I was surfing the net one night when i came upon SFOGS website. Suprised to find such an interesting page i was soon clicking my way to several ghost stories it featured. It was quite late now and i seems to be a bit tired but as i was reading this story , somehow i felt a brush of cold air against the back of my neck. Hmm.. maybe its just the morning mist i suppose. But how can it be ?? When all along my window is shut closed. Hmmm.. wild guesses are playing in my mind right now ...faint sounds of trees cracking outside my kitchen windows seems to be loud. Sounds of water gushing from the sewer system blends with this sudden chilling change. But still, I don't dare to think of it.

Did i notice something at the corner of my eye? My window grilles, it seems to be a bit away from the shutter itself. I thought that i have just lock it. Hmm.. it couldn't be but..i seems to hear something too, just now, like a small kitten crying but for a short while. So faint and soft.

Oh that's it, i don't think i want to write this any more. I don't know why but i feel kind of scared suddenly. Sorry to trouble you but some how i feel that i am being watch. Being watch not from a distance but somewhere near and it knows that i am writing about it too (certainly not a stranger) ...dont i think so..Maybe i thought that he was kidding ..and just a load of crappy things ...but no i am not and don't i think that he is. Maybe i think that it will be best for me to just log off and...yeah right..better do it fast huh but i think i stop writing now and stop reading too cause it just might be behind me...oh say my prayer i forgod....