it was 3 in the morning when i woke up and realized that i slept in the couch in front of tv...at hall obviously. so lazy to get to bed, i just off the tv and got back to couch...it wasn't so windy out side, the weather was great.
and...when i hoped to close my eyes and continue dreaming...then only i realized that i heard sound...at first i was thinking that it a sound that wind made, well i'm at 11th floor! sound of the wind is something very usual. but it becoming increasingly irritating 30min later...and when i got up to close the window panels and the sliding doors...which yes, i always left it open wide...
then i heard it more clearly...it wasn't a wind that chimed...it was a sound of someone crying...been crying. non stop now for 30min then. so, i suddenly stop my intention to close the windows and doors...as i stopped and thought i should listen more carefully...was it wind that chimed or was it really someone's crying?
the crying, was wierd...at first, when i realized it was a crying...it was so consistent, the rhythm was consistent, the volume was consistent and that couldn't be someone crying because she's been abused nor a family feud that deul! that couldn't be it. it something else. something i've never heard or experience before. and it was almost 4 in the morning then when finally i was striken by fear.
yeah, i don't normally feel fear...and i was indeed stay home alone, usually...but luckily my brother was around that night in the other room, sleeping. when i felt restless as the crying sound came from just opposite block, which is the tennis court, top level...3 levels below my flat. and i didn't feel like closing the windows and doors for not to 'see' anything unusual...which i actually said to myself to take a peek...but i didn't.
i finally woke up from couch and head to my room. i closed the door behind me and lay down in my bed...but, i still could hear the crying sound eventhough my room was the other side of the flat. it was so loud but i still could hear it, clearly. oh, what should i do...that was one thing in my mind...should i just pretend that i didnt hear anything and forced my eyes to sleep? no i couldn't...i got up...
gathered my bed, my pillows, my blanket...knocked my brother's room and get everything in. i woke my brother up and tell him i'll be sharing his room...as i was scared. well, obviously i didnt wait for his answer nor did i want to hear it...i was ready with my stuff, stuffed in his room anyway. i laid down my head...oh, my brother's room was the farthest from the tennis court where i heard the sound but i could still hear it, softly...
nevermind, i wasn't that scare anymore...and i was actually forgotten to pray...for safety, i went away without saying my pray. gosh! how i could forgot that? it was nearly 5am when i settled down to sleep...and slowly the sound vanished or may be i've gone back to wonderland.
ok, 1 scary night down. but to my surprise, i heard it again last night!!! it started at 12am...oh...and nobody was home. oh, now only i start to pray. and i took my notebook, i play the Quran recitation and slowly drifted...well that was my brother's idea. as he didn't think i could sleep with some kind of irritation by hearing to the crying sound.
and tonight...i'm looking forward to see if i've enough courage to see what's crying on top of the 8th floors building!
KUN ANTA TAZDAD JAMAALA ❤
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