One missed Call Shock...

I love horror movies. Espacially Japaneses and korean types. I like the feeling when you feel like somone is at your back plus paranoia. Yeah, I know, it's weird. Who the hell likes to be scared? But hey, you need a daily dose of fear to make your daily life a little exciting. Unfortunately, I watched too many horror movies that I even yawn while watching The Grudge. It's like everytime I watch a scary movie, I can predict what will happen next. Though, I've been waiting to watch paranom Activty 2 ever since my friend told me about it. But anyway, it happened on wednesday. My aunt wanted to go to Johor to visit her cousin sister (I think...) so my family and I offered to send her. It was an ass-sore journey. With the traffic and accident and oh, you'll know you're a malaysian when you have to stop and look at every damn accident that happen on the highway. I mean, can't you just drive off instead of looking? The next thing you knew a traffic jam is ahead of you! More ass-sore! So anyway, we eventully arrive at the house. My dad knocked on the door for more than five times. No answered. So he turn the door knob and found out the door was not locked. We enter the house anyway. We called out for any living person but no one replied. Freaky eh? We made ourselves comfortable at the living room while my aunt went upstairs to check. It was so quiet. One more thing, the house is full with cats. Histeria cat, grumpy cat, just-had-his-caffeine cat and more. My little brother was shooing the cat away when they came close to him, my sister was stroking a really fat cat, my dad was reading a newspaper beside me; ignoring us while my mom was busy checking if there was any cat furs on her chair.I was seriously getting bored. We were all doing our own things when a song instantly made us stop. Somewhere in the house, the One Missed Call ringtone, japanese version, ring throughout the house. As the ringtone was playing, we instantly checked our handphones. Minus my little borther of course. The ringtone didn't came from our phones. Finally, the song stopped. We glanced at each other. "So... Who die?" My dad teased. I was the only one laughing. Before my sister could replied, my aunt came down along with her cousin sister and a few other people. While we were having lunch, I asked if anyone heard the One Missed Call tone. My aunt look at me and said, "Diaorang ni, mana ada handphonelah ayong. Baru je bawak gi repair semalam" I nearly choke on my langsat. Look's like I got my daily dose of fear after all....