BY -D-

4) different guy this time.he and few of his buddies, the thrill seekers that they are, decided to pay a visit to an old, abandoned, worn down house in Bandar in the dead of night.

it was this famously haunted place in bandar (at the time (?)), with a melodious name to it. something like "Seri something-or-another". so he, and 3 other friends went there in a car. they got into the house, to explore, but apparently, they had a change in mood, once they took a few steps from the entrance and into what seemed to be the living room. all of them suddenly had a bad feeling, and decided to leave straight away.

my friend was the driver then, and the signal lights on his car weren't working, so he had to use hand signals when turning. as he came out of the simpang of the place, he extended his right arm out the window, palms outwards. he leaned his head forward to get a clearer view of the road as he did this. just close to where his palm was a dry, thick bush hanging from the fences.

as he waited to get the chance to cut in, his right arm turned really cold for no reason. overall, it was quite a warm night that time. he didn't want to think much of it, nor did he wanna look anywhere else but the road, so he could cut in, and get out of there soon.

that night, as he slept, he dreamed of the whole event at the old house. it was nothing peculiar. it was like watching a movie right after you've just watched it for the first time. except for at the end. in his dream, when he was extending his hand out the car window, with his palm so near to the thick bush, hiding just behind the bush was a black figure, staring intently at him, his palm just a few centimetres from "it's" body.

he woke up with a fever that night, but his right arm still felt that chill he got earlier that night.

his eyes were all red and puffy, ready to cry when he told me this days later.