I passed through silhouttes of lamp posts on the way to the Hauted Road. I wasn't afraid at all. I was, on contrary, overwhelmed by my own (purposeless) bravery.
The air is damp.
The grass glistened.
The view, surreal: misty, blueblack. Shadows lurked and spread like tentacles. Dissapearing when its almost at sight.
As I approached the Haunted Road, I can already feel the course and rubbled road. It was just as described by my studio Tukang Karut. After about 2 minutes of cycling, I'd saw the landmark of the Haunted Road. A lamp post and a signage. It means that I am practically a few meters away from the 'Road'. And then I stopped cycling, took out my camera and shot the entrance of the road. Flustered by cold sweat, I made a quick U-Turn and dissapeared from the scene immediately. Vanished. Kavoooooosh.. So much for being overwhelmed by my own bravery! I have to admit, the killing silence of the night (Mr Cricket, where art thou???) and the chilling morning mist is enough to friek out this funky soul.
And when I retrieved the picture, I have every reason to not go to the Haunted Road ever again. Do you notice the human figure in white tees in the picture. Was it a man? Why is he there alone? I wish I could conclude the attempt with "Hantu do exists during Ramadhan" but since it was God who told us that he chained the Hantus, I figure a new brand of hantu is found. Hantu Maksiat probably?
Some Random events during Ramadhan:
Pasangan Kantoi pada Bulan Ramdhan:
No hard feelings eh Cat lovers...