Titles marked with the (FF) prefix are stories which has little to no build up of plot and character. It goes straight into the action. There are requests for stories that dive straight down into the thick of the action rather than go too much into the characters and what they do. I understand it’s different strokes for different folks, but i will try to cater to all preferences. FF, also stands for fast and furious will have shorter intros, just enough to read you into the scene before the action begins.
It will be dirtier, darker, and i may remove the preview altogether, or restrict it for subscribers only for some titles due to the nature of the story.
Eunice’s uncle is moving into her BTO. His actions and behavior makes everyone uncomfortable and it was up to James to get him out. He started with his usual tricks and pranks, until he realised something. That if Ah Seng makes a move on Eunice, maybe he will be locked away for a long time.
When I first agreed to let Eunice’s uncle stay with us, I didn’t know I was opening the door to a nightmare.
It started with one simple sentence.
Eunice: James, my uncle Ah Seng has nowhere else to go. He just got out of prison. My mum says we have to help him for a while.
James: For a while? How long is a while?
Eunice: A few weeks, maybe a couple of months until he gets a job or something?
James: Why us?
Eunice :tsk! because we have a spare room. I told you to get a 3 room flat, you insist on a 4 room flat.
James: Huh ? how is this my fault? Are you even close to him?
Eunice : Not at all, i only know he’s always in and out of prison.
A month. I could live with that. Or so I thought.
The problem wasn’t just that Ah Seng had been in prison. Everyone deserves a second chance—at least in theory. The problem was why he was in prison. He wasn’t some petty thief or gambler down on his luck. He was a convicted sex offender.
When Eunice first told me, I nearly choked on my dinner.
James: You’re telling me a convicted sex criminal is moving into our BTO? Our home? Where you,my wife,live?
Eunice: You think I want this? I don’t. But Mum insists. She says he’s family. And family doesn’t abandon family.
James: Family my ass. If it were up to me, he can just stay at the void deck.
Eunice : i don’t think you want him near your ass.
James : haha.
Eunice: Sorry dear. Just… tolerate him for a while. He should be out once he gets a job.
I looked at her then. Her eyes were heavy, burdened with obligation she didn’t want but couldn’t shake off. And me? I just gave in.
James: Fine. i’ll be keeping an eye on him.
Ah Seng moved in on a humid Saturday afternoon. He arrived with two recycle bags, the kind you get from NTUC, stuffed with clothes and odds and ends. No luggage, no proper belongings. Just a plastic bag life.
The first thing I noticed about him was his stare. Not the blank kind you expect from someone broken down by prison. No. His stare was sharp, calculating, and it lingered,too long, too often.
Linger on what?
My wife’s body la dey.
We showed him the spare room. It wasn’t much, just a single bed, a small desk, and a wardrobe. He didn’t complain. He didn’t thank us either. He just nodded, dumped his bags, and closed the door.
From that moment, the atmosphere in our flat shifted. It was no longer ours. It was shared, polluted by his presence.
The first incident happened two nights later. I had installed cameras in the common areas when we first moved in, partly for safety, partly because I liked gadgets. That night, when I was checking the footage out of boredom, I saw something that made my skin crawl.
Ah Seng was in the kitchen at 2 am. Not cooking, not eating. He was rummaging. Slowly, deliberately, he went through our trash. He pulled out food wrappers, receipts, even tissues. He studied them like they were clues.
I showed Eunice the next morning.
James : Look at this. What the hell is he doing? He’s like some zombie roaming around in the middle of the night.
Eunice: Oh my god… James…
James : Your uncle is digging through our garbage at night. Like some kind of rat.
Eunice: Don’t call him that la. He’s still family.
James: Family or not, this is sick.
She had no reply to my comment.
The second incident was worse.
Eunice had gone to shower one evening, leaving her laundry basket in the bathroom. When she came out, towel wrapped around her, she froze.
The basket was half-empty. Her work clothes she just came home in weren’t there.
We reviewed the footage. And there he was, Ah Seng, sneaking into the yard when Eunice was still in the shower. He reached into the basket, pulled out her clothes, sniffed them, then stuffed them under his shirt before slipping back into his room.
Eunice cried that night. She curled up beside me, trembling.
Eunice : What should we do? I don’t feel safe, James.
I wanted to march into his room, grab him by the shirt, and throw him out right then and there. But Eunice stopped me.
Eunice: No. If we confront him directly, it’ll explode. My mum will blame me. It’ll get ugly.
James: So what do you want me to do? Pretend nothing happened? He’s sniffing your clothes and bra and panty today, no telling what he will be doing tomorrow.
Eunice: Just… find a way to make him leave. Indirectly. Please.
James : It will get ugly one if i do it, confirm.
Eunice : Just make it…subtle, think of other ways…just not…directly. Please? I’m sure you can think of something.
James: haiyah…very troublesome…
Eunice : Please?
James : fine…i’ll think of something…
And so the burden fell on me.
I started small.
First, I messed with the Wi-Fi. I changed the password without telling him. Within hours, he came out of his room, scowling.
Ah Seng: Eh, why the internet cannot use?
James: Oh, Singtel problem. Network down.
He stomped back to his room, but the annoyance on his face gave me a flicker of satisfaction.
Next, I tripped the power. Whenever he was watching TV or charging his phone, I’d flip the breaker for his room. He’d storm out, cursing, and I’d put on my best innocent face.
James: Wah, this BTO really jialat. Always got electrical issue. Ah Seng narrowed his eyes.
I could tell he suspected me, but he had no proof.
Despite my tricks, his presence only grew more suffocating.
He stared. Constantly. At Eunice, at me, sometimes at nothing. His eyes would follow her every movement, and I could see the unease in her shoulders, the way she avoided walking past his door.
One night, when I went to get a drink, I caught him sitting in the dark living room. No lights, no TV, just him in the shadows, staring at the corridor that led to our bedroom.
I didn’t say a word. I just walked back in, locked the bedroom door and climbed into bed.
The breaking point came a week later.
I was reviewing the camera footage again,by now it had become a habit to check through the footage every now and then.
The screen showed Ah Seng, crouched in front of our bedroom door. His ear pressed against the wood. Listening.
He stayed there for a full five minutes. Motionless. Silent. Waiting.
Then… he reached for the doorknob. We usually lock the door but he picked the lock.
He fucking picked it with some tools.
i looked at the time stamp, it was a Friday evening about 11.30pm. I was out late with colleagues and Eunice was sleeping alone.
My heart pounded as i watched him disappear inside the room.
I let the footage run as i stared at the timer at the bottom of the screen.
Ah Seng emerged 5 minutes later with a satisfied grin and a thick bundle of tissue paper in his hand.
Any man would have flipped by now.
Most will either go to the police, or confront Ah Seng right away.
For me however, i felt something click inside me. Like the flick of a switch.
My heart raced and blood rushed to my erection.
I find myself smiling as i stare at the screen.
Maybe, just maybe, i have an idea to put Ah Seng away for a long, long time.
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