*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 was severely exhausted from my incongruous sleeping schedule, I did not feel like crashing right at that time. Perhaps my partying zeal at nocturnally odd hours had smitten my biological clock out of it’s orbit… I decided to grab a jar of peanut cookies (they’re awesome) and watched some TV instead.

Everything was right, you know, I had a jar of cookies and the TV all by myself, mom was asleep, Emily’s out of town… and I felt good from that healthy diet of beers an hour before. Just that the TV show I was watching wasn’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 door. I couldn’t exactly describe how it actually sounded like… but it was almost like some plastic ruler being grated on rough concrete floor. Whatever that was, I was damn sure it was 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 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 then, for me to haul my ass off the couch to check it if it was some alien lurking outside my apartment unit plotting to take over the world.

But the sound came back after about a whole good minute later, and this time, it was much louder than before. It was beginning to get really annoying as I couldn’t really concentrate eating my cookies. I immediately put down that cookie jar and forced 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 was simply too… strange. Alright, I then decided to react by walking towards the main door to check the sound out (just like some stupid blond checking out strange 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 did not originate from outside the door. It was actually coming from my kitchen. That was when the whole situation started to get really spooky. What could actually be making that kind of noise in the fucking kitchen? Some alien with an erected plastic ruler dick crawling on the floor? If yes, then how the hell did it get into my kitchen?? There was only one way to find out – get into the kitchen myself and see it with my own eyes.

As I am quite a brave guy (I always felt that way each time I consume alcohol), I walked boldly into the kitchen, switched on the lights and searched frantically. Nothing. The noise mysteriously stopped. No signs of break in… and there was nothing suspicious inside the kitchen (except for a couple of dirty dishes which I had left during dinner time… which somebody should have washed. *rolls eyes*)

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 imagine some non existent sounds? I went back to my seat 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 couldn’t see anything yet… everything was imaginary). I didn’t know what was I suppose to expect at that particular moment – but to just shut my eyes tight as if a tidal wave of ectoplasm goo was 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 could feel its evil influence all over. Whatever that was hovering above my head, sure had its message sent very clearly – 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 its 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 its goddamn wings against the ceiling.