The night of horror

You Are 70% Psychic

You are pretty psychic. While you aren't Miss Cleo, you've got a little ESP going on. And although you're sometimes off on your predictions... You're more often right than wrong So go with your instincts - you know more than you think

Are You Psychic?

I've been under the weather for many days, and yesterday was the worst. I couldn't sleep last night because of nasal congestion and my throat was as dry as the desert. When I was finally in dreamland, I suddenly felt something moving in my ears, very near to the ear-drums. I woke up screaming while shaking Mr. Hubby's legs,

'Tolong! Tolong! Ada insect masuk telinga I!' I was shaking my head at the same time, hoping that the insect will fall out. I was panic stricken as I could feel the poor creature buzzing and flapping it's wings inside my ears, and that's very close to my brain.

Mr. Hubby woke up with a start and went to grab his handphone, I thought he was going to call for an ambulance. He switched on the phone and it started to illuminate. He then put the gadget next to my ear while pulling my hair to the back.

'What are you doing?' I thought he was dreaming still.

'The insect will go towards the light. Here... come here... insect. It's an ant or 'kelkatu'?' he was still holding his phone next to my ear.

'How would I know what it is. All I know is that it's still alive! This is not working, get something else.' I was half screaming then, that had to be my worst fear (hey, not having money in the bank was not as horrible as this experience, ok).

Mr. Hubby went to get a metal ear cleaner (the thing with one end shaped like a small spoon). He started digging my ear with the device. At one point, I thought the metal thing touched the insect that it started struggling again.

'Arhhhhh! It's still alive! Get it out! Get it out!' I was almost in tears then, I imagined the creature will crawl inside my ear tunnel, then headed straight to my brain and with one sting it will paralyse my medula oblongata (whatever that section was for, I couldn't remember).

'I cannot see inside your ear!' Mr. Hubby gave up and pass me the ear cleaner. I started digging myself, slowly and carefully; afraid that I would injure my ear drums. After a few minutes of fruitless digging effort, I couldn't feel anything anymore. Was it dead? Has it fallen out? Or it's buried inside my skull? I looked on the bed, between the sheets, on the floor and in my pyjamas, but couldn't find it.

Once I was sure it was not bothering me anymore, I continued sleeping. Until today I'm not sure whether it's still there.