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This is it, the first online serial novel for #salleh's_place: Online. We truly hope you enjoy it.
I was sitting at my usual spot at salleh's place, doing my usual thing. For those of you who arent familiar with me, my 'usual thing' involves sitting down, drinking teh o ais and watching people pass by.
To the casual observer, this may seem to be a pathetic endeavour, the routine of a dedicated no-lifer. Well, to set the record straight, I am a no-lifer and I am proud of what I am, thank you very much.
So there i was sitting at my usual spot when i realised that my glass had gone empty. I raised my hand to Abass.
"Abass!"
As I finished my order, Stats came and sat down oposite me. He had just returned from a trip to the toilet.
"Puas?" I asked.
At that moment, Fara and Jee joined us. Fara was humming some George Micheal tune while Jee was munching away on some kuaci. We said our welcomes.
"Dei Jee, when are you going to update the page?", I asked
That particular remark resulted in in a few whacks from Fara and Jee. I laughed out loud as irritating other people was an activity I enjoyed very much.
Then Duke_H made his entrance. Duke was acknowledged by most people as the regular beefcake. Everyone loved to bug him about it.
"Hensem dah mai," said Stats.
Well, when one sits down and consumes drink after drink, pretty soon nature starts to take its course. There was a burning sensation in my bladder and all I could think of were waterfalls, flowing rivers, rain and the Kenyir Dam bursting, flooding the surrounding area with ton upon ton of water. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to go take a leak.
Having excused myself, I rushed forth to that ever so welcome place for bursting bladders, the toilet.
Upon reaching the toilet, I paid the lady the 20 sen entrance fee and made a quick dash to the urinals. A sense of relief overwhelmed me as water poured through the urinal. Now, it may seem to some people that one must pay for the better things in life. Well, I contend that it isnt true. The best things in life are free and there is nothing better than taking a piss. It's pure bliss. The euphoria felt when water gushes from the bladder to the bottom of a urinal cannot be compared. It is like that Irene Cara song: "Oh what a feelin'!"
As I hitched up my pants, I heard a sound from one of the toilet stalls. It isnt easily described. One thing for sure is that it wasn't he sound of the toilet backing up. It sounded like when someone uses the transporter on Star Trek: The next Generation. Then there was a gurgling sound.
Generally, I am the greatest coward I know of, but in this particular case, my curiosity got the better of me.
I approached the source of the sound with my heart thumping faster than that of a rabbit in heat. As I neared the bowl, the sound became louder.
glug
I looked into the bowl and saw this huge bubble rise up from the innards of the plumbing. As it burst, a giant hand reached up and grabbed my face, trying to pull me in. I struggled with all my might but the hand had me in a solid grasp. Try as i might, I could not get the damn thing to let go.
As my head hit the inside of the toilet bowl, a vision came to me. I saw myself forever trapped in the maze of toilet plumbing, trying endlessly to escape by grabbing people's arses while they are about to do their business, in the hopes that in their shock, they will drag me to freedom with them.
And then, all of a sudden, it all stopped. The hand let go and went back into the darkness of the toilet bowl.
I ran out, wetter than an olympic swimmer after a competition, but i didn't care. As long as I was away from that damned place, I was a happy man. I was so relieved that I bumped into a stranger, a chinese bloke wearing a black South Park t-shirt.
"Aiyaa! What happened to you aa?"
The guy paid his entrance fee and went in. I heard a shot scream and then silence. My heart sank. Had i condemned an innocent man to his death?
The stranger emerged from the toilet a while later but there was something wrong with him. He didn't look right. His eyes were entirely black and his face was so pale you could see all the veins. It looked like a damned road map.
"Are you okay?" I asked. "What happened?"
I looked at him as the stranger walked away. There was a sense of foreboding in my mind. Things were not right. I knew deep down inside that the toilet monster had got him.
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