Walking into one of my friend 'new' house I have this strong sense that is very unexplainable. Death...many to as hundreds of death in that home---not my imagination but a strong sense of feeling I felt accordingly. Chills run through my spine and I really felt that I was walking in a shadow. I told my friend, "Al, I don't like the house! It just really creeps me out!" And Al was like, "Don't think too much girl! Cool out! I show you my backyard!" And when we got to the backyard, I could smell the dead. The foul smell fumed the yard to the point where I gag. I asked Al if he could smell that? And he asked, "what smell?" and I replied, "of a dead body" and Al replied, "Are you joking? I don't smell anything...lets go get something to eat!" And I replied, "No...I think I'm gonna go home." When Al heard that I wanted to go home Al shouted, "NO!" and the door swung shut behind me.
I glance at Al and asked why? And he replied, "because I want you" with a devil look on his face. The texture of his body has change into one of the most gruesome kind of creature that ever exist in the world. I fell back off balance on the floor struggle in fear...that gruesome creature strive its way at me as I got up running to the door. I tried to get out...but I couldn't...then all of a sudden a white flash of light appeared before my eyes. In my mind I'm thinking am I dead? Am I in heaven?
Later I heard a voice calling me...sounded very familiar...a familiar voice and as I woke up I realize it was the voice of my boyfriend. He said I fell asleep in the book room and I said, "Oh!" I later realize I was holding a book and it was one of ghost story book that I wrote in creative writing class in high school. I learned that I was dreaming about what I read and it was an amazing yet a horrific journey during a 30 minute nap!
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