walking thru' the dead night
Phew.. nearly missed the flight of steps that were to determine the existence of this entry. The couple in front of us walked up as we proceed down the well-lit path. At first thought, the couple seemed to have completed the trail but my friend felt otherwise. ".. must be too scared to walk on lah.." It wasn't difficult to see why.. no more lamp-posts along the trail.. darn, out to take away my heart from me issit?
As I trod on, I strived to reduce the physical space between the two of us, lest some force of any kind breaks through from the darkly decorated and insects/frogs-fested forested areas on both sides of the track. The only accompaniants were the swishy-swashing sound of my pants and the occasional breaking tweaks of shoes stepping on fallen twigs. And that didn't help! :o/
Every stretch of darkness we prod through, I felt relieved that we had been safe so far, with no botherings of any type. Though armed with someone who can exhibit one or two kicks, I still invariably held doubts about those years of training & its effectiveness in pinning down robbers. My confidence fluttered even more as I hear phrases of such repeating: "... i m just afraid of robbers holding a knife...." See lah! Even my friend had collaborated with the blackies of the night to earn a sigh of scare from me.
It is an instinct to regularly look back & check for passing shadows. One quick glance and it seemed as if they had blend in perfectly with the darkness, producing a vague stationary silhouette at the most. At such junctures, my imagination was made "livelier" by the friend's happy narration of a long-haired girl sitting quietly at the run-down pavillion. Again, this was repeated at least twice for as much as I remembered. Tsk tsk tsk.. my friend's having fun and i m having shits! The worst was a flight of stairs going up to Mt Imbiah (there was a figure quoted, but i can't seem to recall now *_* ). Pitch-black, plus with stories of bats flying around at the peak of the hill or some kind of cave or dunno what dilapidated hut served to send me walking faster and dragging my friend away from the adventure that seemd so alluring. Lemme learn some kicks & punches (if not, the ability to ruunnnn) first before I take up this challenge :-o
After this episode, it further validated my fear of the dark and unknown, not exotic forces per se, but the most super-unnatural ones. Damage done by the latter could not possibly outweigh those performed by the former. Robbers, rapers, murdurers, and perhaps many more variants that i can't think of now. Fine, just let me get out of this fast!
Yaaaa... that's the Dragon Trail proudly presented by the resource-scarced Sentosa. One more spooky place to put your hearts in :p
posted by slingwoof @ 11/06/2005 11:54:00 PM
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