After crapping too much about [tag]exorcism[/tag] and watching way too many Haunting series on Astro, I actually see dead people last night.
OK, it is my own imagination runs wild. You see, toddler had been acting weird for the past few days because though he recovered from his fever, he was lethargic every day. He refused to get out of bed the whole of yesterday. Imagine waking up and still wanting to lie in bed till 3pm!
It got me worried so I called his paediatrician. He cannot convince me that my toddler is ok, just tired after a bout of flu. So he asked me to bring him in. After some examination etc, there is really nothing wrong. He is a Catholic like me so I dare not mumbled that ‘this is hungry [tag]ghost month [/tag]and my toddler pee-ed on those burnt offerings the other day when I wasn’t looking so I think he must have gotten some ‘dirty things’.
Not my fault ok, my toddler sardenly took out his kuku-bird and shee-shee while we were waiting for his papa’s car, just like people draw out machine gun and starts shooting. My apartment grounds have all those burnt offerings all along the perimeter where we were waiting. And of course, I didn’t ask him to ‘pai-pai’ pray pray because hey, I am a Christian mah. I only said ‘Excuse me’.
Actually, I had asked him (the doc lah) before about this sixth sense ‘I see dead people’ thing before once. Some Taoist nun insisted that my son’s (Vincent) soul was disturbing her in her red Kembara (which she used as the hearse). So, paed is sort of my spiritual cum medical counsellor. But I dare not push the ‘I see dead people’ theory so far mah.
Normally, when my toddler has night terrors, those suddenly, frigthening cries in the middle of the nights, I would do a little cross (using my thumb and draw a cross) on his forehead and asked Mother Mary to watch over him.
Manatau, last night, I betul-betul dreamt the most vivid [tag]dream[/tag]. I was in a lift with my toddler and when it opened, one guy and three female hantus, in black clothes with very pale faces were staring back at me. I know they are ghosts, ok? Like those Korean/Japanese hantus. So, I quickly lay my hand on my toddler (this one is not dream but I really reached out to him) and I started mumbling in my sleep, “In the name of Jesus, leave my son alone!”
Waduh, you say I siao (crazy) anot?Â So dramatic mya mimpi also got. And this is tagged humour and spooky (new category!)Â and nothing religious to it.Â And my toddler?Â He is still a bit tired abuden, the paed said he also lie flat on the sofa and not able to do anything when he was sick last week.Â Duh.Â There goes my RM25 consultation fee.
Careful people, when the elevator door opens, see that no one wearing all black with pale faces are staring at you.Â If you do, just say, “In the name of 5xmom, go die lah!”