haunted house

everyday, after lunch, when all is quiet in the house, and nary a thing is moving, the maid starts wailing singing in the back staircase. it starts off softly, and when she is comfortable that no one is running towards her with rotten tomatoes and eggs, her voice gets a tone louder. it is not so bad if her singing was akin to celine dion, which it isn't, or if she's singing any place other than the back staircase. with the hollow echoing sound, her attempts at american idol audition passes off as the mournful cries from the beheaded mary queen of scots in her palace tower. goosebumps are raised as the sound of the wailings drift towards my room. i remind myself that it is the maid, and not some supernatural beings wandering around. still, i will much prefer if she was singing some hot pop songs with a catchy beat, rather than impersonating a restless ghoul searching for victims to keep her company. what's worse, i've got the superactive imagination to match and i can just imagine her with long black hair covering her face, her head swaying from side to side, as she beckons victims with her soulful cries.

*shiver*