Just watched a movie called “Zodiac”. It was released a few years ago and it’s about an investigation on a mysterious serial killer. Although there was plenty of drama or too much talking going on, I managed to survive the 70s settings, somewhat agreeing that the movie has a compelling storyline. It’s based on a true story if I am not mistaken. Mini synopsis aside and opinion wise, the movie gets about 3 over 5 from me.
Apart from the movie, topic for this post as I scratched my head, thinking and fighting off this aggravating writers block, is about the experience of getting freaked out. When I come to think of it, I could roughly remember about a few events that had freaked me out once upon a time back then.
First, it would be a creepy ritual made during my time when I was a music student in my early twenties. At that time, I was in a group of students of the same batch if I remembered correctly and we were up for a ritual to catch a glimpse of “Toyol”, a green little creature about the height of a table similar to that of a golem in The Lord of The Rings movie or goblins I suppose. We were gathered by our seniors (or event organizers if I may) in a small studio practice room. It was at night to make things worse. All of us who participated were blindfolded and sat on the floor with our backs against one another.
There were other materials used such as candles for the ritual and prayers. As we were still blindfolded, prayers were recited and just after a short silence we heard a rather horrifying or creepy voice followed by sounds as if the creature ran all over the room, running or crawling along the walls or so. As a safety measure, our faces were drawn with some form of liquid substance to prevent being possessed by the creature. Later after the grumbling voice tapered away, our blindfolds were taken off and we were asked to look into a mirror in order to see the creature. When I was asked whether I did or not see the creature, taking the rituals seriously, I said no but the truth was my face were painted with oil or coal. The whole thing was a joke and we actually had a trick played on us. The ritual ended with everyone laughing so hard because it was really funny to see us freaked out.
Apologies to my non Muslim friends, as a side note or thinking of that matter as of now, I still believe that toyol exists. It is one of many forms in which jinns are able to represent themselves (granted by Allah SWT) so that they are visible to the humans. As humans, we simply can’t see jinns in their true forms. After all, believing in the existence of angels (jinns are part of the “ghaib” or unseen or unknown matter) is one of the pillars of Iman in Islam.
I admit that I was really freaked out during that ritual. It could be coming from the fear of the unknown, maybe too skeptical on what or how it would be like to be possessed and beyond control. I might end up murdering everyone who was there for all you know. Hahaha. Okay, I know. Too much movies. Nevertheless, it was indeed freaky but funny.
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