I was walking some other night on a dark alley. There was a big house on my left. The lights were on, but only a few seconds after looking at it, the lights coming out of the third floor had been put off. Well, not my problem. There was a huge straight wall guarding my right. It’s about six-feet tall and it would be easy for me to try and reach the top with my hands if I jumped. But I didn’t. I continued walking when I saw a cat. I was not sure if it’s a cat since it was as big as a cat, but it could pass for a huge sewer rat. The lighting was not so good since the street lights can only emit so little. My cellphone could illuminate the street brighter than that street light, I thought. I’m not particularly scared or disgusted by the creature anyway, so I let it pass. I turned on my iPod and scrolled to Enya through the artists. Good, Orinoco Flow. Something that would calm my nerves. I’m not very jumpy but I saw another cat-like rat, or was it a rat-like cat running in front of me. I almost fell, but then I let it pass again. I was thinking, it was nothing. It’s just a cat… or a rat, so I continued walking. By this time, my heart was pounding like calm and repetitive knocks on the door, without too much sense of urgency. I shall not be scared, I shall not be scared. I formulated an instant mantra inside my brain, mixing with the music I’ve been playing through my headphones. Should I try looking forward then?
Maybe I’m too pessimistic of a person. All these years, I used to walk in a slouched posture while looking downwards, or maybe it was something that I retained unconsciously when our church priest told us that monks practiced walking while looking on their feet. That way, they have freed themselves from the temptations of looking at people and making bad prejudgments about them. Then I thought about monks. Not that they’re bald or they wear something pure white or gray and they move with eccentricity, but monks creep me out a little. I would even die a bit if I see a monk right now, so I continued walking without looking forward.
By this time, my heart is pounding a bit louder, like a sub-woofer playing disco music on a dark empty room. I’m trying to walk faster and I turned the volume so loud it drowned my heartbeats. Then I remembered this movie, that supernatural creatures can also intercept through audio devices, so I creeped out a little bit more. I’m dead scared that moment but I continued on, pushing another mantra inside my already chaotic and dead-scared brain. This will pass, this will pass. Please God, this will pass. Then I closed my eyes. And just a millisecond before I closed my eyes, I saw a foot, walking in the opposite direction. By impulse, I opened my eyes, and looked behind me. There was nothing. Not even the street lights. Not even a faint trace of the alley I was walking through. My heart would stop in a minute if I don’t trick my head thinking that everything was just a delusion. I reverted my vision to my feet, and continued to walk, tons faster now.
Just then, another cat, now I’m certain it was a cat, ran and sat on my foot making me halt for an instant. The cat was silently and ever so carefully lifting its head towards me. It was slow, like dead crawling so I avoided being caught up with its eyes. I looked quickly upwards and saw a bulb. I believe it was a street light hanging just above me, but I was not sure. It made me feel a bit more calm, though, and it gave me this sense of belonging that everything already came back to normal. Then I figured out I should continue and walk on, but when I looked downwards again, the same cat was staring at me. Staring deep into my eyes, like there is a passage inside it, and the most magnificent cat food was waiting inside. In a few seconds, the cat’s eyes turned bigger and bigger, so fast that in a minute, its eyes turned bigger than her face. I tried to wag her off my foot and ran. I was crying. My other slipper gave up and left me on my own. The other one became more of a problem so I threw it also. I ran and ran, and was crying until I tripped on to a small stump. It hurt real bad, but I didn’t fall so I had nothing else to do, but to try and run a bit faster. I was scared to death. So scared that nothing could ever scare me more than that particular experience. I was running, knowing that something was definitely wrong. That wouldn’t have happened in the real world. I was not sure how it started but it would probably be the moment I entered this alley, or if playing Orinoco Flow on this exact part of the world switched another orbit that enabled me to travel to this scary part I wouldn’t want to be a part of.
Right! Orinoco Flow. I reached for my iPod. Just in time for stopping the music, I closed my eyes. I don’t know how long I closed my eyes but when I woke up, I’m on the same alley. I was breathing heavily when I looked to my left. There it is, the house. All the lights were open, then suddenly, the lights from the third floor had been put off. I turned around, and never tried walking through that same alley, ever again.