It was 8pm last night. I was alone in my pad. Sitting on my bed, I was doing some paperwork. Pieces of paper were scattered around the bed and throughout the place.Everything’s quiet except for my noisy scribbles. Suddenly, I felt my bed jerked, like a heavy object was placed on it. It was as if someone was sitting beside me. The hairs at the back of my neck stood and my face drained of color as I saw, from my peripheral vision, a little girl watching me. I have experienced this kind of feeling before but not this intense. I didn’t dare face it hoping it would soon be gone. But it didn’t. It motioned towards me, trying to reach my face by hand. From my vantage point, I could see some of its features. She was dressed in white long-sleeved gown with ruffles on the collar — more like the dress you see on porcelain dolls. She was smiling… menacingly as if she was to do something naughty on my face. Her wide grin showed her white teeth and her gums that were so red it looked like it’s bleeding. Although I didn’t touch touched it, I sensed that her hands were so soft. Her long silky black hair fell to her chest as she leaned forward to touch me. It wasn’t her smile though that almost scared me to death. It was her eyes — those wide and piercing eyes. I couldn’t move as it got closer and closer. And then. I gasped loudly as if waking up from a nightmare. I was still in my sitting position, my exact position before I felt the creeps — my pen pointing at the same problem I was trying to solve, like a deja vu. “It was a dream,” I said to myself. Deep inside, I knew it wasn’t. But when I turned to see, I’ve proven myself right. It wasn’t after all a dream. It was obvious. That very distinct crumple on my bedding proved it. It was where I saw it sitting. I couldn’t be wrong because my doubt was answered by the small muddy footprints on the floor heading to the ajar door which, I was certain, was closed.