I wanna tell u guys something that happened on the 28Th, well i kinda didn't wrote this one any sooner cos i was still hanging around my late grandma's house paying homage and doing some cleanups. There was no Internet connection in the old house unless u drive 13km down to the nearest town. Anyway, either it's freaky, nonsense or sounds a little bit phooney even, it's up to you guys to decide on that. Okay? Good...
It was around 12.32AM ( 0032 hours if you wish) i was still reading my old school days novel collection stash in the closet. Halfway through my STAR WARS, i head a thumping on my window panel. The first thing came up my mind was some giant Cicada's banging itself at the window confused and attracted by my bedroom light.
The rest of the house is engulfed in darkness. Even the outside compound was dark. My mistake, i was so immense with my old books i even forgot to switch on the house lights (except for my own bedroom) the thumping sound repeats itself for a steady 10 minutes. I'm aware of the sound but i didn't give much attention to it at all.
After a while the thumping stops. Around 1.12AM it started again. Thumping on my window panel. Its not one of those violent loud banging, its just like a steady soft knocking. By this time I've already stop reading and going all ears listening to the weird sound. I dare not take a peek. Good thing my window is covered by a thick curtain so at least nobody can stick their head in and take a sneaky peek at their own will. Plus, even though it was one of those old typical traditional house, every window panel is grill enforced. At the very least, there's a little extra bit of security around the place.
Around 2.00AM the thumping stopped 5 minutes later it started again. This time i jumped of my bed threw my book away and rushed out my bedroom door. In case you been wondering why it took me that long to start making a move, basically the thumping sound comes from a different window panel, and i have a feeling that whatever or whoever making all that rapport is definitely not Mr Cicada's.
Trying as best as i can not to make to much noise, i grab my flashlight mobile phone and my old grandad shotgun, lock and load and find myself the most suitable place to make a stand at least until the morning sun comes out. So for the rest of the night i bunked myself in the house dusty store room with the gun pointed at the door. I dare not fall asleep, not knowing what's the real situation outside, frankly sleeping is not an option. It was so dead quiet in there you can't hear whatever happen outside.
I come out of my store bunker the moment i realize sun ray seeping from the roof cracks. Looking all around the house expecting signs of burglary, i found nothing. Huh? Everything's intact. Nothing broken.
I remembered a few years ago there were burglary attempt on the house, where people trying to banged grandma's door open but luckily a car passed by this desolate road and the car bright lights spooked the burglar away. I also remember that earlier that day i was murmuring corny jokes to my neighbouring cousin that it's been a year since i didn't come back to see grandma house, and i won't be surprised if ghosts started to stay at our place. If the is any i wonder if i might end up seeing one or two. Sheesh...
Oh did i mentioned shotgun?
This Chinese New Year, my family settled our inheritance issues according to my late grandma's will and as i see it, there are a lot of terrified faces around looking at what i received from the lawyer..
I manage to inherit some of the coolest properties in the family tree. Ironically, while other family members end up getting a piece of land, a box of jewelry and other stuff fit for 'inheritance' HOWEVER what i get is mostly weapons and firearms? (what was my late grandma thinking when she wrote down her will?)
To my dad's horror, i end up being the rightfull owner of my family's shotgun. A single barrel that goes back as far as the Comunist aggression period of the 1960's. By right the owner of family inheritance specialy when it comes to firearms and weapons would be male, thus my dad was expecting the gun gonna end up with him. However....
I have heaps of doubt wondering if it's safe to post firearms and all that on a blog. Next thing you don't wanna get is ISA or FBI and CIA even, knocking on your door for some Q n A. Tangerine keep persuading me to do so, thinking that its cool to post such stuffs...
These are the bullet for the guns, note that there are two types of ammo with different colours. Each type serve different functions. The green one is more widely dispersed and meant for long range firing while the shorter blue one are short distance but more devastating. (it can blow your door out of it's hinges)
Divinekid if you're reading this, maybe i reconsider our issue of posting my picture without proper permission back in Watermarks Project and chase you with my gun instead of stabbing you with a kitchen knife. Kidding....
Another interesting thing that was passed down to me was a Borneo Native War Sword. It has a beautifull white sheath and hilt made from deer horn.
The sword was made more for striking instead of fencing or blocking attacks because the hilt have no ring to protect the hand (like normal swords) it's kinda crude and elegantless of a sword, but the scary part is...
..noticed that when i compared the size and length with a normal standard sized sword its almost twice the volume, it's almost like the same length with a standard size medieval two handed sword or a katana...
..it's as long as my standard loveable spear, but the spear is more lighter and more agile, and will be my forever favourite. It's going to take a while for me to be able to weild and swing the big bad sword with one hand (im struggling with it in both hands now) and barely manage to draw it out smoothly due to similar reason.
Now, given such power in your hands, what would you do with it? There are people in this world entrusted with power to do just about anything they wish for yet, they failed to save a single life in this world.
