Late-night laughter on a city street always made her nervous…

Late-night laughter on a street always made her nervous…

The creepy laughter echoed as if haunting her as she walks down the alley sending goosebumps to her skin. “This is Milano Cove”, Melissa stammered. There couldn’t possibly be any spirits… Grandma’s superstitions were but a belief. Perhaps it could be the movie, or perhaps I needed a break.., she thought.

Milano Cove is the safest city in Philippines considering the high taxes the residents have to pay to the authorities as a contribution to the country and to keep potent unwanted threats at bay. Only those who can afford the lavish lifestyle stays here. The place was known to be quiet and seldom do cars pass by, whirling dead leaves in the air. Recently, Lelissa has noticed the influx of younger families who have their teenagers causing noise pollution or public nuisance as they often hung out in groups, in cafes or in bars. Though the alleys were dark with many hidden corners for intrusion robbers often take advantage of, residents here can expect to walk down them confidently knowing help is a mere minute away.

“Watching horror movies is the best way to relieve stress because it’s like riding a roller coaster down the apex to the bottom.” Pricilla always declared. “You study too much, Melissa. Those eye bags are hideous! You need to take a break!”

Melissa was never a fan of horrow genres. Infact, she had nightmares spanning a week right after watching each scary film. She enjoys comedies best, or romance movies, but only action thrillers put her at the edge of her seat. Even after explaining to her cliques of her dislike, she was dragged into the cinema together with them, assured that she will sit through just fine.

Not only was the laughter in horror films scary, when Melissa was younger, she went through a horrifying experience that left her emotional stigmas from then on. As she was quiet and always by herself, the bullies frequently surrounded her at corners and hurled insults at her, “What fuzzy hair you have, you must never have combed them!” and sometimes “What a loner, I never knew you existed!”. The others would laugh and that horrific moment has been with her ever since…

Streets

Trapped in her memories, as she walked on soullessly, the laughter seemed more distinct. Nearing her home the lights were switched off. She was not sure what was going on, but her curiosity

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Author: Lazy Worm

A student, a son and an Entrepreneur. Kai loves skating, cycling and walking up Orchard Road. He hails from Singapore, and is an agnostic. He loves to interact over devices and dislikes waiting for responses for too long.

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