Yesterday evening, while I was walking with Emily to dinner,

Emily : “Omg… that is sure a weird looking dog!”

Me : “Yeah, isn’t that suppose to be a Dalmatian?”

Emily : “I don’t know. If it is a Dalmatian, then why is it purple in color?”

Yep. That’s right. We actually saw a purple colored dog. Well, not exactly entirely purple but, just purple at some parts of its body. The head was murky white in color and I could see some black Dalmatian spots at the lower half of its body. But then, it didn’t really look like a Dalmatian though. It looked more like an ordinary stray mongrel. Probably had the Dalmation genes in it.

So, why was the dog purple in color? Obviously, the color was not natural. It could have ended on the dog’s body accidentally. Like maybe, the dog slept under a pair of dripping wet jeans, and the color from the jeans could transfered onto the dog through the dripping water. Or this could be the work of mischievous kids who probably sprayed the white dog with paint… just like what we did to Skippy the cat.

Or the dog could be a product of natural mutation. You know, its mother could have scavenged for food near an area teeming with industrial waste, and gave birth to this purple dog here. You never know what chemicals could do to biological beings in the long term. Don’t be surprised if one day, we start to see green cats, blue lizards or fluorescent pink chickens on a street somewhere. (or the dog could be an alien from outer space sent to spy on us?)

Whatever the reason is, that is sure a weird looking dog.

My house phone rang at 2.15am. It rang for quite sometime before waking me up. I gathered around 30% of my consciousness (which was just enough for me to figure out how to open the door, and walk to the phone in the dark) to pick up the goddamn phone. A very monotone female voice spoke something in the phone (like she was in a trance).

I asked “who the fuck is this?”. She began to murmur something unintelligible (that’s probably because I’m half awake that time). Then she said something about my mom… and something about my cousin too.

I kept asking her what is she talking about (I’m still very blur at that time) - she then mentioned something about my grandma (which had passed away on May) & something about possessing my cousin’s body. That was when I got really freaked out. As I tried to slap myself to sober up - I realized that the lady on the phone was actually my stupid sister - Beancurd. I asked “Is this Beancurd? What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you know what time it is??”

She kept uttering some garbage and her voice remained very monotonous. This kept going on for like 10 minutes, with the half awake me hurling cusses after cusses to her.

I forgot how the phone call ended but I know what had happened. She probably sleep walked and prank called on me. I told my mom in the morning and that was when my sister called in again.

This time, she sounded normal. Mom then told her about what she did last night - and as expected - she didn’t have a clue about the incident. She was sleep walking at that time. But my mom was trying to be superstitious about it - could it be my grandma who possessed Beancurd’s body and talked to me on the phone?

I told my mom - grandma had a hard time to even remember the last 4 digits of our house phone number, how could she have possibly made that phone call? It’s fucking ridiculous.

Actually, my cousin’s wife did get possessed last week. She went into a trance or hypnotic state and started to talk about things only my grandma knew. Weird, isn’t it? Are there really ghosts in this world? Or is my cousin’s wife trying to fuck with us?

Well, if it’s for the attention, she could have stripped herself naked and run around the neighborhood - she’ll get all the attention she ever needs. But no one knows if it’s really grandma doing all these out there. I mean, she is not suppose to come back because she’s already dead. It’s unnatural. Could it be that she still has some “business” left undone and was actually trying to hint us about it?

Well, grandma, if you are reading this, you can call me up in the afternoon to my mobile, but please, don’t do it in the wee hours of the morning. I needed the goddamn sleep.