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Confessed by Ling
Note from Ling: Wa.. last night i couldn't sleep well after sending you the stories. Now i will continue the 2nd half.
So now we both sat on the sofa in the living hall. He told me he didn't know he fell asleep. He was awoken by sounds of many people talking together at the same time.
The voices were not loud or angry, they were just audible but he couldn't make out the words. It was like a marketplace with people talking over each other. The sounds were coming from the bedroom. And he, being in a half-awoken state, forgot that we were in JB, was thinking, "WTF, this woman (me) ask the whole family come to settle our argument or what?!"
So he got up and walked to the bedroom and saw i was asleep, alone in the unlit bedroom. Everything else was the same. The noises stopped. He got back some of his senses and was still figuring out what was going on. He decided to go have a smoke, and searched for a lighter in the kitchen.
My husband is a logical, no nonsense kind of person and he doesn't have a religion, but he respected all religions. He believed there is a Higher Power but drew the line at believing in the Supernatural.
He said the feel of wanting to get me out of the room was stronger than his fear so he was not afraid.
We ended up talking about this for a while in the living room with the TV volume on louder so we wont feel like we were alone.. hahaha.. i keep asking him all the possibilities.. like are you sure its not the neighbors or something? Probably its from the balcony? Or the tv? Or people along the corridor outside?
But it was the wee hours, the building is new and we had no neighbours. The TV was off.
We decided to grab the pillows and blanket from the room and sleep on the sofa with the TV on.
We stayed up until about 7am until the first ray of sunlight shone in and then went back to sleep in the bedroom. We managed to get a few hours sleep and checked out at 11am.
Note from Ling:
Whats your take, Eugene? My dream of 7-8 people talking to me matches the voices of the crowd he heard. I didn't told him my dream until after he relate the whole incident to me! I didn't feel threatened or fear in the dream. Who are they? And the single dark figure?
It has been a year plus now since it happened.. some times i still think about it, but i didn't chase for an answer.
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