actually, i just slept for two hours. i woke up at around 4-ish, lappie still singing domino's alas quatro (how apt), the room was dark, and i was feeling sweat on my forehead.
great. brownout. (walang ganyan sa states!)
so i huddled to my pillows instead and tried to think of happy thoughts, hook my mind on the song playing. because i know if i didn't, my brain would run amok and play ghost stories over and over again.
like, the other night, ramil told this story which took place in UST about these two girls who were playing around in the morgue just before graduation. they were taking pictures and stuff, playing vogue with the dead bodies. one girl, feeling really adventurous and playful, placed herself in between two male corpses. she sat their bodies upright, put her arms on their shoulders, and posed for the camera.
a week after, the girl who posed was found dead, and the other girl, the one who took the picture, went nucking futs. but that's not the creepy part. oh no. the creepy part is when the picture was developed. in the picture, it was the girl who was dead, and the two male corpses were evidently alive, sneering eerily.
mother of god, i can't believe i typed that up.
so anyway, i kept on imagining that godawful story all the while. i had this image of a face hovering somewhere in the dark, ready to pounce upon hearing a peep from me.
i used to be scared of Ringu and The Exorcist the same way. i wasn't able to sleep in my own room for almost a week after watching those horrid, horrid films. (not by choice tho. my sadist friends made me go. they bribed me with promises of ice cream and chocolates and a bevy of beautiful boys.) i got over it by imagining Sadako and Linda Blair dancing to Always Something There To Remind Me.
maybe i should do the same to the two dead guys. and since there's two of them, i'll make them dance to The Macarena.
(shudders)
scarier.
Friday, June 25, 2004
Glutton For Fear
