Knock knock.

The one sure-fire way to lose all peace of mind.



Random footsteps in empty halls.
Doors creaking open and shut on their own.
Chimes tinkling even when all the windows and doors are closed.
Anklet sounds pacing up and down in front of the stairs.
Knocking at the door.
Voices.
Shadows.

Imagine having a conversation with your housemate, only to later find out she hadn't been in the house at the time.
Who were you talking to?

After having lived with it for so long, its hard to differentiate whether things are really happening, or whether its all part of my imagination.

But when you hear anklet sounds pacing not an inch away from you,
and when it continues pacing even when you turn and look,
and when your housemate walks out of her room because she hears the same sound...
...would you say it was all imagination?





Over a month ago, when I said the penthouse was haunted...I hadn't been joking.
But somehow I doubt its ghosts we're living with.
Its something different altogether.
Its nothing to do with the house. It wasn't haunted when we moved in, and the house itself is not haunted now.



Do you believe in kena jampi?


~vid~