Saturday, October 29, 2011

Chapter 9

The lounge was lit by candles as electricity never returned. It was cold, and they lit the fire place for warmth and light. The wind could be heard, violently trashing the branches and trees against the door. The winds sounded like a giant whistling every now and then, sometimes making a shrill. The drops of rain also deafened their ears.
“Where are they?” Ka Phin asked, referring to the 3 boys who went into the storm.
“Maybe they got caught up. It’s difficult to see,” Julian explained and he took a peek at the window. All the assumptions, trying to rationalize everything has made all anxious and annoyed at the same time.
The clock chimed again and a crashing sound came after it stunned all. It was Wendy, throwing one of the logs onto the huge clock.
“I can’t stand the sound of it,” Wendy explained, and returned to her place.
For a moment, Julian had taken his eyes off the tower and return to look at it after. What he discovered was the light was travelling slowly to each floor, as if someone is walking down the stairs with candle fire.
“GUYS!” Julian yelled.
“What? Are they here?” asked the rest and came next to Julian who pointed at the water tower.
Those who saw had shivers ran down their spine.
“Someone is here!” Saiful cried and started to panic.
“May...maybe its them,” Julian explained.
“It can’t be, they would have come here. Why would they go to the tower?” people started questioning.
Lightning struck and the lounge was bright for a moment, long enough for Wawa to see the dolls were nicely arranged on the reception table like it was before.  She screamed her lungs out, and triggered a hysteric cries from all. Everyone’s nightmare did not end. They scrambled to the door to run away from the mansion but another lightning struck in front of them, too near to be true. It was as if a force prevented them from leaving the mansion. All of them backed away, into the lounge but far away, they could see a staggering figure coming slowly their way.
“Its the killer!” Saiful yelled and ran behind his collegues.
“,” Julian said and gestured for everyone to stay calm, “He looks familiar,” Julian said and squinted his eyes. 

Monday, October 17, 2011

Chapter 8

Chapter 8
Dawn came upon them hours ago, but the skies were dark and the sun was hidden behind the heavy clouds which bears rain. The storm did not subside since yesterday, and they were anxious for the delivery boy to come and bring them to civilization.
“Can he come in this weather?” Wendy asked as she walked towards Hua Chien and Steve. Both boys were staring at the outside compound while resting their shoulders at the hinge of the main door. A lightning struck followed by monstrous thunder urge the three to close the door and join the others. They were sitting in circles, hugging and whispering among each other.
“Can we leave now?” Saiful asked, irritated and impatient to leave the mansion.
“Why don’t all of us just go to the jetty?” Wendy suggested and continued her reasoning, “it’s better than just staying here.”
“In this weather?” Sam asked.
“Well yeah, or would you rather stay here?!” Wendy clearly agitated by the situation started to snarl at those around her. It was an understandable response, many were like her.
After much discussion, they decided to leave the mansion. Hua Chien volunteered to start the engine while others got their things ready without checking the remains of the fallen friends. No one had dared to even take a peek. But their plan did not took place. Hua Chien came in with a horrified face, to which many were curious of.
“What?” Nik asked.
“The was slashed. We’re stuck here,” Hua Chien reported. “Harry must have done it last night!” Hua Chien kicked the flower pot and it broke into pieces. Everyone was dead silenced.
“Why don’t some of us walk to the jetty, for help? We promise you, we will bring help. Harry is dead. You guys are safe, so just sit tight,” Shafiq suggested and asked for volunteers to follow him through the storm. Hopefully a ship may come and call for help. It probably isn’t the best idea in the world, but they were desperate.
Shafiq, Hua Chien and Menn got ready to move through the storm. There were only 3 poncos available.
“If you guys can’t find anything, please come back before night fall. Walking distance could take hours and you don’t want to get stuck in the dark. We can’t afford to lose more,” Ka Phin said and the three men nodded in agreement.
Off they went into the rain and most that remained in the house watched till they disappeared from sight. Sighing, and praying, the group sat in circle whilst Susan tied and seated against the reception table. The clock chimed every now and then but when the sun seemed to retire, they were worried. Their friends did not return.
“Where are they?” Saiful asked.
“Maybe they're are lost or something,” Sam responded.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

The simplified Story of my life

Once upon a time, there was a baby girl.

They named her Siti Nadiah for some reason =.=". My parents fancied the name Nadia, taken from Nadia Comaneci, a famous Gymnast i suppose. *googles* Yeah, quite famous. =.=" 

See, her parents expected her to be as graceful as this famous Gymnast...Lol...
But expectations doesnt necessarily come true eh?

Ada la potensi juak maok jadi ayu time goes by...

Very the...

  (My first Violin performance)
 (First time wearing the Iban Traditioal Attire:::::Horror na muka aku)
 (Taekwando Sparing. I'm Red, i can't remember who the other girl is)
 (Singing Perfomance with....uh...Dewi, and Mariana? I'm not sure. I'm  the shortie one)
 (First performance in the drama/sketch: I'm in dark blue, seated in the middle, playing as Sultan.)
This sparked my interest in theater/drama/sketches
Another blurry photo 

( The four musketeers....Me, Amy, Lea and Farid )
(Primary 6)

(Nampak masa depan)

Sigh, so lazy to elaborate. Don't even know why i'm posting this anyways.....Just bored i guess. Nasibla...urgh... 

Thursday, October 6, 2011


when u dun sleep the whole night, previous events can be confusing. like now, i cant remember what i did today, i mean yesterday. lol.
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Monday, October 3, 2011

Chapter 7

A sudden chime rattled the group and again panic ensues. The clock told them, it was 11pm, a long time to wait for sunrise.
“Everyone calm down!” Shafiq yelled at the top of his lungs. Everyone fell silent and the only thing they could hear was the rain and Aine’s sobbing.
“We have to stay together. Tonight, we will stay here in the lounge. No one goes anywhere and if you do, you go in groups of five. Do you understand?” Shafiq asked the terrified crowd and saw nods directed to him as a sign of acknowledgement. He moved to the reception table with Zainal and Nik. They glance at the dolls and counted that there were 26 of them, including the four damaged ones.
“There’s only 26 dolls right? So we’re not the target,” Susan said from behind. The whole exchange could be heard by the group and many formed speculations.

“That means that the target is us. Come on, this is premeditated. Someone planned to kill us cohort four. It could be you!” Ah Sze accused Susan. “That’s right. 26 dolls and you guys should not be in the list. You were down here, all alone when Nad and Sze Ern was killed. You have no alibi,” Zainal said and was interrupted by Harry.
“Now wait just a minute!”
“No! You have the time, you knew we were coming! There is no way a psycho would prepare 26 dolls...not if he knew” Olivia fought back.
By now, a majority of cohort 4 had their suspicions onto their hosts, the petite young lady and the giant.
“Look at him! He can easily take down two girls! Tie them up!” Nik yelled and all the boys rounded the two up. The girls and Saiful huddled, and moved away.
“Harry!” Susan cried and hid behind Harry who in turn took out a pocketknife to fend himself. The knife sparked intense fear and insanity.
“He’s going to kill us!!”Ah Sze yelled and some of the boys took onto them weapons, wood and iron tools from the fire place in the lounge, folded chairs, and anything they could find.
“No! No! He’s innocent! He was with me! NO!” Susan pleaded but even a huge man such as Harry could not fight against many men. He swung his pocket knife but barely caused any real damage to the frenzied crowd. Finally, unbeknownst by whom among the crowd, Harry was struck on the head by a folded chair. He fell to the floor and bled through his ears. Although he was down, they kept hitting him till he moved no more. One of the boys kicked the pocketknife and kept it away.
“Harry!” Susan yelled but she was then tied by Nik and Sam, and placed her against the reception table where he stood before.
“Are we safe now?” Wawa asked. Aine’s cries were getting louder and louder. Many of the girls closed their eyes for the scene they had just gone through was terrifying. However horrifying it was, they sense now that they are free and safe.
The boys were shaking and shivering. It was not because of the cold, but because perhaps they had taken a life. They reasoned that they had to do it. It was either Harry or them, to kill or be killed.
When they had calmed themselves, the boys dragged the body into the freezer to make sure he is locked, even though they were sure he is dead. 

At the freezer, Visha’s body lay frozen and so was Edmond’s. A stab wound was noticed at Edmond’s neck and Menn compared the pocketknife from Harry to the wound.
“It’s him. Look at the size of the blade and the wound. It matches,” Menn pointed out. Shafiq nodded in agreement, and the boys felt relief and assured that they had the real killer. Remorse was slowly diminishing amongst themselves as their actions are now justified for sure.
The clock struck twelve and chimed the happiest tune. Everyone waited for sunrise and thought of home. There are 5 bodies and a murder accomplice they have to explain to the police once the delivery boy comes and bring the police in. All will be well. Thoughts of their dead friends soon filled their heads and finally, they grief. The entire night in the mansion was filled with sobbing, sniffs, and cries – including Susan’s.  

Disclaimer: This story has nothing to do with real people (merely borrowing Cohort 4 as my characters) or events. It just came out of my sick mind. Lol. 

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Chapter 6

The sight that greeted them led all four to take a step backwards. A rope was tied to the beam of the ceiling, and the end were a tangled and bloody figure whom Ambun soon recognize was Sze Ern (lol). Her mouth was gagged and she was hung upside down with blood oozing from stab wounds, and dripped so much that a pool of blood were forming beneath her. Soon, the four realized they were stepping on it.
When that was not horrifying enough, they realized Sze-Ern was still conscious. The blood had gathered into her head, thanks to gravity, which had kept her conscious the entire time. Frantically, Ambun tried to free her of the ropes. Julian took shards of glass that were lying around and tried to cut her down.
“What was that?” asked Menn from behind and his questions were answered when he saw Sze-Ern, now free. She was lying on the floor, face pale now as the blood drains from her head. Ambun and Julian tried to stop the bleeding but the wounds were too many for two pairs of hand could handle. Blood still oozing between their fingers as they tried to put pressure on the wounds. Not long after, Sze-Ern exhaled her last breath.
“Sze-Ern! Sze-Ern!” Ambun yelled. “Who did this?” he asked, shaking the lifeless body for some answers he knew would never come. (man I’m sick)
“Nad? Where’s Nad?” Julian asked. The five, now including Menn who had just arrived when he heard the scream, scanned the area. However, a closed door, unlike the others caught their attention. Menn gathered all his scattered nerves and headed for the door. When he tried to open it, it was blocked by layers of bricks. He could not see clearly but with the aid of the torchlight he was holding, he could see blood smeared all over the wall.
Ambun, now able to get into his senses came behind Menn. He took a look and another horrifying image is embedded in his head. With two torchlight used to light the room, it became clear that a body was dismembered. It was cut vertically, and Nad’s half face with the rest of her body lay on the floor. Her eye was open, staring blankly towards them. Menn and Ambun backed off the room and ran outside. The others followed them from behind.
“What are you saying?!” Nurul yelled. Ambun was trying to explain what he had encountered but no matter how he put it, it had created panic amongst them.
“I..i don’t believe you. We were just talking!” Wendy said and stomped towards the stairs. Ambun grabbed her hand.
“No! You cannot go up there!! It’s fucking terrible. You gotta trust me! It’s dangerous. We have to stick together!” Ambun yelled. By now, everyone had gathered at the lounge. The area was lit by candles, dim, but still they could see each other’s faces.
“There is a killer here? Is that what you are trying to say?” Ah Sze finally said.
“This is not an accident. Obviously someone tied Sze Ern and cut Nad up!” Menn said, “We..we have to get out of here”.
“But where can we go?” Wendy asked. Everyone was eager to leave but the island has no other building but the mansion.
“I...I think there is more than one killer,” Olivia finally said. Everyone fell silent.
“I mean. There have to be more than one killer to kill both Nad and Sze-Ern. Or Visha and Edmond,” Olivia continued. The crowd were too afraid to mourn for the lost of their friends now. Their survival is their number one priority.
“GUYS!! GUYS!!!” Ah Sze yelled. Everyone’s attention was on her. She pointed at the reception table. A group of dolls as big as a soda can each were set on the reception table, sitting and smiling except for four. One of it was wet, one was burnt, one was stabbed and tied and finally, one was disfigured.
Upon realizing the significance, the group panicked and screamed. Huge lightning struck and droplets of water rained heavily upon the mansion.