The Warped Web – An Excerpt


He turned, and was about to walk towards the door, when he noticed a drop of blood about the size of an old sixpence on the corner of the sink. He was certain it wasn’t there when he first came in. He studied himself carefully to see if his body had left this unsavoury mark on the white porcelain. “No, not me!” he said, positive that it was not his own body fluid. He glanced at the floor and noticed several other red spots which were leading towards the door. He followed the trail but stopped dead when he saw a dark shadow through the frosted glass. As far as he knew, the other offices, of which there were two, had all closed at five which meant he should be the only person left in the building. He wasn’t sure whether it was the remains of the alcohol playing tricks on him but he felt the hairs stand up on the back of his neck and he froze . . .

*The Warped Web is out now on paperback and ebook.

Paralyzed (Halloween special 2)


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One time, I dreamed I was being dragged along the ground. I didn’t know who was dragging me. All I know was that I was being dragged by the arms. I tried to move my body, but I felt paralyzed. The only think I could do was speak. Everything around me was pitch black. I couldn’t see a single thing.

“Who’s there? What’s happening? Let me go,” I cried out.

But there was no answer. I was terrified. I didn’t know what else to do. And then all of a sudden, the dragging stopped. I fell on my back. I looked up, but I still couldn’t see anything. There was total silence. Even though I couldn’t see or hear anything, I had a strange feeling that I wasn’t alone. I felt a ghostly presence. I tried to move, but I still couldn’t.

“Hello? Somebody help me. Hello?” I cried out again.

There was still no answer. Nothing was happening. I began to feel paranoid. What’s going to happen to me? Am I going to be like this forever? Is somebody going to save me? After what seemed like a long time, I blinked, and woke up with a jump.

I looked around my room. It was still night. My heart was beating and thumping hard and fast. I felt relieved and scared at the same time. The nightmare, or whatever it was, it had felt extremely real. It didn’t feel like a dream, or a nightmare. I’ve had scary dreams/nightmares in the past, and the effect it had on me was nothing compared to the one I had. There were no comparisons.

A Penang Story – Part 2 Haunted home (Halloween special 1)

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*Actual names have been changed.

The following accounts are real.

First account:

During my time in Penang, which was 11 years ago, I lived in a condominium with two other female flatmates, *Renee and Kate. Renee was also the landlord of our unit. The condominium consisted of two huge blocks. The buildings were very tall, and each floor had about eight units (hope that makes sense). The size of each unit wasn’t big, and it consisted of three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a small kitchen and living room area, and a balcony. Although every unit had a main front door, there was also a main gate to each of the unit, which was good for extra protection. Overall, the condominium was ‘alright’ looking. It wasn’t glamorous either, nor did it have a welcoming look, if I have to be honest. There were times when I didn’t feel safe. Each floor was eerily quiet. Not many neighbours would talk to each other. And the lifts can be creepy, especially when you are alone. Renee and Kate would work all day during the weekdays, and every Friday, after work, they would often go back to their home town, which left me to be by myself until Sunday or Monday, when they would return. At that time, I didn’t go out much during the weekends, except for going out to dinner with my uncle and his family, and I would always be back before 10 at night. After then, I would drown myself in homework. Strangely enough, at exactly midnight every Saturday, I could hear the doorbell ringing, followed by two women’s voices calling out. They sounded polite, too polite in fact.

“Excuse me, good evening.” (Really??? Midnight is not exactly evening)

“Is anybody home? Do you have any newspapers?” (???????)

And then a couple more ringing of the doorbell.

“Hello, is anybody home?”

I never answered the door. Renee had warned me a number of times to never open the door when I was home alone, especially if I wasn’t expecting anyone. So I listened to her. After a short while, there was no more ringing of the doorbell or the voices of the women, nor could I hear them calling out to my neighbours and asking them for newspapers. I then ignored it and went back to doing my work. In the beginning, I didn’t think much about the two women. But as it started occurring every Saturday midnight (yes, seriously, every single Saturday) with the women asking the same exact questions about newspapers, I began to get a ‘funny’ feeling. I was confused, and yet, curious about the women. Why were they asking for newspapers? If so, why did they have to come every Saturday midnight? Why not at other times? And why don’t I hear them calling out to the other units. It was creepy and strange. One night, I was tempted to look through the peephole, but was afraid the women might see the shadow of my feet (there was a tiny gap space between the bottom of the door and the floor). So I covered the entire gap with a shirt. Just before midnight approached, I turned off all the lights, except for the one near the balcony (didn’t want to freak myself out in the dark). I then looked through the peephole and waited. Midnight arrived. The women were nowhere in sight, nor could I hear their voices. Five minutes past twelve, I was about to give up waiting, thinking that they weren’t going to come. I looked away from the peephole, and just when I was about to walk away from the door, I heard the doorbell, followed by them calling out whether I had newspapers. I suddenly felt scared. I wanted to look through the peephole, but I couldn’t. I was scared. I had a bad feeling about looking through the peephole. My instinct told me not to look. So I stepped away from the door and remained quiet. After a short while, the doorbell ringing and calling out stopped. I didn’t hear them anymore. But I didn’t look through the peephole to find out.

Throughout my time at the condominium, I never found out who those women were, nor did I ever see them with my own eyes.


Second account coming shortly…………





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My deepest condolences to those affected. I should have posted my condolences earlier, but I was in total shock and distress since the tragedy happened. I didn’t know anyone on board, but yet, it felt like I did.

“One woman’s body is unimaginably scarred, but the red paint on her toenails is still smooth and unchipped and the skin of her one remaining foot has retained its lifelike lustre. The blond hair of another passenger is in perfect condition, but her body has been split and torn. A young boy’s corpse is nearby. His white Tommy Hilfiger shirt is still clean, marked only by the blood near his head and shoulder. His face is well preserved with a strong brow and dark straight hair. But he has suffered a traumatic head wound.” 

– Text taken from The Telegraph online (MH17 – A scene of horror) 19/07/14

Halloween cupcakes

Happy Halloween!!!

Today, my son and I were at the Dagenham Heathway Centre in East London, making Halloween cupcakes with other children and their parents. Below are some of the fun/monstrous/gruesome cupcakes that were made.

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Meet the brother and sister cupcake monsters made by a girl called Catrina/Katrina (sorry for the spelling sweetie).  cup4



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*The Dagenham Heathway Centre is a welcoming place where parents with children, particularly those with additional needs, come together. The centre provides a variety of fun activities, especially during the school holidays. It is also a place where parents meet regular, have coffee, lunch, cook, laugh, sing, zumba, joke with one another, and most importantly, to arise anything that concerns them and their children.

I am a proud mother to a beautiful autistic child, and I would take him to the Heathway Centre almost every Saturday for his playgroup. It didn’t take me long to fit in with the Heathway family. In fact, after meeting the family for one afternoon, I was already fitting in. And by then, almost everybody knew my name. That is how accepting, welcoming, and humble the centre is.

Review: Re-cycle (Chinese horror)

Re-cycle is an Asian horror movie from Hong Kong. It is written and directed by Danny and Oxide Pang, also known as the Pang brothers.

The movie is about an author, Ting-Yin, who is ‘living’ her novel as she writes it. After publishing three successful romantic novels, Ting-Yin struggles to come up with the idea for the follow-up novel. Her book agent comes up with the idea that she should turn to a different genre. And before she knows it, her book agent has already come up with the new title and genre, Re-cycle, a supernatural novel. But as soon as she starts to work on her new novel, she finds it hard to concentrate (writer’s block). She keeps on writing and deleting her work. Since then, strange events begin to take place in her apartment. She soon realizes that what she experiences is what she has already written for her new novel. One night, she steps out of the elevator in her apartment building and ends up in a terrifying world where all abandon things in life ends up, including ghosts and lost souls. She soon meets an old man and a familiar young girl who helps her find her way back to her own world. But she has not got much time, because a female ghost that she had created and written about and later erased from the new novel, is after her.

Overall, the movie reminds me of a dark and scary version of Disney World meets the afterlife. It has a scary, fantasy, and adventurous setting. I also noticed that some parts of the movie have relations to what some Chinese people believe in reality, such as the scenes with the aborted babies and the graveyard scenes. These scenes seemed more realistic in terms of its meanings compared to the scene with the giant, abandon toys. My favourite scene is when Ting-Yin and the young girl have to cross a bridge where the dead walks. Ting-Yin has to hold her breath as she crosses the bridge. In reality, the Chinese believe that if you are anywhere near a place where the ghosts and spirits wanders at night, like a graveyard, always hold your breath, or else the ghost or spirit will follow or possess you. Even the background music to that scene will get you praying for Ting-Yin to make it across the bridge. Apart from the movie being scary and heart-jumping, there is also a sense and feeling of lost and sadness between Ting-Yin and the young girl, who holds a big secret that only she and the old man knows.

This might sound silly, but after watching the movie, it somehow got me thinking as to whether this kind of world really exists. Or if that is what the afterlife looks like. There is also a slight twist at the end of the movie. Some might get it, some probably won’t. As for me, I am in the middle. I have seen this movie four times, and I am still wondering about the ending. It is one of those endings where the answer is right in front of you the entire time without you even realizing it. Unless you are smart enough to realize it from the beginning.

My favourite character in the movie is the young girl, because I can feel the loneliness and sadness that she feels, especially during those times when she wants Ting-Yin to know her big secret.

In my opinion, the only negative and disappointing thing I have to say about the movie is that I’d wanted to see more of the terrifying, fantasy world. When it reached the climax of the movie, I feel as though everything, the scenes and the actions, were happening kind of fast, like the directors wanted to finish the movie and get to the point as soon as possible. I thought that the other scenes before the climax were much better than the climax itself. However, this is just my opinion.

This movie is definitely worth a watch. Check out the link below for the trailer.

Asian horrors

I just finished watching ‘The Haunting’ from 1999. It is the third time I have seen it. After all these years, I still find the movie scary in terms of the history of the house and its story rather than the overall action and storyline of the movie. In case I haven’t mention, I am a huge horror fan. But to be precise, I am more into the spiritual and ghostly horrors. And whenever I watch these kind of horrors, I am always interested in the story behind it, like how it happen. Like a prequel. The beginning. However, I did watch a little bit of the original version of ‘The Haunting’. I can’t comment much on it as I didn’t finish the movie. Another horror movie that I like which is similar to ‘The Haunting’ is Stephen King’s ‘Rose Red’, followed by the prequel ‘The Diary of Ellen Rimbauer’. This is a good example of what I like. A prequel to a story. But no horrors can beat my love for Asian horrors, especially Thai horrors. Many of the Asian horrors keep the audience guessing. And the ending is usually very unexpected in a good and yet scary kind of way. I would like to share and recommend some good Asian horrors which I would watch over and over again.

First one is ‘Recycle’. It is a Hong Kong horror. I will be doing a review on this, therefore I will not comment on it for now. Second one is a Thai horror ‘Mae Nak’. It is a beautiful horror based on a true story from the 19th century. It is about a husband who goes off to war and leaves behind a pregnant wife. The wife later dies while giving birth, and so does the baby. Due to the fact that the wife’s love for the husband is so strong, she and the baby comes back as ghosts. When the husband finally returns, he has no idea that his wife and the baby are already dead. This movie made me cry, because it represents true love between the husband and wife. The third one is another Thai horror ‘Coming Soon’. Now, this movie is proper scary. It is a about a movie that is cursed. Whoever watches it will also be cursed, and they will end up being trapped in the movie itself. The fourth one is a Vietnamese horror ‘Spirits’. It is the eerie and haunting atmosphere and setting that makes it a good horror. The movie focuses on a writer, a mysterious beautiful woman, and a nurse. Even though the three main characters are connected to one another, their background story is told separately. Lastly, a Korean horror ‘R-Point’. The movie is set in Vietnam during the Vietnam war. It is about a group of South Korean soldiers who goes to an island to look for some of their missing soldiers. Strange events begin to take place upon arrival, and the group of solders soon find it hard to distinguish what is real and what is not. This movie requires full attention in order to be understood. I had to watch it three or four times in order to ‘sort of’ understand it. I am still trying to figure it out.

So those are some of my favourite Asian horrors. I occasionally enjoy English/American horrors. But I somehow find Asian horrors much more scarier.