"So, let me be honest with you."
It was a hot, a humid night. The drizzly rain earlier did not help much.
The fan spun at full blast. It produced a scary hissing sound but the sweaty heat had not subsided.
I could not close my eyes. Every time I tried to fall asleep, I felt like it was the best time to stay awake.
I felt worried sick. My heart beat faster than any other nights. My mind prowled around -- there were a lot of things trying to take control.
I couldn't figure out what was the universe trying to tell me about.
I leaned against the bed. The picture of my late father slipped into my mind. How I wish he is still alive and talk to me like I am eight year old boy.
It was 2.32 am. Amidst the sound from the spinning fan, my ears could not capture any other sound.
It was a lonely night.
"This house is dead," I mumbled.
"No, it's not. I am."
I closed my eyes and took a very deep breath. I started to put number on the imaginary jumping sheeps.
Then suddenly, it happened. I could not believe how it happened. It happened so fast I did not have time to stop it.
I was betrayed. I was fooled. I had been cheated. I had been lied to.
My mind did not obey what had I instructed. It ran on its course.
But then, it was so powerful, I could not resist even if I do. I was helpless.
Now, what I feared the most had just come upon me.
Having a chat with that bald man and his wife really was a bad dream. Listen to them was not only a bad dream, but really was a fucking nightmare.
I woke up with tears. I felt so horribly terrible.
The only good news was, like any other dreams, I could not describe exactly how the story went. But the worst part, I do remember one scary and heart-breaking word.
I could not get it out from my head. It was such a curse. It is.
"That was the story why I hated him so much. "