I'm home.

On the 16th,most of the students in our college went back home,there were only three of us left in the hostel.Our flight was on the 18th so we have to stayed in the hostel for two nights.I was the only one left in my block,my two other friends who are going back with me on the 18th are at the other block.So,you may think that it would be terrifying to stay alone in the block,which in my case,my block is the last one,this would somehow add up to the reason why i should be afraid of living alone in my room. I admit that my block is indeed haunted.I'm not making this up to scare you off,but it's true,some of the students who live in the same block with me had their own experience,seeing apparition walking around and hearing loud footsteps.And based on their experience ,i learned things that i shouldn't do and should do,for example,not to wander around after midnight and to always pray.I'm not saying that i believe in those kind of stuffs  .I did have a few experiences in my old school and even after i gone through those ,i still doubt "its" existence. Do they really exist or is it just our mind playing tricks on us trying  to send a shiver of fear down our spine? I don't believe in stories about souls that are trapped on Earth because as far as i know,after all those people died,all the souls will either go to Heaven or Hell,am i right? I was too eager to find out about this stuffs so i made my own research on this and i found out that souls that were seen wandering around on Earth are actually demons who disguise to be a person who already died ,question here is,for what? Back to my story,yeah i survived two nights sleeping alone in my room without the existence of any other human being in that block.On my first night,i did felt scared a bit because i know that they were there,around me,i am just not gifted to be able to see them ,which is a good thing.There is a famous phrase that said "if you dont interrupt them,they will not interrupt you. " i kept remind myself to not do things which can somehow invite them to be closer to me.I kept quiet and ignored whatever voices or sounds they made and kept doing my thing ,and nothing bad happened. well thank God.

On the 18th morning,i woke up at 5am and got ready.Took a taxi with one of my friend to the bus terminal,my other friend went to the Kuantan Airport for her flight back to Sarawak. Left Kuantan at 8am by bus and went to Kuala Lumpur.We arrived few hours earlier at the airport ,when it was time to board the plane,the flight got delayed gahh!! It was almost 7.30pm when we boarded the plane.I arrived safely at Kota Kinabalu at around 10pm and was overjoyed when i saw my family stood there smiling at me. I ran to them and hugged my mum and dad , my tears were welled up in my eyes. I looked at my siblings and hugged them tight.Words can't describe how happy i was being able to be with them again :') we had our dinner and dad drove back to Keningau.We arrived at around 12.30am. 

And now,here i am,in my room.Times fly so fast yet nothing changed much.I remembered the last time i left this house and wondered if i ever have a chance to go back home again.

But now,I'm home . 

p/s: SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI to all the Muslims out there :)