 13th. Actually Nothing. But, there are things, in my own experience that has actually gone wrong and here I would like to render all those crazy happenings. It's all about things that go bump in the nights.
Some long time ago, I lived in a rented room belonging to a staunch filthy rich antique Sri Lankan widow in Taman Maluri. She was more like a fiefdom amongst her like-minded community. There were three rooms, upstairs, and mine was the centre room. The master bedroom was occupied by another colleague of mine whom, I SWEAR has his own version of fright stories.
During the nights, when I came back from my late outings, owing to tiredness, I would just sleep off without taking showers or washing myself up. This was a habit I now have got ridden off. Hoorayyyy! My late mother had always reminded; one should always wash legs before entering your humble abode. Hmmmm! She was right.
On such days, in the middle of the night or rather in theee weeee hours of the morning, I would be disturbed by heavy breathings in the form of grunts in my room. These grunts would be heard almost ringing in my eardrums. One day it got so bad, this breathing-grunts 'thing' juggled by bed prompting me to get up and fight it because I, fulamak, in my dumbest insanity, a few nights ago, had cursed and challenged it to show itself and fight.
There was a time, out of the blue, books would fall off from my book-rack. Water would go running in my built-in sink. And almost every other day when I'm visited or 'man-handled', Rover the mutt of my Sri Lankan landlord would bark his fur off. And mind you this is a dog so lazy and richly fed with butter and Marrie biscuits, would hardly bark let alone growl at anyone or anything. And the fact is, the barking and the rumblings in my room are always at 3 in the morning. They say evil lurks or jogs at 3 every morning.
I had often wondered how my landlady could sleep off with all those disturbances. Actually, I was in for a bigger surprise until I met the cleaning lady.
One day, the cleaner lady visited our half-cobwebbed filth ridden rooms. She's from India and moonlights as a washer woman on the week-ends. As she was cleaning my room, (courtesy of the landlady), with a tinged smile on her sweaty face, asked,
"How do you sleep in this room?"
I didn't quite understand what she meant by that but I said. "Ok, why?" She laughed whilst cleaning my grey-turning-black sink.
"Don't you know about this house?"
Honestly, I know crap about the house as I had just moved into Taman Maluri and into this 'haunted' house like 6 months ago.
I said, looking startled, "No."
"Ohh!" she giggled and goodness like a banshee. "She never tell youuuuuu."
Tell me what, I pondered.
She said, "Her husband hang in master bedroom."
"WHATTTTTT THE....!"
I, at that moment swear must have looked like Bobo the Owl.
So much for my room and that house in Taman Maluri. Years later, after I had moved out, I came to know of another tenant living in the third room had actually bought the house.
Good Luck Kumar. He's now a CEO. Hahaha...
Psstt..Am saving the other Fright Nite stories for other chronicles.
++ anyway, all things being pleasant now, here's me wishing my sister Many Happy Returns of the day. It's her birthday TODAY.