Spoo..spoo.. spoo..spooooooky!

Actually the incident of being 'pressed on' (ditindih) the other day is not the first time for me. I've had the same incident for quite a number of times especially when I was still living in my old house. In fact, there was this one time where I felt coldness in the room, as if something very cold was hugging me. Immediately I ran to my mom and slept with her that night.

Ever since we moved to our new house, this spooky incident only happened once in a while. But, somewhere last year, there were a couple of nights where, while I was sleeping, I felt as if the edge of the mattress where my feet were, was pressed on. It felt as if something was sitting on it. I told my mom. She then prepared some 'air yassin' and sprinkled it around the room. It was ok after that. Everything went back to normal. I didn't get any disturbance anymore until early this year... It was bizarre.. This is how the story goes...

I was exhausted. I went to places almost every weekend and this particular one I had to work on Saturday. Just my luck. I got home around 2pm. Then, after refreshing myself I started checking my emails of 2 weeks. So, it took me quite a while to check all my emails. Since I didn't want to be disturbed by my nephews (they like to play in my room), I locked the door. I was all alone. Just me and my laptop. The tv was off. I seldom listen to the radio. Just the sound of the cool air coming out from my air conditioner (yup, it needs to be serviced). After what seemed like one and a half hour, I then decided to have my forty winks. I had an appointment at 5, so a nap would refresh me. The room was quiet. I was flying high in the dreamland. My soul was being sucked deeper and deeper to the unknown. Suddenly, I heard a 'click'and I opened my eyes... "Yeah, kita bersama dengan artis yang seterusnya, Hattan dengan lagunya Cinta Si Rama-rama" The TV was switched on! I got up instantly! Looked around me. I was trying to find my nephews. Did they come in while I was sleeping? I didn't see them. I stared at Hattan. He was starting to sing his new number. I walked slowly to the attached bathroom. No one was there. Who switched on the idiot box? I stared at the door. It was shut closed. Wait a minute! I had locked the door! No one could enter my room without me opening it. So.... who switched on the tv? Because it is quite an old tv, the remote controller doesn't work anymore. I had thrown it away yearssssssss ago. I have to press the button on the tube to switch it on. I stared at the screen. My favourite band, Meet Uncle Hussein was singing 'Lagu Untukmu' now. It was a live telecast program called HITS from TV1. I knew this program but had never watched it before. I listened feelinglessly to MUH. I was still baffled. Who switched on the tv? Was I scared? No. Did my heart beat fast? No. I was just...... confused! It doesn't make sense. I'm still wondering until today, what triggered the tube. How did it self-activate itself? When I told my parents the next morning, Mak went quiet while Abah continued eating his breakfast. After like 5 minutes...

Mak : Sebab kamu banyak sangat berjalan sana sini. Pastu kadang2 balik sampai

lewat malam.. Mungkin ada yg mengikut.
Abah: Ish, ngarut je.. Entah-entah memang kamu dah on tv tu.
Me : ok bah, kalau ter'on' pun, kenapa after about 2 hours baru gambar dia keluar?

Silence.

Then I gathered the plates and mugs and washed the dishes.

It remained a mystery...