Nightmares #2
Sunday, January 20, 2008
It was the next night after the 1st nightmare. I was again wasn’t able to sleep, due to the irritating noise out of my house. There were someone fixing the road, showing that the national election is approaching.
I was then again reading a book, called “Diary of a Rapist”. I am not a pervert, just trying to understand how a pervertic people think. However, it is not a good book, I consider. It was boring, nothing much but only some details description on the thought of a rapist, and some description on the act of rape. If I was the book critic, it would not be my recommendation.
Then it was another bunch of weird noise after the heavy machine out there was gone. First, someone climbed through the zinc pieces ( the one that people use as roof), then someone walked beside my house, at last the chicken in the barn behind my house were noisy. Apparently, someone disturbed them, and I believed it was the same person.
The series of strange sound aware me, and my heart beat goes up fast. I became nervous, worrying if there will be some robbery or what will happen to us. I was able to get a cutter along with me before I went to wake my dad up.
Then there was another series of noise which obviously not from only one person, but a whole group of people who were looking for something. Shouting, scolding, screaming, whatever related action you can think of, they were all here. They did the same thing as the previous person did, and got to behind of my house.
My dad opened a small slit at the window, and tried to peep to figure out what was going on. We dare not make any noise, so that we would not be realized and harmed by them. We hid when they shine to torch light towards the windows.
And we remained in silence until they were gone.
There was the sound of a truck, and walkie-talkie before they gone off. Concluding everything that I heard, my hypothesis (eeps, science language =x) was that, a drug addict had escaped and hiding behind of my house, then the polices came and captured him backed, sending him off by a truck.
My dad couldn’t sleep after that. And I’m feeling my burden again, to own a house soon so that we could move out as soon as possible. However, it seems to be impossible now as my dad was too old for a house loan, my sister wasn’t able to afford and I was still a student.
Money is evil.
I went on to the bed, and there comes another series of noise, of a woman’s screams…
( to be continue…)
