As "Dude's where's my Car?" went into overdrive and the climax was beginning, suddenly I saw flashes of a dark shadow creeping near the curtains to my left. I always knew that I was inherently strong at perceiving things (not ectoplasm things, but real things). I turned and look to see what it was, however there was nothing there.In fact, I considered it a trick of the light since we had dim lights on and the TV was bright by itself. Then suddenly the boy says "what's that on the aircond?". Which incidentally was right above the curtains I just saw.
Curious, as I always was and still am. I decided to check it out. I stood up, tip toe too but couldn't see a thing. "Its looks like something huge," he said. Well, at that point, curiosity really got to me. I mean since it was huge, its got to be something quite significant if I saw a shadow and he saw a shadow too.
I stood on the chair and took a gander at it, from a distance. At first, gut feeling told me its a beetle, yup we still do find those giant beetles flying in from time to time. But suddenly! I saw two twitching antennas.
"OMG! Its a cockroach!!!!"
I squealed and "Eeeee" all the way to my room as I hurriedly ran to close the room.
Heart pounding, perspiration increasing, I felt a cold clammy feeling layer over me. Like a thin layer of sugar icing over an angel cake. I considered and couldn't imagine less about the boy, running for the insecticide and spraying it frantically.
I called out behind doors, "Is it dead yet?"
But there was no reply. The battle must still be raging on. I opened the door and peeked out, fearing that the fleeing roach would sneak an attack and fly by the small opening I made and infesting my room with its disgusting odour and retched feeling.
Calmness. Nothing was happening but the occasional "Sprrrrrrrr" as the boy spray it constantly with toxic fumes, but little does he know that insecticide doesn't work on giant roaches that can fly. It only works on the smaller ones.
It had already flew to the kitchen and the boy was randomly spraying at it, without event fearing that he might contaminate whatever food was lieing around the kitchen. Suddenly! It vanished! Just like the way it came. Now it was gone.
It must have scurried to a hole, wherever the hole was and would infest that hole as its new nest. Probably laying its awful eggs for the next generation to haunt me. Now I fear to leave the safety of my room, my castle. I knew it, now I will need to live in fear. I won't get a decent night's sleep knowing that it is still out there.
Somewhere. Should I be in any part of my house, I know that it would fly down and latch itself to me. Thinking about it just gives me goosebumps. This is worse than any Stephen King book. The nightmares that I will have to endure. Endless. Seemingly endless!
And now I regret that I didn't whacked it with the newspaper...
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