You know how we always hear about these ghost stories all the time right? A friend’s friend saw this or experienced this and all that. My friend Shaun likes to say that he thinks all this is just us making stories to scare ourselves because when you’re overseas like in London or something you really don’t hear that many ghost stories. You can be in one of the oldest cities and living in a building that is a few hundred years old and still nobody talks about ghost stories.
Either ways, I had never before experienced anything supernatural myself (and I’m happy for that). My Hello Kitty though had her share of experience when we first moved into the apartment. When we moved into the room downstairs she said she felt depressed and there was something in there so she ended up doing some kind of ritual her mum taught her to do.
I never felt anything though, until this day I’m about to tell you about.
It was the day I was supposed to leave for New York. My flight leaving KLIA was at 9AM so I had to leave home by 6.30AM. I set the alarm clock to wake me up an hour before. Some time in the middle of the night before that though I suddenly woke up to the sound of someone beside me breathing. You know how when you’re asleep, sometimes you’re snoring and sometimes you’re just breathing a little bit harder? This was like the latter. It felt as if there was someone sleeping right next to me.
I didn’t think much of it at first. I initially just thought that it was My Hello Kitty sleeping next to me until I remembered that she was in the USA and I was sleeping alone. So then my mind started to wake up a little bit. I wanted to make sure that I wasn’t just dreaming this and that I was sure I was fully awake.
I stopped breathing for a while to make sure that I wasn’t just hearing myself snore in my sleep. I held my breath for a few seconds but I could still hear the breathing sound coming in intervals and it came not from the air-conditioning or anything but from someone right next to me. I turned my head and looked to see if there was anyone next to me but there wasn’t anything there but Hello Yoda and some pillows. It’s like you could hear the breathing sound coming from that direction but there was nothing there.
Now I wasn’t particularly afraid or anything because I somehow believe that if you don’t disturb ghosts or spirits, they won’t harm you. In fact I still like to believe that there are friendly ghosts out there… you know, like Casper.
So I just decided to go back to sleep. I woke up later to the sound of my alarm clock going off. It was 5.30AM and the sound of someone breathing had stopped. I packed my bags and headed off to the airport.
So everyone, what do you think that was? Was I just imagining things?