It was 3.45am. My sister lay next to me as I was just about to fall deep into the oblivion. I had trouble sleeping, due to the coffee I drank a few hours back just because I wanted to stay up and study. I heard my sister talking on the phone, and logically, why would anyone wake up in the middle of the night just to talk on the phone for no reason?

She had a reason. I couldn't understand her words as she was talking on the phone, and it bugged me so much. So I asked her why. She said she heard a really loud crashing sound, like the sound of shattering glass, that came from her left side. It was so loud, like as if the sound was in the next room. She had trouble sleeping, too, just like me. As I tossed and turned, I'd never come across that shattering glass sound.

She thought it was a vase coming from our brother's room. My brother was out for the night, so that room was vacant. She thought that my brother's windows were open, but they were not. The first thing that came to my mind was, "Are you sure it wasn't from a dream?"

She didn't think it was a dream. She described the sound as loud. But I didn't hear anything. Nor did the rest of us in the house. Her statement got me shivering down to my toes. I was already shaking and horrifying pictures were already starting to form in my mind. I started chanting, in my mind, for God, just in case "anything" was about to happen.

Fifteen minutes passed, I still couldn't sleep. Nor did my sister. Well, how could I? The sound of glass shattering could only mean one thing : either there was something that fell because the wind was so strong, or there was someone breaking in. Thank goodness we were upstairs, but Kak Intan was not.

As the temporary "leader" of the house, Kak Intan called the police officers. They sent a few couple of patrol officers to roam our house, checking for any signs of breaking in. All four of us girls sat in the living room downstairs, staring at each other. We talked, yeah, but I was shivering right down to the core and I was really hoping it was from the cold. It was a very windy night, and rain was about to come.

After about an hour, the patrol officers came and did their patrols. They found no signs of breaking in, but they did find a knife outside. My first impression was, murder? But, no, the knife was clean. I didn't know how or why the knife was out there. It was a knife to chop onions!

So there were no signs of breaking in. Everything was still intact. But the patrol officers took down our details just in case of anything. They were nice enough to stay behind for a bit, maybe about for fifteen minutes. It was a really cool sight, actually. Seeing two -- yes, they sent two -- patrol cars with the vivid blue LED lights on the roofs, haha.

Nothing happened. But I was still scared. I didn't dare to go upstairs and get Pedro, my fat gingerbread man. So in the end, we all ended up sleeping in Kak Intan's room downstairs. It was safer that way.

To say that I had trouble sleeping last night would be a lie. But then again, how come I didn't hear that sound? I was literally on the verge of waking up when my sister heard it. I tried to picture the sound in my mind, but where could it come from? I'm still not satisfied, because I want to know where it came from.

It spooked us out. It was probably one of the most terrifying moments of my life. It was a good thing my sister told the whole household about it, even though it couldn've been a dream, which she confirmed it wasn't.

I do not want anything like that to happen again.