Ghoul
So apparently, quacking sounds at night equate to a pontianak?
Why is it not just a duck who woke in the middle of the night due to a bad dream?
I want to strangle all these stupid bitches on my Facebook because they are friends by default as I am dating their friend. Making a big hoohaa out of quacking noises at night and quoting Halloween being the season for them to emerge.
Btw, one of these idiots said that Halloween was so much fun. EXCUSE ME, DID I JUST MISS THE ENTIRE OCTOBER UNKNOWINGLY?
Just stupid. And you wonder why I'm so mean to my Acai Berry for not letting him hang with them. This is bad influence that's why! Stupidity is bad influence! It is unfortunately contagious unless you're immune like I am *ahem*, so this is why I do not allow my bf to hang with all these stupid bitches!
It's okay Saliha. He doesn't hang with them anymore.
GOOD BOY ACAI BERRY.
But this reminds me. Of a time when The Rockstar and I went on a beach holiday. A budget (duhhhhh) holiday. We had a hut to ourselves, and there were 3 of us. But for one night, we had an extra hut because some guy gave up his hut to us as he only needed it in the day. We did what was necessary in that hut, leaving our friend in our rightful hut, but as we were in the midst of our horizontal tango, we heard knocking and banging sounds on the walls.
Now boys and girls, this is scary shit. Because these were standalone huts. Which means we don't have neighbours for at least a few meters away.
But we were pretty loaded up. Actually the whole holiday we were loaded up. I can tell you I don't really remember much of the holiday. I am thankful I took photos though, they helped to remind me of what things I did. HAHAHAHA. Also, there were 3 of us, and there was a picture of us eating seafood, all 3 of us in the picture, so... WHO TOOK THE PICTURE EH?
Not as if I remember having that meal either.
Oh those were the days.
So back to the story. We heard banging, like really urgent and insistent banging on the walls, windows and door. And I was like, "Is that a.. MONKEY?" and smart alec Rockstar said, "No laaaa. Peeping Tom." And we resumed our little activity.
1) A PEEPING TOM is somewhat more dismissive than MONKEY?!
2) We broke the bed and he blames it on me. HAHAHA.
Now, at least 3 years later, we realise that what happened was clearly an encounter with the supernatural. But! can I say, that at least I know when Halloween is.
Anti-climatic.
I know.
Why is it not just a duck who woke in the middle of the night due to a bad dream?
I want to strangle all these stupid bitches on my Facebook because they are friends by default as I am dating their friend. Making a big hoohaa out of quacking noises at night and quoting Halloween being the season for them to emerge.
Btw, one of these idiots said that Halloween was so much fun. EXCUSE ME, DID I JUST MISS THE ENTIRE OCTOBER UNKNOWINGLY?
Just stupid. And you wonder why I'm so mean to my Acai Berry for not letting him hang with them. This is bad influence that's why! Stupidity is bad influence! It is unfortunately contagious unless you're immune like I am *ahem*, so this is why I do not allow my bf to hang with all these stupid bitches!
It's okay Saliha. He doesn't hang with them anymore.
GOOD BOY ACAI BERRY.
But this reminds me. Of a time when The Rockstar and I went on a beach holiday. A budget (duhhhhh) holiday. We had a hut to ourselves, and there were 3 of us. But for one night, we had an extra hut because some guy gave up his hut to us as he only needed it in the day. We did what was necessary in that hut, leaving our friend in our rightful hut, but as we were in the midst of our horizontal tango, we heard knocking and banging sounds on the walls.
Now boys and girls, this is scary shit. Because these were standalone huts. Which means we don't have neighbours for at least a few meters away.
But we were pretty loaded up. Actually the whole holiday we were loaded up. I can tell you I don't really remember much of the holiday. I am thankful I took photos though, they helped to remind me of what things I did. HAHAHAHA. Also, there were 3 of us, and there was a picture of us eating seafood, all 3 of us in the picture, so... WHO TOOK THE PICTURE EH?
Not as if I remember having that meal either.
Oh those were the days.
So back to the story. We heard banging, like really urgent and insistent banging on the walls, windows and door. And I was like, "Is that a.. MONKEY?" and smart alec Rockstar said, "No laaaa. Peeping Tom." And we resumed our little activity.
1) A PEEPING TOM is somewhat more dismissive than MONKEY?!
2) We broke the bed and he blames it on me. HAHAHA.
Now, at least 3 years later, we realise that what happened was clearly an encounter with the supernatural. But! can I say, that at least I know when Halloween is.
Anti-climatic.
I know.