19th Nov 2008

Since last 1 week, I have hardly slept. Not that I watched a horror flick.

I had my encounters with the "genus rattus".
Of course, my roomie was party to the party.
One pretty moonlit-sunlit dawn was "rattled" by my roomie's scream.She was so convinced that a frog had just jumped over her leg and leaped to the other room. I, the brave one, was so convinced that she had a bad dream.
In any case, "the frog" had leaped to another room, we decided to close the door of our room and sleep.
Then, I saw the "genus rattus" right beside my clothes pile, and let out the most hysterical vocal noise one can produce, which scared the creature to death, and it refused to come out of the closet till morning!

Barely two days later, I was accused of suffering from hallucinations by my
roomie, for, from every eerie noise to a flutter of paper, I felt we were in for another encounter.
And yes!! there it was. Dancing merrily upon my CDs collection. This time
there was no screaming. We dealt the situation so professionally, called
the watchman and sent the creature away hastily.

Now, we keep the sliding doors, shut tight to suffocation to avoid any more disturbances. And I hate that so much!! I need some fresh air!!