Thursday, May 12, 2011

Si katuk BY Brunei girl















Salam :)

Eh, kamu pernah sadar kah? Kalau baru2 pindah ke rumah baru, macam ada2 saja terjadi? Maybe kalau kan di explain logically, we can say sebab ketani balum adjust arah kaw
asan atu, yetah lain rasanya. Tapi kadang2 kan, ada tia jua 'happenings' ani yang kan di explain dari mana2 angle pun, inda dapat ketani elak realitinya.


Dulu, masa kami baru pindah to this banglo, aku ingat a few things yang kerap berlaku.
Aku atu, baca komik dalam bilik mamaku sorang2. And after I was bored, aku keluar kan, kali ada tia my aunty ani (as in my mum punya cousin) tarus2 keluar dari bilik tamu. Muanya pucat,

"Ada orang katuk2 tabuk ah!"

She was saying to the ppl at the dining room.

Semua orang diam. Almaklum, it was quite late. Macam marijap jua.

Ia mcm hysterical sikit time atu, and ia lagi anu jenis relek, so of course we took her seriously. Kali my dad bawa my abang keluar, meliat mun ada banar orang capi2 di taman kami malam atu.

After a few minutes, durang datang balik and then, nada jelama.

"Banar! BANAR! Ada tadi!" nya my Aunty tapi after a while ia calm down sebab ia inda mau riuh jua.

Sebenarnya, time2 atu, mau dijadikan cerita pulang tu amongst kami adi-beradi. Especially me, sebab, if ada tah banar orang kan capi2 mengatuk2 tabuk malam2, alang-alang ia mengatuk tabuk bilik mamaku masa aku baca komik tadi. Tapi my parents jenisnya yang inda mau encourage membasar-basari barang2 cemani ani. Jadi kami semua diam2 saja. Until a few days pass and kami inda lagi ingat peristiwa ani.

One night, entah kenapa aku ani duduk dapan pintu bilik tamu. Dalam bilik tamu atu my adik dua orang, si Suze sama si Wan. Tangah malam sudah, tapi it was cuti jadi durang liat TV.

Kali masa aku duduk2 atu, aku dangar bunyi barang pacah. Nyaring banar, jadi aku toleh kebelakang, aku takut frame gambar belakang ani tegugur. Yang calinya, nada papa. Aku ani in the middle of looking for barang pacah atu kali adi-adiku ani belari arah ku, sorang2 pucat.

"Ka Elle ka Elle! ADA LAGI AH!" nya si Wan, arah ku, "Ada katuk2 lagi!"

Meliat mua durang pucat atu sudah ku tungkal, apa lagi masa ku dangar cakapnya atu.

"Bah bah lajutah masuk bilik babu!" nya ku, trying to be cool lah, mun aku pun freak out, menangis karang jadinya.

Jadi durang bagitau my mum. Mamaku mcm half awake masa atu so ia mcm "Ah baru kamu tau, pasal kamu akhir tidur tu!"

Jadi si Suze sama si Wan tarus tidur.

Malar si Katuk atu mengacau, ingat ku tu. Aku pun kana sekali, lagi bisai, masa aku duduk bawah tabuk atu jua.

Masa atu, barutah ku paham kenapa everyone mcm mental when it happens.

Aku atu liat TV sama adi2 ku.

It was at night, again. Very late.

Kali tabuk atu kana katuk mcm apa. Marijap. Macam, pernah kamu dangar burung melanggar dinding/pintu? (It happens ok) Yetah bunyinya tu. Tapi balik2! Mcm kan di pacah jua tabuk atu usulnya.

Sama jua macam masa kami baru pindah di rumah kami masa ani.

Kan aku sama sisters ku rapat. So sometimes sleepover arah bilik masing2.

Entah kenapa that night, aku ani tebangun tiba2.

Kali, ada orang mengatuk tabuk ku.

Tuk, tuk, tuk, halus ia mengatuk.

"Pssst~" nya jelama atu.

"Elle." Bisik kaka ku, yang baru ku sadar bangun jua masa atu.

"I know" ganya balas ku.

Lapastu kami diam sampai dua2 tertidur balik. Inda kami ungkit lagi kisah ani arah each other lapas malam atu.

Like the old house, after a while, si katuk inda lagi menjelma Allahamdullilah. Entah...mungkin ia atu kan cuba masuk tapi inda dapat? Wallahualam. Allah Maha mengetahui.

Assalamualaikum :)

BY iKen

It's been a while since i shared my experiences.. I think, between this and the last story, it was almost 1 year apart.. and the story before that, also 1 year apart... i guess it's kind of a yearly thing.. =)
Anyhoo, i here's another 1 of my experiences.. it's about the road signs u usually see next to highways.. yg basar ah yg ada label eg UBD, MUARA etc. Now im really into fishing, nda kira dmna and pkl brapa.. this incident happened when i was on my way back from 1 of my fishing trips. Aku masa tu mengail di Serasa dgn member2 ku lah, skalinya nda sdr2 pkl 3 pagi sudah. So i decided to go home, since my geng2 balum mau lagi balik.. lalah x ah, isuknya kraja lagi. Things were a bit bore on my way back home.. till i reached the UBD highway area.
Masa aku kn ampir the BIG GREEN SIGN yg ckp UBD n ITB, i saw a white figure sitting on top of it. Mcm guyang2 kaki main ayun2, tapi atas sign atu. Rmbutnya pnjang sampai menutup part the UBD label ah. Atu serius tarus ku driving.. ceramin rearview trus ku naikkan. Windows up and radio station trus ke urg mengaji and pedal to the metal (not really, but faster than i was going previously).
Reached home, took a very quick shower (angin pantai nda baik if mlm) and then trus melimpang. Amazingly, i dozed of rather easily... isuknya, drove back to the area just to make sure what i saw is real.. and it is.. coz the sign looked like any other signs on the road. Nothing on top of it..
Till next year.. or mebe next week =)

haunted room BY BUNGA

This is my first contribution to this favorite blog of mine. enjoy!
you see i'm a student living in a hostel so i'll share you an experience. well not mine, the boys.
this story happened like early 2011 (january). we hostelittes were busy preparing rooms for the juniors who were about to come in a few days ahead. there lies in the boys' hostel, a well known HAUNTED ROOM. the warden decided to open the 'haunted room' for the juniors lah. i know.. stupid kan? but maybe he doesnt know. at that time the warden and this religious student (prefek bahagian agama, a senior) buka the pintu and try try the ceiling fan, it wasnt working. so inda jadi putting the juniors there. PHEW~ what a relief. BUT this chinese boy (senior) who was standing nearby when the door of the haunted room was opened, felt a chill behind his neck..
days passed, the juniors came and were allocated according to their rooms. nothing happened.
this one night. the electricity in the boys' hostel was trapped without any sensible reason. the lights and fans weren't working. they've tried fixing it but no good news. they boys (especially the seniors) thought that this was typical. the scary part was that the lights in the haunted room were the only one that was ON!! them boys were freaked out and decided to sleep all in one room. HEHE cowards~ (well aku jua banarnya :b)
there lies story behind this incident:
dulu the boys' hostel used to be the girls punya but then bla bla bla, betukar tia jadi boys'. back then when the title haven't changed ada orang bunuh diri! a chinese girl hung herself arah kipas. so that explains why the kipas wasnt working in the story earlier. balik balik sudah electricians tried to fix the fan in "the room" but it turned out to be rusak bebalik. so no further attempts were made after that. if anyone tried to clean the room and make the beds, it will eventually kana bongkarkan balik without anyone entering the room. faham faham lah.. perhaps the incident about the electricity being trapped was a warning from the "chinese girl" so that nobody would disturb her room.
thats pretty much from me, i'll be back.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

terkezuts BY cicakboy

cerita in datangnya dari hidup seorang nelayan. cakap susah, berumah, cakap senang, kereta tiada. si nelayan tangkap ikan secara kecil-kecilan selalunya bekerja malam2. cakapnya masa tu ikan keluar berpesta. lagipun subuh2 nelayan lain datang. competition cakapnya.
satu malam ni, si nelayan pergi menagkap ikan. walau tak sedap hati kalau tak kerja, duit tak ada. hajat nak berkawan dengan si janda rumah sebelah, mesti ada standard sikitkan. si nelayan pun belepaslah ke laut atas perahunya yang kecil.ketika sibuk memukat si nelayan tidak sedar bahawa dia dibawa perlahan2 oleh laut dan dalam sibuknya juga, tidak ia sedar ada entiti lain sedang terbang2 giat menagkap ikan hanya guna tangan sahaja.seekor hantu. apa nak buat, malang tak berbau, kedua2 pamancing yg membalakangi pemancing yg lain pun terlangar. si nelayan terbaring di satu sudut dan si hantu tu terjatuh kedalam perahu nelayan itu di hujung yg lagi satu.
nelayan: aduhai... terlanggar batang pokok ke?
si nelayan pun duduk menegak dimana dia melihat hantu membalakanginya.
nelayab: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! HHHHHHHHAAAAAAAANNNNNNNTTTTTUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!
hantu tadi pun tanpa berpusing terus terbang hilang entah kemana manakala si nelayan terus mendayung bak seorang pelumba kayak menghampiri garisan penamat pergi balik ke rumahnya dan terus masuk tidur.
keesokan harinya, si nelayan memikirkan apa berlaku. fikir punya fikir si nelayan memutuskan untuk kembali bekerja malam tu jua. kerja mesti dibuat. duit mesti dicari. kali ini dia akan lebih peka jikalau hantu itu datang kembali. malam itu dengan ragu dihati si nelayan pergi bekerja. tapi malam itu, hantu tak muncul dan begitulah malam2 berikutnya.
seminggu sudah berlalu dan si nelayan lupa sudah insiden dengan hantu. padanya ia hanyalah kerana mindanya yang letih. ketika si nelayan asyiknya menarik habuannya malam itu; si hantu tiba2 muncul dibelakang si nelayan dan menepuk bahunya. si nelayan pun menoleh. sebelum si nelayan sempat menjerit, si hantu menutup mulut si nelayan dengan tangannya yg busuk seperti bau ikan lalu berkata....
"yo bro, apasal jerit minggu lalu? terkezut aku sampai damam seminggu"
hehehehe. dari dulu sampai sekarang cerita2 yg di sampaikan semuanya bertemakan seram. sampai ada yg tidur malam buka lampu. not all hantu seram so this time i added a little comedy.
moral of the story: takut2 kita pada hantu, takut lagi hantu kat kita. jangan lupa tu.
have a nice day. XD

Playtime with Toyol BY Cicakboy


This happened 4 years ago when I was still in form 5. I was the first to wake up every morning and when everyone is still taking turns to use the shower, I had already eaten my breakfast and ready for school. I was sitting next to an open window, staring at the wall into emptiness. I was thinking about my future in life, what I will do after O levels, will I survived A levels and which university should I go to.

Something in the reflection of the open window attracted my attention. The reflection shows a tree in my yard and it was shaking vigorously yet there was hardly a breeze that morning. Like the old saying, ‘jika tiada angin, masakan pokok begoyang’ (if there is no wind, the tree won’t shake which means there’s a cause behind every incident). I got up from my seat and stand in front of the open window trying to find why the tree was shaking. My first guess ranges from a bird, a squirrel and a monkey but to my horror and disbelieve, I saw a Toyol.

Those of you that do not know what a toyol is, it is a supernatural creature raised by humans to steal money and important documents in exchange for blood which is milked from the toes of the owner of the toyol. It took the appearance of a child wearing nothing but a loincloth with a greenish body, bald, pointed yellow teeth and glowing red eyes with small yellow pupils, almost similar to the stereotype image of an alien.

Knowing what the toyol is meant to do, I think he is off duty as it seems as innocently as any child, he is playing around in my yard, running around the tree beating it with a stick that its holding. I was in a trance, not sure how I should react to the situation so I just watched. Everything was fine in a way but then we made eye contact. It dropped the stick it’s holding while I started to perspire but our eye contact remained frozen. I blinked and rubbed my eyes denying what I am seeing and when I looked up, it wasn’t there.

A relieved sigh escaped me but before the feeling could sink in, the banana tree which is a few meters away from the tree before and closer to the house no start shaking and the toyol’s head popped out from behind the banana tree, staring at me. This time I decided to do the same and stare back right into its eyes. The staring contest went on for 2 minutes or so and the toyol stepped out into the open, just standing next to the tree. By this time, my courage was running low and guess what the toyol did that completely dried up that little amount of courage left? He pulled up the widest smile revealing those pointed yellow teeth and waved at me signaling me to come to him. I freaked out and ran to get my parents. They didn’t believe me and when I went back, it has disappeared.

the village tree BY Cicakboy

i was cleaning my room, looking through some of my old stuff and i came across a paper. it's my very first ghost story, written when i was 12 i think. so nostalgic. i'm a bit embarassed but here it is. i edited some so it wont be as childish.
there was a tree beside a road that had survived for many generations. decades passed and yet it still stand tall and mighty. the tree had gathered some supernatural reputation throughout those years and my experience will add to it. it was said that during a war, a woman was betrayed by her fellow friends, she was raped and then brutally murdered under that tree. before she died, with her last breath she swore that she will forever haunt that tree as a reminder that no human should be trusted. that was what i heard but i never did believed the story, not till that night.
it was around 9pm, i had tuition class at a friend's house. every thursdays i had to go there so im accustomed to the night but little do i know, that night was different. it seem like it was going to rain so i decided to take a shortcut; an old narrow road where the tree was situated. when the tree came into view, i felt chills down my spine, my hands feel numb and my steps feels heavier. the aura that tree give just feels wrong. i tried to distract myself by remembering what i learned during tuition but the more i tried the more i cant shake the feeling that someone was watching me. i've tried not to look up at the tree the whole time but when im directly infront of the tree, the urge was overwhelming that i slowly and stupidly looked up, knowing exactly where to look. there she was, sitting on a branch gazing right back at me.
i was petrified at first then i scrambled to run for dear life. i think the fear mess with my brain a little because after a few steps, i stopped, picked up a stone and threw it at that thing. suprisingly it hit her and she fell. guess what? turns out it was another villager trying to prank anyone who walked there. i was laughing and he was laughing as it was kinda silly for him to be all the way up there just to pull off a prank. i decided to invite him over to my house to tend to his wounds. as we were leaving, i asked him if he was alone in doing that prank and he nodded. i decided to looked at the tree one last time before i leave. my fear came back but not like before, now it's pure terror. if the one pranking was alone and he is next to me; who's up there?
the end
lol, yea, clearly fictional and i used to liked hanging endings. be nice; its an old story from a young me.

Starts from the toilet BY Abee

Assalamualaikum and a very pleasant time on this site I greet you.

This is my first time posting but I enjoyed reading stories cuz membari kambang bulu and ada jua yang cali usulnya =P So here goes...

The story happened back when I was in darjah 4, or year 4 as you call it, in 2003. Batah sudah pulang but I can still remember clearly. The previous day, we were talking about this haunted toilet near a banana tree yang ada "thing"nya atulah at our private school located in Berakas (kamu carilah hehe). Then I started talking that I saw a hand, bloody, in the toilet, just to scare my friends. Masih damit jua durang so they trust me lah =P especially when my story sounded so vivid. I grinned in disguise.

So the next morning, I was about to go to school with my dad driving. It was 5.30am (cause my friends compete siapa awal datang skulah, usually by around 6 lah.) and I took the key for our new car and started the engine. The volume of Pelangi FM boomed suddenly but I just think lupa kali eh babah matikan radio ah... then I reduced the volume, on aircond, and lied on the backseat.

Then I have the urge to look out the car window to look for my dad since he hadn't got into the car cuz I don't wanna lose =P But from an angle below the window, I suddenly saw a hand, inda besambung, floating, touching the car window, from the front to the rear. As what a normal kid would do, I abruptly hid down the car sofa and shakingly tuned to the 24hr quran reciting radio. When I dared myself to look up the window again, the hand was gone and I could clearly see my siblings are still conversing in the living room, which is quite far from the garage, and thus impossible for one of them to do the trick. Out of fear, I just kept quiet about that incident and told people around me the next day. And no, I wasn't lying this time =P

And so, today, the haunted banana tree had been cut down by the school's maintainer and there had been more ghostly feeling since.
Iatah mulut atu jangan cabul mun kan becali =DD