Annababe

Demonic spirits. Ghosts. Haunted dolls. Do you believe in this sort of thing? I found it annoying. What a bunch of bullshit. It's just so depressing to think of people dying but finding no peace, tormented and bound to relive their pain and expose themselves to the living. Lulz, seriously? You got to do better than that to make me wet my pants. I'm not acting like a tough alpha male because I am not one. I'm just like one of you, I have my own fears too. But these kind of things is not one of them.

In my belief, it is compulsory for me to believe these stuffs are exist. I do believe they are exist. Much like Satan, which we can't see them with our eyes. They are around us, living with us, doing whatever fuck that they are doing. That's it. What I don't believe is the stories about them. People loves to exaggerated. I don't find what is so fun about it. I've experienced my own weird things but they can always be explained away even to the point of 'oh, you must have just been imagining it'. I just keep it to myself. I don't share with others that a possessed doll trying to kill me with a kitchen knife while singing weird Victorian lullaby. There are tons of urban legends in my culture. There's a possessed yellow Volkswagen(the old version, demons like to drive an antic car i guess) in a highway that if you cut it, you will get into an accident. A woman that died while giving birth to her first born child will turn into a vampire, more like bride of dracula but ugly version and haunt the entire town. This is also popular in Indonesia too. Unlike the mainstream vampire nowadays, the only thing that can kill her is to hammer down a nail into her neck and voila! She will turn into a beautiful woman. There's also the Oil Man. He is not one of the Avengers. He likes to rape only virgin girls. What a choosy fucker. Lulz. Guess what? A lot of people fell for this kind of crap. It has become part of my culture. 

I'm sure we all know the diference between fantasy and reality, and just enjoy the pretence. Until it's a cold, windy night, and you're on your own, and the light throws deformed shadows on the wall, and you hear a noise at night outside, a scratching rustling sound on a in a dark and door somewhere softly creak, and footsteps down the hallway. Reality can go get stuffed then. I admit it's a bit creepy. I'm getting goosebumps just by write about it but then, there's nothing I can do about it. Just let it slide. I'm not going to check that noise because in every single movie, character that dies the first is the one that stupidly brave enough to check the source of the noise. 
Plus, it is more fun and interesting to let your mind pretend that these thing is actually happening. Because the thrill of something scary happening is fun. Why else do people ride roller coasters? Or watch scary movies? Or bungee jump? 

I really wish I could believe that things like this could exist, but without better evidence that someone saying "the music started playing on it's own and they couldn't ever get the blood off of the keys". That just doesn't make sense. No one can know with 100% certainty there are not ghosts just like no one can know there are. Unfortunately we will not know what happens after death until we die. I enjoy keeping an open mind and it's more comforting for me to think maybe there is something else. I understand why others shrug it off, though. But what truly boils my blood is when people start believe and taking it too damn literally. Ohmeingot! I fucking hate that. Well these are my rants. Peace out. Assalamualaikum.