at first, i was just standing there, waiting, and didn't really take notice of him, until, out the corner of my eye, i thought i saw him keep on looking and looking at me. i don't know why, but i was struck by a sudden fear, and for the first ever time in my life, i picked up my mobile and dialled home. as i was waiting desperately to get through, i turned around to walk behind him and perhaps secretly take a closer look... only to meet his eyes, to my fright. i quickly averted my gaze but he continued looking and looking on at me. i wondered if it was because he'd guessed the reason i was using my phone.
he had very black slicked-back hair, a pretty normal face except for something that looked vaguely like a very light line down one side of his face, and was quite okay-ly dressed. but i'd never seen him around before... or maybe i never noticed, i don't know. as the lift door opened and we had to walk in (i still went in 'cos i didn't want him to think i was afraid), yati answered my call. and as i was saying "hello, i'm downstairs coming up now. open the door for me hor, thanks ah.", he was still staring intently at me. i was wondering if he was thinking to himself, "do i really look so much like a bad person that she must call home for help?" i didn't mean to, but i don't know why, i was just quite freaked out.
he pressed the button for the twelfth floor, then i pressed the fifth floor button and hung up the phone. wah, at that time, i was so damn scared i could feel my heart thumping away so madly, i wondered if i was trembling. it got so bad i had to lean heavily back against the lift wall, which caused the lift to shake a little, and even then, i kept on feeling that he was still observing me, and pretty intently.
finally, i got out the lift at my floor and bounded up the stairs home. man, you don't know how relieved i was to be back. and my heart didn't stop thumping for a long time after i'd related the incident to my dad. (i mean, i gotta explain how come i so da pai call home to demand that the door be opened for me right?) maybe i was being paranoid, or maybe it was my super active imagination taking over, but i just didn't want anything like the few previous incidents to happen again. silly as this sounds, thank God i reached home safe and sound. maybe there was no cause for worry at all, but still, i don't think i've felt so freaked out for a long time already. not good for the heart.