However, somewhere in the middle of the night, I awoke from an odor so bad I thought I could throw up. The smell wasn't there always so I thought I was just imagining things. Maybe it was just the smell of the pillow I was sleeping on. I closed my eyes to go back to my interupted sleep, and again the smell floated by my nostrils. My eyes flashed opened and it stared into the darkness, searching for the source of the smell. Was someone in the room? Was there a robber? I found that question idiotic since I was living in my relatives 15th floor apartment. How could anyone come through the security, or maybe climb up that 15 stories? My eyes were then wide open, unable to sleep coz I was then suddenly afraid that it might be "something". After all, I was living in some place new. This wasn't my home. This was someone else's home. I wouldn't know what might have happened here.
My heart thudded fast and heat was beginning to prick up my neck. I stopped breathing for that horrible odor was getting my gut to gurgle. I was gonna throw up. In bed. Period. After a minute passed. I breathed again. Yes, I counted as I held my breath. I was praying that all that was just again, my imagination. There's no such thing as ghost. Mum always told me the tale that when you smell something horrible out of the blue, like it wasn't supposed to be there, don't ever mention it coz it's just a lost spirit passing by. I never believed it, but I always kept to her words. I never said anything. But does that count as believe? I don't know. I hope it doesn't count. I'm a Christian and my faith is strong I would like to proclaim. So I put aside that silly thought of the possibility of a spiritt being in my room while I sleep. I threw it to the back of my mind and closed my eyes to sleep.
Naturally I breathed, forcing myself back to sleep. Then I smelled it again. I was getting scared again. I sniffed mto find where the smell was coming from, but I couldn't find it. Just when I stopped sniffing, I smelled it as if it was jusy beside me. I was so scared, too scared in fact to even grab my blanket that was rumpled below my feet. I was too scared to even move my feet to warm them. All I manage was to take my phone to check the time; it was about six something if not mistaken, and my eyes were once again scrolling the room to find anything that might scare the living hell out of my core. I could imagine that smell to be a female. She had long, thick dark hair. Her face was unable to be seen nor to be described. She was just scary and she was around that room.

I move my body, laying flat on my back. I made the sign of the cross, put my hands together and prayed the Our Father, Hail Mary and my personal prayer asking for God to protect me and the family I was living with. Guide the lost unfortunate soul some place secure and bright where she will meet with Jesus. I prayed with my eyes closed and when I was done, I continued back to sleep for another half hour before I had to get up to my alarm. I could still smell the nasty thing, but I grabbed for my pillow an covered my nose with the pillow case. Before I knew it, I woke up for work..still thinking about it in the shower and even now while blogging. I was even scared to get dressed this morning. Nonsense shit right?
Well, I supposed i'm just a pussy when it comes to facing this kind of stuff, but i'm not much of it when I write about it. The tension just needs to be shared. =)
God bless...
Why didn't u tell me that earlier???
ReplyDeleteWhy didn't u tell me that earlier??? besides ther is nothing living in (my) room
ReplyDeleteThis comment has been removed by the author.
ReplyDelete