The visit to the mental hospital was good. I had alot of fun, truth be told, though I was freaked out.
The crew at the Grange Road Mansion
Last night, we visited the Old Mansion on Grange Road – That is what it’s known as. Before completing such a humongous feat, we decided to meet up at Newton to have our dinner. Ally, Aruna and I arrived at Newton terribly late because we had to take a bus that took approximately 1¼ hour. Sam and Nas were the only ones who stick to their word and arrived at the MRT station on the dot. Sarah, however, was nowhere to be seen when we arrived there. When she arrived, we quickly made our way to the food centre. Contributing approximately eleven bucks each, we ordered scrumptious dishes (only as few, I’d say). Seafood was mostly preferred with the likes of baby squid, cockles, stingray and ‘gong gong’ but for someone like me, they ordered a small plate of sweet and sour chicken to go with the salted fish fried rice. Once we were done, we made our way to the final destination of the night, that is (Aruna will hate me for being so pessimistic).
At Grange Road, the moment I saw the house, I freaked out. I was so damn frantic that I started wearing my amulets. I guess I was the only one scared outta my wits. Eventually that wasn’t the actual house; the haunted mansion was behind it, hidden amongst large trees and bushes. I have to say I hated the fact that I was at the back. It wasn’t helping me lose my fear at all. Once in, I expected to hear strange stuff and see things. I was kind of prepared but I really had no intentions to be visited by the dead. We roamed the whole house and even the back part of it (that was where the rest sighted them) but I couldn’t see or feel anything – maybe I was too afraid to allow myself to see or feel anything. In short, I wasn’t affected at all. It would not have been scary had I been a religious person like Sam, but knowing that I haven’t committed much time to my religion, not being affected initially seemed highly suspicious and ultra-scary to me.
Not to be complacent or anything, I kept assuring myself that I must have seen something similar to what other saw but to no avail. Baffled and anxious, I reached home, only to be told by sister that I smelt like Jasmine flowers. I was like “Shit” I knew I wasn’t feeling good about this but being related to a commonly-used scent in Indian households was over the limit. I had a quick and thorough bathe and went online to chat with the others. Almost everyone was freaked out by what they saw and felt. I felt like the dejected one. At least they had a reason to be afraid – they saw something! I, on the other hand, was scared to hell by technically nothing, and with a bugging feeling that makes you think that something wasn’t right (it ain’t the best moment to be proud of, innit?) How am I to overcome this fear if I couldn’t get to the root of the problem??? When I asked everyone to just recount what they felt or saw so at least I would be rooted with fear with a reason to behold my behaviour, everyone went like “kiki, action ah!” and “don’t be so complacent”. I was speechless. When have I ever bragged about anything I have done (in a serious tone), that I would brag now? I don’t know whether they were joking or serious, but I lost my cool (first time in ages) and told them off. Now I regret. I think they might have been offended and I want to really apologise to them as soon as possible. I hope I don’t lose them. I don’t know what’s seriously happening to me; I’m losing my patience a tad too often. I couldn’t sleep last night because of that feeling (the ghostly thing).
This morning I woke up cranky because I didn’t have enough sleep. Another matter was also nagging me bad. What do I do, man!