1st Encounter with the Supernatural and an Open Relationship

I have this dreaded feeling that I may now be involved in an “open relationship”, despite how I never could understand that term, or how the parties involved in an open relationship behave. To me, I draw a fine line between a fling and a relationship so it is rather paradoxical how I, a conservative person (ha!) would get myself involved in such a position I’ve been so wanting to avoid.

In a haste to avoid emotional linkages with everyone, I’m now suffering from slight emotional derangement. Now, if one was sensible enough, one would have turned ones back and continued walking. Truth is I’m recklessly sensible (though Zon might prefer ‘pleasurable sensibility’ as a term to use instead). I’m well aware of what all this will entail eventually, yet at the same time I’m allowing myself to drop down into this hole. I’m masochistic? Yes, I sure as hell agree. Sigh, such trouble I get myself into.

Yet she gives me such hedonic thrill.

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Ok, I’m changing the subject now. Let me write down my first supernatural encounter of my life at the age of 24. My office building, Fuji Xerox Towers, is well known for being haunted due to its so-called ‘strategic location’. My office is on the 10^th floor, so my colleague, William, and I will always have to go down to the lobby to smoke during office hours. We’ll usually smoke at the fire emergency staircase on the 10^th floor when it’s after office hours because we can’t be fucked going down for the umpteenth time in a day.

The staircase is known to be haunted as William had experienced an encounter there, a rather freaky one in fact. But we still wanted to go there because we were told a monk had come to ‘cleanse’ our building and the ‘guests’ have been moved down and were told to reside permanently at Coffee Bean (!).

So it was like any other day when we were dying for a smoke at the end of the working day at the staircase, again. This time round, the fluorescent light on our level was malfunctioning and was flickering just like how it does in classic horror movies. We were both a bit worried and I could tell he was not the normal hyper person he was. Halfway through our cigarettes, I started to brush my left shoulder and jumped towards my colleague. Reason being, I had felt someone tap my left shoulder. I initially thought something fell from the ceiling, perhaps water droplets or insects, but there was nothing on my shoulder or on the floor after brushing it tons of times. Then I realized it didn’t feel like something had dropped on my shoulder, it did in fact feel like someone had tapped me.

We freaked out.

The next morning I was relating my encounter to a few of my colleagues and we brought another colleague in there, not to smoke but to take a look at how that dodgy place looks like and also being the silly us, to reenact what happened. Upon stepping out of the fire emergency door, my other colleague told me, “I’m not meaning to scare you, but I was rushing you guys out because I saw a white figure standing next to Karen at the exact same spot she was standing yesterday.” Damn. Now he tells me.

We still ended up going there to smoke again this morning. Hahaha.