The mobile alarm tingled; I woke up as the alarm my set at 6.30 am. I refreshed myself and began to do some light exercise. I always have a habit of doing exercise for fifteen or thirty minutes daily, and in some case, I don't do it on weekends. The factory starts at 9.00 am. I pulled over fresh clothes, I heard a faint knock on the door. I opened the door; it was Dai Aunty.
She wished me good morning and brought breakfast for me. I handed over the key to Dai Aunty, as she will clean the house. I left for the factory, there weren't much work, and the rest of the day, I chilled having cool talks with the factory officials. I returned to the house, and as usual the house was tidy, and the dinner was arranged on table. After the dinner, I called Torrie, and after our sweet conversation, I sat down to read the books.
I heard the faint knocks again, as it did the other night. I ignored it totally, as I was strung by the pair of sentences in the books. The knocks increased incessantly, as I could hear there was storm outside. The lights went off. Thankfully, the fire at the hearth was flaming, and I switched on the emergency lantern, which provided enough light. I looked at the watch, it was ticking at 21:30 hours. As I said, the knocking sounds were totally ignored by me. However, the knock was commencing, I knew that it would be a heavy gust of winds hitting against the house. I was immersed in the books.
All at once I stopped, there was a heavy silence, as it is felt in the cemetery. The sounds of the knock weren't heard, it was something bizarre. I felt that the house is shimmered for a while, the fire at the hearth was dancing and leaping. It made huge crackling sound; the crackle sound seemed to intimidate me. I rose and stepped towards the hearth, I had a feeling to glance at the opposite wall, where I have seen the shadows. I turned and stared at the wall, it was my shadow dancing on the walls, and besides, it was the high-backed carved oak chair. I walked ahead glancing at my shadows, and within few seconds, I saw a shadow sitting on the oak chair. I stared at the wall, I was feeling chilled, and I quickly turned towards the chair, and what I saw was bizarre.
I was a faint transparent figure of a man getting vamoosed, I could see the white outlines of the figure, it seemed that it was watching me. I stared at the chair for a while, I was perspiring. I tucked the handkerchief out of my trousers and wiped the sweat on my brow. I walked towards the chair. I was fumed, as I was imagining things. I deliberately sat on the chair, to make myself feel better. I glanced at the pictures shrouded by dust. "I wanna request Dai Aunty to wipe the dust off." I conversed.
I was satisfied sitting on the chair, and later, I went to sleep. That night, I was heavily dreaming. I was dreaming of gargoyles, and I was totally maxed out of dreaming.
