I am freaking out, just when I am trying to type another chapter. I had to leave my room. It’s so hot and the fan wasn’t functioning. I had to go the other side of the second floor where I can use the ceiling fan and I just resting my hand at the wall. It’s a wooden wall and it is so thin. My house is build half wood and half stone like traditional house we had in Malaysia. The second floor had three rooms and only one room is occupied by me while my other family sleep on first floor. The first room is beside the ceiling fan area where is an open area where we usually used as second living room but its empty with few carpet and nothing else. The middle room that act as my bedroom, my study and everything I had to do including reading rated fic here. I have always stay alone upstairs so I don’t feel afraid or what. I just turn on the lamp and the fan and start working with the story with IU’s song playing on my laptop. I am leisurely leaning my body at the wall with the cool air from the fan breezed on my hot body. The dogs always barking and howling like crazy at night but it is not something that is unusual to me. Every night they did that but I can’t just go to them and plastered their freaking loud mouth with those eww.. saliva. I just had to turn on my mp3 every night so I can sleep in peace with Shinee’s song in my ears.. it just that suddenly someone or to be correct something is knocking at the other side of wall in the first room where I am leaning my body at. Right at my back and I froze as I look at the clock at my laptop. It just 11 thirty before midnight and I slowly creep up before turning off the lights and the fan and start running downstairs with my laptop still opened. But then I just have to cursed myself for leaving my cell phone at the place I have been leaning my back. I just have to straight my back. I still can feel something knocking and it is freaking me. Damn that thing always bothered me but usually it always after midnight in my house when that thing bothered me and it never when beyond that noisy noise and sudden big crash at my door room in 3 o clock. I always ignore it. It doesn’t scare me much. Beside the house just beside my house is more freaky and it is more scaring me when I still living at the school dormitory. It worse and more freaking and disturbing than what I have just experienced and I have seen something more freaking or hear more in the school at night but this night is disturbing me. I still feel can feel the wall and something knocking it at my back and I AM freaking out. I am typing it as I can’t tell my mom. Or she will just say I just go sleep downstairs with my other sibling and I can’t do that. I can’t sleep with my brother snoring and my sister rolling around and rolling on me. She is always moving in sleep and I don’t want her leg to end up on my face in the morning and I stuck at the stair typing this. This is so frustrating. My back feel weird and I can’t even help myself by leaning anywhere and pout alone. My back is aching and I had to play with my laptop typing and the battery is going low and low and I am cursing myself cause I don’t bring the plug with me. I am praying that my eyes will go sleepy but it won’t and I am cursing and cursing. Aishh, I hate it that I can’t tell anyone and just had to post it in my blog. I hate you, freaking thing. Stop BOTHERING me. Not in my house. Not in my room and not in the school or my would be college. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is so bothering me and I hate it. I hate it that I can’t finish my story and just had to post another chapter that I have finish tomorrow at the internet café. The chapter I am writing is not done and I am disturbed. My mind can work to do the chapter like all the story I have planned swept out my head. THIS IS FRUSTRATING you know. I don’t really want anyone reading this and sighed on how whining I am but I can tell anyone around me and I know mom believe me but it just something that she said just ignore it and some of my friends think I am freak for it while few know what am I talking about. They of course some of my dormitory mate or the hostel mate. The girls that sees it, we believe it because we saw and we just have to ignore it because we know it exist and the outside world just think it just some crap that the girls who are telling lies are creating lies but once you sees it you will have to just believe it exist. Sometimes you just had to believe that girl’s school ghost stories really exist and not some bunch of story create so that we can scare ourselves. While the hostel warden just have to think that the lesbian issues is MORE important than the student’s safety and I am relieved that I had graduated from the school already. Five years I had to endure it and now I just have to bother in my school. No one care what I have been through and they just have to say I am the lone wolf. I hate that thing and I HATE it. I can’t sleep and I can write any story and I just write this thing and I will just whine and whine… TT-TT. I don’t like it.