Category Archives: switzerland

ghost stories

Haunted was a script written by a man who was lonely in a house. he did not work for 10 yrs and was left alone as he got money from a draw. he only walked out of the house after this period and got married to a man who was a gay like him.

 

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Saamy 2

Saamy Square

I watched the first few scenes. Not bad. The wedding scene is arresting. Looks like he is possessed. Just like Singam. Like Suriya looks when angry.

Arresting movie.

  • Anu

Experience with social media

I think to date my experience with social media is gd. I like updating my status and posting links on Facebook and twitter. I also like Tumblr, Pininterest and Stumbleupon.

– Anu V

horror nightmare- stuck in a prison like hotel

A lonely story about King which the older house showed me in dreams before. I think something to do with bathing in a large tub. Underwater world. nightmare. He did not dress well. He is half man and half mammal. He is waiting for 2 Queens. Eerie to see his image. I got third eye. The Taoism scared me maybe cos I am more to Hinduism. I had no pottu lucky I trusted myself changed my hair style and put pottu using my pen. I felt better and prayed to lord shiva.

A girl spoke and told me all are buried except me. Scared me to the roots. Anyway I told myself to be brave and walk out of the door. A loud siren went off as if to notify someone I was escaping. I prayed loudly and screamed and saw Murugar help me. He guided me and lucky I saw another door. There was light. I wanted to call police. I paid the extra cash since they asked cos they keep saying I checked in earlier. I dare not mess around cos not any mothers around. I was thankful to see a SIngaporen. He drove me to Singapore.

trauma

I went mad and scared. Something about internet. Connection not there. I saw things. Walls, King alone waiting for 2 queens. All these happened in a hotel in JB, Malaysia. I hate blackness. I dun like when lights are not open. ANyway I should have chosen starbucks. or walk around to somewhere like ipoh. I dun understand why local boys can’t do anything about being handled by ppl they dun need. TO cut the story short he asked me to leave. I took the passport and left. Easy as a pie. The bus driver was friendly. They talk in tamil. THe regret maybe I should have carried a haversack. Too heavy the load. 2 bags. Someone is restricting my memory, brains and feelings.