The Small, Rolling Heads

For today, i'm going back to the story of my old house in Cheras.

Remember my old post regarding the story of that house? Well, for today this story revolves around one of my closest cousins.

As you may remember in one of my earliest posts here , you may read about the part in the living room when i saw that large, ghastly figure.

Once in a while, my cousins would come from Taiping and basically stay with us for a few days normally during the school holidays ( we were kids at that time of course ). Of course, rooms weren't enough for all of us to fit in, so our standard procedure would be to sleep together, all in a bunch, in the living room. We would all sleep in a row, with our feet basically facing the glass sliding door, if you remember me explaining the details of my living room.

It was 3am, and my cousin woke up to a sound of scratching on the tile floor, just below his feet. Thinking it was the cat ( we owned one stray cat last time ), he gave a little nudge with his foot to shoo it away, without looking at it. The feeling was....mushy. He thought maybe it was the stomach. A few seconds later, it came back doing the same thing again. This time my cousin pushed it away a bit harder. Only, he felt the ' stomach ' of the cat, became...flabbier now.

Feeling the awkwardness, he woke up, and looked to his feet.

What he saw, was something he had never set his eyes upon. There were 6 of us, 12 feet all in a straight line, and below each of our feet, there were small weird 'HEADS', with little arms and legs attached to the heads itself. Each heads had one small eye, and one big eye. With things looked like small tumours popping out. The heads were rolling at our feet, dancing. With his eyes fixated on those heads, he couldn't do nothing except to just watch in horror the weird creatures set upon our feet.

Imagine this head, but with bumps, small legs and arms attached

Each heads had small mouths, opening and closing as if they were talking to my cousin. All he heard was some sort of a crowded noise, weird and freaky.

This continued for about 2 minutes, the heads just kept on rolling at our feet, as if dancing, until all heads stopped, and laid eyes on my cousin.

Getting his sense back together again, the only normal instinct that a normal human being would do is..HIDE! He pulled up his blanket, covering his head, and shut tight his eyes, with his heart pounding like a nail, and fell asleep.

This story was told to us years after the 'incident.' He felt that there are things should be best kept for himself until it was the right time to tell people about it. And the weird part is, the right time would be when people are telling ghost stories to each other.

How ironic is that?

Well, that's that for today. Will come back tomorrow for more of my own ghost stories. Till then...