He appeared out of nowhere, framed by the half-closed door leading to the lift lobby on the lower ground floor where our parking bay was, and he vanished just as fast.
A youngish man probably in his 20s, he was clad in a dark blue t-shirt and equally dark pants, and was clutching what looked like file or a book with a black cover. He had his back to us, thus I couldn 't see his face.
The time was just past 11pm and the day, Saturday last; we had just parked our car upon arriving home from dinner at the Club in celebration of Nawwar's and Naj's birthdays.
The distance between the parking bay and the lift lobby was so near, perhaps a one-minute stroll, and we were walking towards it when I caught sight of him framed by the door.
I had expected him to still be waiting for a lift, or to have gotten into one of the two carriages, when we got to the lift entrance.
But he was nowhere to be seen, both lifts were still stationary, the heavy fire-resistant lobby doors were closed and not a soul was around.
Me: "Eh? Where's the guy?"
Pak Abu: "What guy?"
Me: "The young man in blue in front of us just now."
Pak Abu: "There was no one in front of us."
Me: "Haa... are you sure??"
Pak Abu: "Absolutely."
It was as though the man had disappeared into the walls of the lift lobby! That really gave me the heebie-jeebies, especially since it happened on the heels of an unnerving episode just 30 minutes earlier.
I was sitting pretty in the karaoke lounge at the Club, waiting for my turn to sing, when a male voice suddenly whispered into my ears. I couldn't make out the words.
I turned to the right, to where the voice had come from, thinking it was one of our karaoke 'kakis'. There was nobody. In fact I was sitting at the far end and everybody else was on my left.
As I turned my face, from the corner of my eye I saw a flash of black crawling on the floor across the door. But when I peered, it was gone. Sufficiently spooked, I decided it was time to go home.
Pak Abu was philosophical about it. "Must be your extra sense acting up again. Been a while isn't it since you feel and see 'things', right?"
Yup, ever since we returned from the Hajj two years ago, life had been quite peaceful; no visions, no dreams or nightmares, no acute feelings of the extra-sensory kind, nothing. So please, please don't start ....
Just so people do not misunderstand me, I do not "bela" anything nor have anything to do with this "saka-saka" residue, whatever they are. I see and feel things sometimes, that's about it.
I fully believe there are 'others' inhabiting this world of ours - they are God's creations too - and if they choose to make themselves seen every now and then, there's nothing much people like me can do about it.