An Unusual Home

• [K]iyoshi

  28 Dec 07, 14:34

  I have been thinking for a suitable name to blend the character of the
  star of this new story of mine. The name should be able to bring up a
  person that is well educated, with highly paid income but greedy and
  stubborn. HmmmÂ…I think Durai is a perfect name to use. Well, Durai
  is a middle age man who is single and is now living with his mother in a
  private estate. He always wanted to spend his excess saving on a HDB
  flat near his mum's home for investment but was unable to carry out
  because he was too busy with his works. Just recently, he was posted
  back to take charge of the Asia market and thus he has more time in
  town. So, for the next couple of weeks, Durai spent most of his night
  and weekend visiting the HDB re-sales unit for a dream home of his
  own.
  
  After a few round of extensive selection, valuation and consideration,
  he finally decided to buy a flat that has been vacant for years and the
  price was relatively cheaper. The reason for the unit to be vacant was
  unknown. The day he got an appointment to visit the flat with the HDB
  officer was a little strange but it doesn't bothered to a non religious man
  like him. :handsup:
  
  That day, the sky was sunny and the sun was shining bright on the
  greenery along his way to his new flat with his mother. But when they
  first stepped into the new flat, the cloud moved and blocked the sun
  from shining and thus the flat inside suddenly turned out to be darker
  and cooler even without any curtains by the window. Older people
  usually don't like this type of feeling especially if it is about their first
  visit to a new home. He insisted to buy the flat partly because the flat
  was not furnished and was almost empty and it would cost lesser to
  refurnish it. Just that night, Durai had a weird dream. He dreamt of a
  man at about his age asking him “How is it? Are you coming?”
  
  A day was fixed by the HDB for his keys collection. His mother was
  especially instructed him to bring a packet of salt to throw all corners
  inside his new flat to ward off any bad luck or spirits or whatever you
  can imaging. But Durai was stubborn enough to ignore his mother
  instruction. All because he don't have a religion and he is only have
  himself to believe. Durai went to the flat himself after collecting the keys
  and he stayed inside the flat for quite a while to figure out the concept
  of the renovation. Don't know why the flat is noticeably darker even the
  sky outside is sunny. Sun lights just don't seem to shine into this unit.
  But to him, the solution is to add more lighting to brighten up. Nothing
  seems too unusual. He walked into every room one after another.
  However, he realized that one of the rooms is unusually cooler than the
  other. No, he never thought that the room temperature does make any
  difference with his life later. In fact, he was happily thought that he
  could gain more saving from the power bill due to the natural cool of the
  room. That night, Durai had the weird dream again. He dreamt the
  same man asking him the same question “How is it? Are you coming?”
  
  Durai holds a key position in a big organization. He has thousand of
  work force works under his command. As such, nobody can change
  his mind once he has made a decision even his mother. Few months
  later, the renovation work was completed. Durai would made short stay
  in his new home once awhile if he is in town. Whenever he is out of
  town, one of his sisters who is a housewife would go over to his new
  home to help tidy up his flat because a single man is usually cannot
  tidy up a flat properly . :disgust2:
  
  One day, as usual his sister went and help tidy up her brother's flat
  when Durai was away to Malaysia. The flat was still new and therefore
  it was not very dusty; but she would still try to reach every corner to
  make sure it is sparkling clean. Suddenly, her attention was caught by
  the featured wall made up of nine pieces of mirror in the dining room. It
  is not because the mirror was dusty; it is because she saw a palm
  printed on the clean mirror. The palm print was about a size of a little
  child and it was nicely printed at a height that only an adult can
  reached . She was first puzzle but soon turned worry and frighten.
  She is now recalled what her mother said and her disapproval of the
  flat. Beside that, she don't remember Durai mention anything about his
  flat. She knew something could be not right and she also believed that
  her brother will never bring up any unusual matter because he wouldn't
  believe it. :runnynose:
  
  to be cont
• [K]iyoshi

  28 Dec 07, 14:35

  part 2 - An Unusual Home
  
  Durai's sister was very concerned about his safety. She tried to
  convince him to seek consultation from a medium but failed.
  Nevertheless, Durai only agreed on inviting his company staffs to come
  over his flat for a casual gathering. This might help ward off the spirits
  or any¡®ying qi' inside the flat with the help of stronger ¡®yang qi¡¯ from
  his invited guests.
  
  Well, the day for the party came. Most of his guests that night were
  guy from his company. They cracked peanuts, bottoms up mugs filled
  with beer while watching the English Premiere League on a big screen.
  Not long after midnight, the power supply to the entertainment ceased.
  They checked and realized that a safety switch in the DB was trip.
  They re-activated it but it would trip again after awhile. They thought
  that the power supply is overloaded and therefore they try to cut down
  the usage by switching off some unwanted appliances. But, the
  situation just doesn't improved, the DB trip again and again even after
  they had done switching off almost all the electrical appliances in the
  flat. They soon left the 'indoor stadium' and leave the problem to an
  electrician.
  
  The next day, the electrician met Durai's sister when she was there to
  help tidy her brother's junk flat. The electrician checked all the circuits
  but could not find any fault from the supply. And his sister was taking
  special notice to the mirror wall. She checked and sniff through every
  single inch of the mirror for palm. At the height of her kneels level, she
  found a fresh palm print again but this time it was a size of an adult's
  palm. The palm size was bigger than the previous one and it was more
  visible. Thus, she inspects the print closer to see if she could spot
  anything. The palm was nicely printed onto the mirror. Have you tried
  making a palm print onto a clean mirror? Try putting your palm onto the
  mirror, hold it there for awhile before you let go. The result is you don't
  usually get a nicely shaped palm on the mirror. All you could see is
  only a few fingers prints plus part of your palm. This is natural because
  human give out heat from our body and of course included palms.
  However, the palm print that appears in the Durai's home was really
  very amazing. the shape was nicely printed; really, I saw it in my own
  eyes. Only a palm that is cold and doesn't give out heat can produce
  that type of flawless print on the mirror. Too bad, I didn't have a digital
  camera then to capture that image for you to see. Anyway, she share
  her discovery with the electrician hoping that he could give some
  advises to her. The electrician is one of our helper in our temple. He
  was shocked to see the palm on the mirror and he share with her that
  her brother's flat is indeed a bit weird. During the period of renovation
  work, the electrician would stayed up for the whole night after his each
  visit to the flat during the day. No matter how hard he tried, he just
  couldn't get himself into sleep that night. And this happened if only he
  visited the flat.
  
  His sister knew exactly what she needs to do now. She went and
  discussed this with her mother and later they decided to come to our
  temple for consultation through the help of the electrician. Dua Ya Pek
  was invited to chair the session. After some intensive checked on the
  location, Dua Ya Pek found out that the unit in question is in the way to
  the gate of hell. This also means that there are hundred or thousand of
  spirits walked pass the flat everyday. Those spirits were just passing by
  and generally they are harmless. However, it is not advisable for human
  to live inside a flat with spirits eventhough they may be harmless. The
  unbalance of ¡®yin¡¯ Òõ and ¡®yang¡¯ Ñô could ultimately affect the health
  or the luck of the person living inside the flat. The bad news is, the gate
  of hell cannot be relocated. The good news is, for the case of Durai,
  the problem can be fixed with offering a ¡®Cheng Wang¡¯ ³Ç»Ê deity
  inside the flat. That would certainly help balancing the ¡®yin¡¯ Òõ
  and ¡®yang qi¡¯ ÑôÆø of the flat. But too bad, the latter suggestion would
  never be approved by the flat owner. Well, we can't force Durai to
  swallow everything we said if he doesn't believe. We can only leave the
  rest to fate. :handsup:
  
  to be cont....
• [K]iyoshi

  28 Dec 07, 14:37

  final - An Unusual Home
  
  Durai's mother was helpless. Selling off the flat is definitely out of
  question. All she could do now is to persuade him to rent the unit out
  quickly which was also a plan intended by Durai for extra income. But,
  none of the tenants he rented to stayed more than 2 months and he
  had since changed 3 different tenants within a period of 6 months. All
  of his ex-tenants complained that his home is too noisy to sleep at
  night. They describe it as like sleeping along a busiest street in the
  world. :freakedout:
  
  Due to the nature of his job, Durai travels frequently to our neighboring
  country for business and he like to drive up north in his sports car,
  When he comes back, he would usually ‘da pao' pumped extra petrol
  into a spare container for used to refill his tank in singapore later. One
  sunny day, as usual, Durai parked his car onto his mother's private car
  pouch. He took out the spare container filled with petrol which he
  bought from JB during his last visit. He then starts to pour the petrol
  into his car petrol tank by a plastic funnel. He had been doing this for
  many times and he can handle it very well. But this time, a slight haze
  and a careless mistake he made turn out to be a disaster to him. In
  order to check if the tank was already filled, he did something he never
  had done it before. He took out a lighter from his pocket and he ignited
  a flame near to his car petrol tank and put his naked face closed to it
  just to look into the hole. The petrol tank he was looking at was emitting
  flammable gas and thus at a flash of a heat, Durai was engulf by a ball
  of flame. His upper part of the body was caught in the fire very
  quickly. His family members heard his screaming and dashed out to
  see him rolling in pain on the floor. An ambulance was dispatch to the
  scene speedily. His housewife sister accompanied him into the
  ambulance. Although Durai was badly burnt from the upper part of his
  body, he was still conscious. I think he must be struggled to be stayed
  conscious. Why? Because he had a very important word for his sister.
  He said “jie, if anything bad would to happen to me, remember to dump
  everything from my flat. I think those things are stained and I don't want
  you to bring back to mom's home.” Although his sister was very
  distraught at this time but she try to make him speak out more
  information pertaining to his new flat since he want to talk now. The
  next thing he said with a whisper tone was “jie, I think you might be
  right, the flat is dirty, I kept dreaming a middle age man asking me how
  is it and am I going since the first day I went to the flat. I also
  discovered palm prints on the mirror wall but I dare not to tell you.”
  
  Durai's voice got weaker and weaker. By the time the ambulance
  reached the hospital, he was almost in a state of semi coma. His
  sobbing housewife sister was the only one heard his untold dreams and
  the only one in his family to see him wheeled into the operating theatre
  alive.
  
  Durai was put into an intensive care unit for observation. His distraught
  mother and sister are now making an urgent appointment to see our
  Dua Ya Pek in our temple. All the temple helpers were activated to
  report for duty in an hour time. As usual, we setup the altar in our
  temple for Dua Ya Pek but this time, we have another guest to invite. It
  was Durai. Yes, we were instructed to find out the type of foods, drinks
  and brand of cigarette he used to smoke so that we could invite his soul
  into our temple more smoothly. Beside that, not to forget the officers
  that escorts him to our temple. We have to offer them with wine, food
  and some incense papers just outside our temple. That was to make the
  officers feel respected. Respected is a term they use, bribery is the
  term we use. Haha :biggrin4:
  
  Anyway, it didn't take us very long to invite Durai's soul into our temple.
  Our Dua Ya Pek had a word with him. Their communication was
  soundless. The only sound we heard was from the abacus seeds and
  sobbing sound from his mother and sister. The whole session didn't
  take very long to end. But it end with a man's life taken away. Durai
  was very badly burnt. As such, Dua Ya Pek gave him a chance to
  choose for himself whether to stay alive disfigures or leave the world
  with a nice memory to other. Durai, a perfectionist chose the lattar. :cry3:
  
  The next day, our temple was told by his sister that Durai had passed
  away in the morning. Well, the middle age man in his dream is now
  firmed that he is going. In fact, he has gone. Durai die because of an
  accident. The accident happened because he was down on his luck
  and he doesn't have enough good deeds to prevent the accident from
  happening. :runnynose:
  
  the end.