Robbed
I had just finished a round of serious MSN chatting. I check my watch; it's only 11.00pm. Reluctant to turn in for the day, I decide to lounge on the living room couch and catch up with the daily news.
Hmm, new upgrades to World of Warcraft. My friend will be thrilled to bits.
Yawn.
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. .
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Something startles me awake. Hey, what happened to the electricity? I faintly make out the time on the wall clock: 3.00 am. Looking outside the door through squinted eyes, I couldn't see Scooby anywhere. Where is that pooch?
I hear a sound in the compound and I see torchlight sweeping around. Dang, there are intruders! Oh no, I didn't lock up. I move towards the front door but I'm too late. Two people rush past me into the house and start ransacking the rooms.
My movements are so sluggish and I feel heavy headed. One dreaded word popped into my mind: Pukau.. In that instant, many thoughts raced through my head: Am I drugged? Great, I'm being robbed and incapable of defending myself. Where the heck is my dog?
As quickly as they came, the robbers made their exit. I struggle to my room. My wallet and personal belongings are gone. Shit! Shit! SHIT! Dang, I feel so tired. I pass out again.
When I came to my senses, the lights were on. Scooby was looking at me through the front door, tongue lolling like an imbecile. Stupid dog. I look at the time, it's 3.00 am. WHAT?!! How can it still be 3.00 am? I rushed into my room. Everything was intact. Thank God.
It had only been a dream after all. *Shiver*
Guess this has been God's way of telling me to always lock up before I sleep.
Hmm, new upgrades to World of Warcraft. My friend will be thrilled to bits.
Yawn.
. . .
. .
.
Something startles me awake. Hey, what happened to the electricity? I faintly make out the time on the wall clock: 3.00 am. Looking outside the door through squinted eyes, I couldn't see Scooby anywhere. Where is that pooch?
I hear a sound in the compound and I see torchlight sweeping around. Dang, there are intruders! Oh no, I didn't lock up. I move towards the front door but I'm too late. Two people rush past me into the house and start ransacking the rooms.
My movements are so sluggish and I feel heavy headed. One dreaded word popped into my mind: Pukau.. In that instant, many thoughts raced through my head: Am I drugged? Great, I'm being robbed and incapable of defending myself. Where the heck is my dog?
As quickly as they came, the robbers made their exit. I struggle to my room. My wallet and personal belongings are gone. Shit! Shit! SHIT! Dang, I feel so tired. I pass out again.
When I came to my senses, the lights were on. Scooby was looking at me through the front door, tongue lolling like an imbecile. Stupid dog. I look at the time, it's 3.00 am. WHAT?!! How can it still be 3.00 am? I rushed into my room. Everything was intact. Thank God.
It had only been a dream after all. *Shiver*
Guess this has been God's way of telling me to always lock up before I sleep.
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heh, next time get 2 musculine scoobies! (pit bull or dobermann)
:P
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U scared the berjeezuz outta me with that story!
Aiya.. why didn't you use your secrete ability #3 and manipulate your dream to become the hero?
annie: Elementary, my dear Wats.. oops, Annie.
poohbearie: LM has revealed my secret address, muahahaha.
mott: hmm, Freud is too deep for me. I fear I might be bonkers after reading his book.
me: actually, the dream scared the shit out of me too. The only thing it gave me is a good story to tell.
bernard: nolar I cannot be like Alfred Hitchcock. Maybe talk kok every now and then.
jomel: lol, well, it's fun to have a good scare now and then; you wouldn't want an overdose of my doggy stories.
luckily...hhmmm.
god's angel is with u