*Two days ago, (late of third day, beginning of fourth, first moon, chicken year)…

I just came back from drinking with my buddies, time was approximately 1 am. Though I’m severely exhausted from my incongruous sleeping schedule, I don’t feel like crashing right at that time. Perhaps my recent partying zeal at nocturnally odd hours has smitten my biological clock out of it’s orbit … I decided to grab a jar of peanut cookies (they’re awesome) and watch some TV instead.

Everything was right, you know, I’ve got a jar of cookies & TV all by myself, mom’s sleeping, Emily’s out of town … and I’m feeling good from that healthy diet of beers an hour before. Just that the TV show I’m watching ain’t some porn that I very much hoped… else it would have been perfect.

I took for what it must be the 6th or 7th cookie… when I suddenly heard some weird noises emitting from outside my apartment’s door. I couldn’t exactly describe how it actually sounded like … but it’s almost like some plastic ruler being grated on rough concrete floor. Whatever that was, I was friggin’ sure it’s not of something natural (like strong night breeze blowing or some lizards having steamy sex …)

I took a pause long enough to decipher with my partially intoxicated and addled mind … what the hell was that sound all about. But it stopped after about a short 10 seconds or so, which doused my inquisitive mind with cold water. I didn’t give a damn and continued to wolf down more cookies into my digestive system. Somehow, it didn’t seem appropriate for me to haul my ass off the couch to check it if it’s some alien lurking outside my apartment unit plotting to take over the world. It simply too… inconvenient.

The sound came back after about a whole good minute later, and it’s much louder than the first time I heard it. It’s beginning to get really annoying as I couldn’t really concentrate eating my cookies. I immediately put down that cookie jar and try to force myself to pay a closer attention to it - but still, I couldn’t seem to be able to associate the sound with anything at all. It’s simply too … weird. Alright, I then decided to react by walking towards the main door to check the sound out (just like some stupid blonde checking out weird howling noises emitting from a dark alley in the movies)

As I was inching myself closer to the main door, I began to realize that the noise wasn’t originated from outside the door. It’s actually coming from my kitchen. That was when the whole situation started to get really spooky. What could actually be making that kind of weird noise ? Some alien with an erected plastic ruler dick crawling on the floor ? If yes, then how did it get into my kitchen ? There’s only one way to find out - get into the kitchen myself and see it with my own eyes.

As I’m quite a brave guy (I always felt that way each time I consume alcohol), I dashed boldly into the kitchen, switch on the lights and searched frantically. Nothing. The noise mysteriously ceased as well. No signs of break in … and there’s nothing suspicious inside the kitchen (except for a couple of dirty dishes which I’ve left during dinner time … which somebody should’ve washed. This is so unethical.)

Again, I was left dumbfounded … My mind began to churn out more ridiculous thoughts - Am I having an encounter with a poltergeist or something like that ? Or could it be that my alcohol intoxication has advanced to another level that makes me hallucinate with sound ? I took a seat back at my couch and munched more cookies to fuel my energy intensive quizzes.

Then… again… the noise returned. It continued for like 4 - 5 seconds or so … before “it” suddenly decided to head towards my direction. That’s right, I could hear the noise getting nearer and nearer and nearer … and I got freaked out. I had chicken skin goosebumps all over my body right to the tip of my toes … and embraced myself for the worst (I still didn’t see anything yet…everything was imaginary). I don’t know what am I supposed to expect at that particular moment - but to just shut my eyes tight as if a tidal wave of ectoplasm goo is heading my way to smack me on the face [insert your favorite suspense tune].

But nothing happened. The noise, instead, hovered right above where I was sitting and I can feel it’s evil influence all over me. Whatever that was hovering above my head, was sure has it’s message telephatically projected distinctly - that it is something not to be messed with. Something so evil … that one dares not to even think of God for fear that it would destroy the religion of mankind. Already submitting to it’s evil influence, I then attempted to muster some guts and courage to raise my head up, open up my eyes, and see “it” for one last time before I expire - what am I actually dealing with…. :

It was a fucking dragonfly fluttering it’s goddamn wings against the ceiling.