not far from the traffic light junction connecting the road leading to KB, Muara and Berakas Garrison, considering you are heading towards KB, you can see a chinese cemetery to your left, just behind a small hill not far from the road....
the early nineties. way before we familiarise with the decoder, and we only had 3 basic TV channels, all offering little to nothing past 12 midnight at the time. a time when the internet had yet to appear in Brunei, when only a few shops open past 12, offering little to those who stay up past that time and who are in the mood to go out. among one late night past times that i'm aware of during those times were basically late night speeding...
such was the case for my older brother, with the vigor of youth and a newly acquired driving license in his hands. he and a bunch of friends would carpool in 2 or 3 cars and speed their way through the stretch of road connecting Muara and KB. in this one particular night of which the story takes place, they only had 2 cars at the time, and not so many people to carry around. most of them rode on my brother's car, while the other one only had it's driver...
my brother was taking the lead, despite carrying 3 extra weights with him, while the other car was not far behind, as their engines roared through the road, passing a red light, and eventually, the cemetery mentioned earlier. not a kilometre after the cemetery, a friend of my brother who rode at the back asked him to turn around. as it turned out, the car behind them had swayed out of the road and into the guard rails.
it wasn't a really big accident, just a huge, long scratch on the left side of the car due to it's contact with the rail. the driver, however was in a severe case of shock; pale, sweating, trembling, and completely speechless. my brother and the others found it pathetic to worry that much over such a small incident and laughed a bit at the driver. the next day, the driver, his friend, fell ill for 2 whole weeks, never spoke a word till he got better.
2 weeks later, as my brother came to visit him, one of the first sentence he spoke to my brother was: "Banar inda kau nampak malam atu kah?"
"nampak apa...?" my brother replied. as it turned out, when they were speeding past the cemetery, his friend driving the other car, saw something dangling on top of one of the tall street lights ahead. when he got a closer look at it, it was a decapitated foot, tied to a piece of cloth, and left to hang on the lamp. after that, he blacked out for bit, and when he came into, his car was already rubbing against the rails.
moral of the story; i don't give a damn if you've got some pimped out engine, or a kick ass stereo on your car, for f*** sake, some people have jobs and are trying to sleep, goddammit!!!
Saturday 31 January 2009
Sunday 25 January 2009
Roadside Terror BY -D-
in one of the "scary Bruneian places week" posts, one of them was credited to me, which came from an old thread in a forum years back. as you may have noticed, there's a big lack of details there, since the thread asked for places, rather than the the story. that, or i was in a rushed or something. well, here's the full story;
i don't exactly know the name of the stretch of road this takes place, but it basically leads from Mentiri to Bandar, passing the new RTB building in Subok as well as the immigration building. now from Mentiri, before passing the RTB building, there's a downhill slope, where once you reach bottom, to your left is what seems to be a small place to park a good number of cars, followed with a slight uphill slope. there's actually a small waterfall there, along with a track leading deeper to the forest. i've seen a lot of people go hiking there. and i've heard just as much people telling me the area there is a Wasai.
this took place in 2002 if i'm not mistaken. it's been less than a year after my eldest sister had gotten married to, in my opinion, the most disgustingly annoying, loud S.O.B i've ever met. i hate him (only time i can tolerate him is when he's in a bad/tired mood, or when he shuts up). not having a house of their own yet, they lived over at my place. unfortunately for me, their room was right next door to mine (yeah, wedding night jokes and all that).
there was this one time, that year, i had trouble sleeping. while i was already used to my brother in law's snoring, for the whole week after my sis got back from a trip to Singapore, he's been groaning and moaning in the dead of night. anyone would assume they were having a "session", but the fact he had a fever and he seems to scream just before he stops all the moaning fortunately, suggested otherwise.
apparently, on the night my sis got back from Singapore (it was a late night flight), she and the hubby, who was driving, decided to use the stretch of road i mentioned earlier, right after 12 midnite, heading to Mentiri, as a shortcut after they stopped by elsewhere. the street lamps weren't working at the time, so they turned their headlights on high. as they drove down the hill, getting closer to the waterfall area, my sis noticed the car was slowing down, till it reached a snail-like speed. she asked the hubby what was wrong. "I don't know", he stuttered, as cold sweats started forming, "my feet feels really heavy right now".
just as they reached the bottom of the slope and about to drive uphill, from the edge of the area their headlights were shining on, they saw the figure of a lady in white, floating, crossing the road, right in front of them. they didn't get a really god view of the face, however, they were sure she was looking their way as she crossed the road. once on the other side, she just stood there, near the guard rails, staring at the car as they slowly passed by. both my sis's and her hubby's only choice was to look ahead and ignore her.
it wasn't till they reached the next traffic light, the hubby started reading verses from the Quran, while my sis tried to change the radio station.
i don't exactly know the name of the stretch of road this takes place, but it basically leads from Mentiri to Bandar, passing the new RTB building in Subok as well as the immigration building. now from Mentiri, before passing the RTB building, there's a downhill slope, where once you reach bottom, to your left is what seems to be a small place to park a good number of cars, followed with a slight uphill slope. there's actually a small waterfall there, along with a track leading deeper to the forest. i've seen a lot of people go hiking there. and i've heard just as much people telling me the area there is a Wasai.
this took place in 2002 if i'm not mistaken. it's been less than a year after my eldest sister had gotten married to, in my opinion, the most disgustingly annoying, loud S.O.B i've ever met. i hate him (only time i can tolerate him is when he's in a bad/tired mood, or when he shuts up). not having a house of their own yet, they lived over at my place. unfortunately for me, their room was right next door to mine (yeah, wedding night jokes and all that).
there was this one time, that year, i had trouble sleeping. while i was already used to my brother in law's snoring, for the whole week after my sis got back from a trip to Singapore, he's been groaning and moaning in the dead of night. anyone would assume they were having a "session", but the fact he had a fever and he seems to scream just before he stops all the moaning fortunately, suggested otherwise.
apparently, on the night my sis got back from Singapore (it was a late night flight), she and the hubby, who was driving, decided to use the stretch of road i mentioned earlier, right after 12 midnite, heading to Mentiri, as a shortcut after they stopped by elsewhere. the street lamps weren't working at the time, so they turned their headlights on high. as they drove down the hill, getting closer to the waterfall area, my sis noticed the car was slowing down, till it reached a snail-like speed. she asked the hubby what was wrong. "I don't know", he stuttered, as cold sweats started forming, "my feet feels really heavy right now".
just as they reached the bottom of the slope and about to drive uphill, from the edge of the area their headlights were shining on, they saw the figure of a lady in white, floating, crossing the road, right in front of them. they didn't get a really god view of the face, however, they were sure she was looking their way as she crossed the road. once on the other side, she just stood there, near the guard rails, staring at the car as they slowly passed by. both my sis's and her hubby's only choice was to look ahead and ignore her.
it wasn't till they reached the next traffic light, the hubby started reading verses from the Quran, while my sis tried to change the radio station.
Thursday 22 January 2009
Another Encounter BY B
#3.
Most of you guys must have heard bout stories melintas anduki. well, last time, my sister and I balik dari bandar and we HAVE to melintas this area. and aku baru bangun tidurlah kan, ya bngunkan, suruh dgani ya. and masa kmi lintas, mcm sorang2 kami diam. like i could hear she was whispering doa and stuffs. so was I though. kali masa masuk simpang tu... i saw someone... who was quite distant from us... more likely watching us lah. and few secs after that.. mcm vanished? like dissapeared slowly lah.. nada smoke effect or apa2. just plain... and i just closed my eyes and doa2. i dont know if its a dream or imagination... but i did have goosebumps. Hanya Allah yang maha tahu and maha berkuasa.
Most of you guys must have heard bout stories melintas anduki. well, last time, my sister and I balik dari bandar and we HAVE to melintas this area. and aku baru bangun tidurlah kan, ya bngunkan, suruh dgani ya. and masa kmi lintas, mcm sorang2 kami diam. like i could hear she was whispering doa and stuffs. so was I though. kali masa masuk simpang tu... i saw someone... who was quite distant from us... more likely watching us lah. and few secs after that.. mcm vanished? like dissapeared slowly lah.. nada smoke effect or apa2. just plain... and i just closed my eyes and doa2. i dont know if its a dream or imagination... but i did have goosebumps. Hanya Allah yang maha tahu and maha berkuasa.
Another Encounter BY B
#2.
i have this habit that i use my mom's bathroom instead of ours. dont ask me whylah. and one night, i need to go to the loo and went to her room. kali, masa lintas her bed. i was someone standing besides her. nda plang ya buat apa2. mcm it just stood nearby her. i was going to tagur it like marahi or stuffs. but i bit my tongue and lari trus ke blik.
and the next day i told my mom and mcm she said 'nda kau tgur or apa2' and i told her 'nada... liat ja..' don't worry, i still use her toilet.
i have this habit that i use my mom's bathroom instead of ours. dont ask me whylah. and one night, i need to go to the loo and went to her room. kali, masa lintas her bed. i was someone standing besides her. nda plang ya buat apa2. mcm it just stood nearby her. i was going to tagur it like marahi or stuffs. but i bit my tongue and lari trus ke blik.
and the next day i told my mom and mcm she said 'nda kau tgur or apa2' and i told her 'nada... liat ja..' don't worry, i still use her toilet.
Another Encounter BY B
#!1.
Hello. Have you ever heard yg lagu2 gothic or rock, buleh attract hantu and stuffs? Well, idk really. mcm aku pun baru dgr plang ne. like last year [kira baru jua masih...], ive sat for this workshop sal energy and ya ckp sal those heavy music mcm create a negative energy...blablabla.. lah. and it attracts negative things jua.
well, i didnt really mcm 'YAWAH?!?!' like i just 'ohh..okay.' kisah, nda kisahlah. cmatu.
kali this one night. my sis just got back from ITB. and it was around...8 or so. lpas Azan jualah. and i played lithium by evanascense. mcm nyanyilah. kali i went to the garage alone kan helped my sister angkat bagsnya. and i heard something. and when i turned to back. i saw a white figure walking slowly. mcm nda plang ya mliat aku. so, one thing, baca doa. lari, masuk dlm rumah. and tidur. (:
Hello. Have you ever heard yg lagu2 gothic or rock, buleh attract hantu and stuffs? Well, idk really. mcm aku pun baru dgr plang ne. like last year [kira baru jua masih...], ive sat for this workshop sal energy and ya ckp sal those heavy music mcm create a negative energy...blablabla.. lah. and it attracts negative things jua.
well, i didnt really mcm 'YAWAH?!?!' like i just 'ohh..okay.' kisah, nda kisahlah. cmatu.
kali this one night. my sis just got back from ITB. and it was around...8 or so. lpas Azan jualah. and i played lithium by evanascense. mcm nyanyilah. kali i went to the garage alone kan helped my sister angkat bagsnya. and i heard something. and when i turned to back. i saw a white figure walking slowly. mcm nda plang ya mliat aku. so, one thing, baca doa. lari, masuk dlm rumah. and tidur. (:
Tuesday 20 January 2009
Dream BY Aswana
This is not a true story. But in fact it's something came from a dream. People say sometimes dreams can mean something. Others ckp mimpi atu mainan tidur saja. But if anyone can decode what our dreams mean isn't that good? I know Nabi Yusoff A.S can do that. Well I don't know how. I'm not sure if I should tell you this dream. But I'm not sure if I should not either. But since I've told this dream to my close friends before I guess it's ok to tell now.
Nya org kalu mimpi buruk nda bleh ceta arah org. If you still want to tell mesti sedekah kah or something. Nya orang lah...
Tapi what if we're not sure if our dream is a nightmare or not? If ada hantu2 of course consider nightmare kn... Tp if something weird bah Cemana...? I mean it's not really a scary dream tp something that makes you want to know what's the meaning of your dream. See if you guys can decode this dream of mine. What it means.. What its telling me...
I've had this dream lama sudah. At that time I'm staying over at my grandparents house... rumah nene...
In my dream atu I was in this huge garden. Lawa gardennya. Very pretty. Ada fountain lagi... So dalam my dream I was so happy bermain. But in my dream I'm not alone. Wherever I go ada tah jua lelaki ani yg always follow me around. Then aome to the point I was so sanak, annoyed with my "escort" ani. So I ask "Napa ko slalu ikut aku kan? Aku kan main sorang2 pun payah"
Then he replied "Di tempat ani semua org mesti berdengan. Aku penjagamu. Supaya kamu nda sasat"
"Bah.. manasajatah"
Then I saw a bridge. Jambatan ani lawa. Panjang. Made from marble. I was mesmerized with the jambatan. So I ask my escort ani.
"Jambatan apa tu? Mana tujunya?"
"Jambatan atu untuk ke tempat sebalah. Kamu nda bleh sana. Kana marah krg. Main saja disini"
I was curious. I told him that I want to go to that jambatan and cross the bridge to go to the other side. Luan penyibuk lah kan mau tau. But he stopped me. He said it was forbidden. But me bekaras jua wanna go there.
"Bah. Kalau kamu mau jua kesana terpaksa tah kesana sorang pasal aku nda dapat kesana. Aku tunggu di sini sampai kamu balik."
So I crossed the bridge. Below me was the lake or sea I think. As i was crossing the bridge suddenly halfway, the bridge turned into a very old wooden bridge. Macam kan rapuh saja nda. I stopped. I looked down, the wooden bridge got holes on it. I could see the sea below me. I was contemplating whether to turn back or to move on. I looked behid me from where I came, the escort still stood there waiting for me. When he saw me stopped he called me to come back. I looked infront of me. I could see that there's something at the other side. I moved on. I jumped trying to skip the holes, when I thought that I succeed suddenly the wooden bridge broke. I almost fell. I hung to the edges. I almost cried. I tried to pull myself up. I looked down below me the sea turned into hands trying to grab me. I was scared.
Suddenly a huge hand grabbed me. And I was back to the wooden bridge. I continued walking until I reached almost to the end. A few metres to the other side on the bridge sat a woman dressed in white. Her hair was in a mess. She looked sad. When she saw me She smiled. Circling her were little children.
I asked her "Kenapa kita duduk sorang2 disini?"
"Aku nda dapat masuk." She replied.
"masuk mana?"
"Tempat yg kan kau jalan atu lah..." Then she laughed.
"Napa kita nda balik saja ke sana"
"Aku mana dapat balik. Nda dapat masuk jua."
When she said that, my hair stood up.
"bah kalau nda aku jalan dulu lah. Aku kan liat apa ada di sana." I told her.
"Jalan tah" She said still smiling. "Kalau durang suruh"
I don't understand what she meant by durang. But I continued my journey and finally I reached the end of the bridge. There stood infront of me was a Huge gate. When I tried to open the gate suddenly timbul 7 org lelaki berdiri dapan gate. I was surprised. I looked at them curious. One of them was very old. He spoke.
"Buat apa kamu disini. Ani bukan tempatmu. Agatah balik."
"Aku kan masuk dalam. Aku kan liat apa ada sana"
"Bukan masamu. Balik tah"
Then they disappeared. And suddenly I woke up from the dream. My chest hurt. And I was gasping.
Nya org kalu mimpi buruk nda bleh ceta arah org. If you still want to tell mesti sedekah kah or something. Nya orang lah...
Tapi what if we're not sure if our dream is a nightmare or not? If ada hantu2 of course consider nightmare kn... Tp if something weird bah Cemana...? I mean it's not really a scary dream tp something that makes you want to know what's the meaning of your dream. See if you guys can decode this dream of mine. What it means.. What its telling me...
I've had this dream lama sudah. At that time I'm staying over at my grandparents house... rumah nene...
In my dream atu I was in this huge garden. Lawa gardennya. Very pretty. Ada fountain lagi... So dalam my dream I was so happy bermain. But in my dream I'm not alone. Wherever I go ada tah jua lelaki ani yg always follow me around. Then aome to the point I was so sanak, annoyed with my "escort" ani. So I ask "Napa ko slalu ikut aku kan? Aku kan main sorang2 pun payah"
Then he replied "Di tempat ani semua org mesti berdengan. Aku penjagamu. Supaya kamu nda sasat"
"Bah.. manasajatah"
Then I saw a bridge. Jambatan ani lawa. Panjang. Made from marble. I was mesmerized with the jambatan. So I ask my escort ani.
"Jambatan apa tu? Mana tujunya?"
"Jambatan atu untuk ke tempat sebalah. Kamu nda bleh sana. Kana marah krg. Main saja disini"
I was curious. I told him that I want to go to that jambatan and cross the bridge to go to the other side. Luan penyibuk lah kan mau tau. But he stopped me. He said it was forbidden. But me bekaras jua wanna go there.
"Bah. Kalau kamu mau jua kesana terpaksa tah kesana sorang pasal aku nda dapat kesana. Aku tunggu di sini sampai kamu balik."
So I crossed the bridge. Below me was the lake or sea I think. As i was crossing the bridge suddenly halfway, the bridge turned into a very old wooden bridge. Macam kan rapuh saja nda. I stopped. I looked down, the wooden bridge got holes on it. I could see the sea below me. I was contemplating whether to turn back or to move on. I looked behid me from where I came, the escort still stood there waiting for me. When he saw me stopped he called me to come back. I looked infront of me. I could see that there's something at the other side. I moved on. I jumped trying to skip the holes, when I thought that I succeed suddenly the wooden bridge broke. I almost fell. I hung to the edges. I almost cried. I tried to pull myself up. I looked down below me the sea turned into hands trying to grab me. I was scared.
Suddenly a huge hand grabbed me. And I was back to the wooden bridge. I continued walking until I reached almost to the end. A few metres to the other side on the bridge sat a woman dressed in white. Her hair was in a mess. She looked sad. When she saw me She smiled. Circling her were little children.
I asked her "Kenapa kita duduk sorang2 disini?"
"Aku nda dapat masuk." She replied.
"masuk mana?"
"Tempat yg kan kau jalan atu lah..." Then she laughed.
"Napa kita nda balik saja ke sana"
"Aku mana dapat balik. Nda dapat masuk jua."
When she said that, my hair stood up.
"bah kalau nda aku jalan dulu lah. Aku kan liat apa ada di sana." I told her.
"Jalan tah" She said still smiling. "Kalau durang suruh"
I don't understand what she meant by durang. But I continued my journey and finally I reached the end of the bridge. There stood infront of me was a Huge gate. When I tried to open the gate suddenly timbul 7 org lelaki berdiri dapan gate. I was surprised. I looked at them curious. One of them was very old. He spoke.
"Buat apa kamu disini. Ani bukan tempatmu. Agatah balik."
"Aku kan masuk dalam. Aku kan liat apa ada sana"
"Bukan masamu. Balik tah"
Then they disappeared. And suddenly I woke up from the dream. My chest hurt. And I was gasping.
Encounters BY B
# 2.
Okay, this one happened masa raya taun lapas [2008]. Masakan balik dari rumah kawan kami yang open house. Kali kawanku sorang, si W, drive keta mamanya. And masa balik tu kami 6 urglah dalam keta tmasuk drivernya si W. Banarnya kami kan smbung raya and stuffs. p around 11[or 12 kali] dah and kawan kami bini2 si F kan balik sal limpas curfewnyalah. cmatu. And then lpas kami ngantar si F. kami 5 urg lah dlam keta. and I was just kidding about this one, 'ehh, kamu mau ghost hunting?'.
Kali kawan kami sorang si N 'mau kan kau?'
and si W bceta tia plang 'eh, numbor tne lagi ganjil. baiknya genap tdi. kau g sorang duduk di blakang B. sbalah mu kusong, tau kau syaitang ngisi tmpat2 kusong?'
I know ya ne beceta nganya p timingnya tu salah wah. so, aku diam2 ja lah. kes takut. and in my mind i was like 'Ya Allah, mudahantah ku nda mliat apa2.'
And kalinya smpai jualah ke rumahku. and aku joked 'eh kamu ah, balik bisai2. doa2 kamu moga selamat'. and kami smua tawalah. and when i was on my way ke main door rumah kami, aku pusing ke belakng lmbai drang balik. and masa ku pusing dpan balik. sebalah kananku, aku nmpak kain warna putih terabang. well, not the whole thing, just aku saw kain. and masa pusing belakang tu, ilang trus. Like, without wasting anytime, buka pintu and masuk.
Moral of the story: Jangan becali sal ghost hunting. HAHAHA!
Okay, this one happened masa raya taun lapas [2008]. Masakan balik dari rumah kawan kami yang open house. Kali kawanku sorang, si W, drive keta mamanya. And masa balik tu kami 6 urglah dalam keta tmasuk drivernya si W. Banarnya kami kan smbung raya and stuffs. p around 11[or 12 kali] dah and kawan kami bini2 si F kan balik sal limpas curfewnyalah. cmatu. And then lpas kami ngantar si F. kami 5 urg lah dlam keta. and I was just kidding about this one, 'ehh, kamu mau ghost hunting?'.
Kali kawan kami sorang si N 'mau kan kau?'
and si W bceta tia plang 'eh, numbor tne lagi ganjil. baiknya genap tdi. kau g sorang duduk di blakang B. sbalah mu kusong, tau kau syaitang ngisi tmpat2 kusong?'
I know ya ne beceta nganya p timingnya tu salah wah. so, aku diam2 ja lah. kes takut. and in my mind i was like 'Ya Allah, mudahantah ku nda mliat apa2.'
And kalinya smpai jualah ke rumahku. and aku joked 'eh kamu ah, balik bisai2. doa2 kamu moga selamat'. and kami smua tawalah. and when i was on my way ke main door rumah kami, aku pusing ke belakng lmbai drang balik. and masa ku pusing dpan balik. sebalah kananku, aku nmpak kain warna putih terabang. well, not the whole thing, just aku saw kain. and masa pusing belakang tu, ilang trus. Like, without wasting anytime, buka pintu and masuk.
Moral of the story: Jangan becali sal ghost hunting. HAHAHA!
Encounters BY B
# 1.
This one occured masa guris di stpri terbuka and heboh satu Brunei tu. Well, at first I didnt give a damn cuz you know, it happened in Bandar and KB ane nda kena-mengena and stuffs. And ada this one time, kana msg oleh my friend yg 'don't go out during Maghrib and stuffs'. Aku ignore ja lah.
After that, my sis went 'eh B, dgani aku ke kompleks ambil si A'. and I just followed her. And masa tu Maghrib and so, kami lintas rumah kawan bapaku ane. Dpan rumahnya ane ne ada this concrete mcm untuk sewer and stuffs. Kalinya, I didn't really pay attention but I think I saw somebody duduk sana. And the figure mcm darklah. Sal curiousity, tetagur tia 'Eh Ka, napa ada urg duduk sana malam2 ane?'
My sis mcm mental lah 'eh talur, napa kau buduh ane kan? nagur masa Maghrib lagi tu!' And I just kept myself shutlahh. diam2. Smpai jua ke kompleks and ambil si A.
Kali, when we were about to enter simpang rumah kami tu, I saw the same figure and caranya duduk tu sama as the I saw arah my father's friend's house atu. Kali this time, I just kept shut lah. and masa smpai di rumah, kes nda dapat tahan, I told my mom and sis right on the spot. And drang mcm 'napa kau tagur, etc' and masa jalan2 around the house, like melintas my brother's room. I saw a black figure sitting on the bed.
Moral of the story: Jangan kuat menagur. HAHA!
This one occured masa guris di stpri terbuka and heboh satu Brunei tu. Well, at first I didnt give a damn cuz you know, it happened in Bandar and KB ane nda kena-mengena and stuffs. And ada this one time, kana msg oleh my friend yg 'don't go out during Maghrib and stuffs'. Aku ignore ja lah.
After that, my sis went 'eh B, dgani aku ke kompleks ambil si A'. and I just followed her. And masa tu Maghrib and so, kami lintas rumah kawan bapaku ane. Dpan rumahnya ane ne ada this concrete mcm untuk sewer and stuffs. Kalinya, I didn't really pay attention but I think I saw somebody duduk sana. And the figure mcm darklah. Sal curiousity, tetagur tia 'Eh Ka, napa ada urg duduk sana malam2 ane?'
My sis mcm mental lah 'eh talur, napa kau buduh ane kan? nagur masa Maghrib lagi tu!' And I just kept myself shutlahh. diam2. Smpai jua ke kompleks and ambil si A.
Kali, when we were about to enter simpang rumah kami tu, I saw the same figure and caranya duduk tu sama as the I saw arah my father's friend's house atu. Kali this time, I just kept shut lah. and masa smpai di rumah, kes nda dapat tahan, I told my mom and sis right on the spot. And drang mcm 'napa kau tagur, etc' and masa jalan2 around the house, like melintas my brother's room. I saw a black figure sitting on the bed.
Moral of the story: Jangan kuat menagur. HAHA!
The First Possesion BY Aswana
This is not a story about things happening in MS Hostel. I wish I could tell you more about the happenings. Just that I've been having nightmares about it. Maybe I tell too much. So I guess I better cool it down for a while. :) But there will be a story today. About how I got possesed. Well I'm not entirely possesed just that I was half possesed.
Na kamu paham kan? Aku pun na paham awalnya... bear with me today... it's sort of long... :)
I was in UBD time atu. Dulu time our intake, there's curfew until 11.00pm. So by 11.00pm the gates will be closed/locked. I remember I was on my 2nd year I think or was it 3rd year... I can't remember well... pokoknya i'm not on my first year... :)
So me my my close friend at that time si RT, were bored. You see the thing with hostelites, like me and my friends, we like to take walks. And not only that we have the highest tendency of having insomnia. It's normal if we didn't sleep early eventho we have an early class the next day.
Anyways, we took a walk.. it was still early because I remember the gate was not locked yet.We went from girls hostel to DAL and back again. Along the way, on our back to hostel, my friend ani suddenly have this urge to cross the road and want to go to the taman. At that time it was still new and alum siap. There's suppose to launch that taman soon.
I looked at her and said NO.. T, I don't feel good rite now. It looks eerie. But she insists on going jua. Majal.
"Napa ko kan kesana?" I asked "Nda jua ada apa2 tu?"
"Ntah... mcm lawa tempatnya. Skjap sj.. tani liat skjp then balik."
"Bah.. skjp saja"
I don't feel right but the thing with my friend ani, she's very pemajal orgnya. So just for caution I read ayat kursi. Coz I feel uncomfortable and plus she's having her period. I said to myself.. anything can happen... Be ready for anything.
We visited the taman. It was sunyi. So sunyi. There's no wind. Like it's very still mcm time atu stopped. It's weirdly uncomfortable. My friend was so happy and kept on saying siok eh tempat ani... lawa ah... I just smiled at her and nodded in response.
"Bleh tani balik?" I suddenly said. "Ngantuk rasaku..."
To my surprise she agreed. So we went back to the hostel.
Outside the parking area I suddenly terpunduk at the road on the way to DAP. I still remember my reaction time atu. I was fully concious. I remember I feel so light headed. Very light headed like my body ani ringan and at the same time I also feel barat and tired.
My friend stopped with me. She looked at me weirdly.
"Ok ko kah?" She asked
"Entah... Kaki ku sangal and panat..."
"Ok. Tani balik ke bilik lah." She said.
Then I looked at her. I don't know why but I was angry. I don't want to go back YET. I want to explore more. So i said, "Nda. Aku nda mau balik. Aku mau jalan2 lagi. Tani jalan2 lah.. lagi. Mau?"
My friend suddenly marakkan matanya at me. She;s always like that wen ia marah.
"Balik. NOW! Sudah tah bejalan."
"INDA!!!" I shouted. I remember I shouted. I remember perfectly cause I was wondering to myself why was I panting so heavily. My breathing was so heavy and it sounded alien to me. I was surprised that i'm even angry and mad.
From that on my friend understood that I wasn't myself that night. "You're not my friend." She suddenly said. "Who are you?"
I was confused. Why is my friend asking me a stupid question? I asked to myself.
"T.. apakan yg ko cakap ani. I am me kali ah..." I was laughing at her when I said it. At that time I think it was funny. Cause I saw the frightened look on her face. It felt "fun" seeing her so scared.
She kept saying you're not my friend. And she mentioned how my eyes were so bright and how the real me would never shouted in anger. You see, I'm the type of person who have a very low temper. I RARELY get angry. I'm pretty much a peacemaker.
The she said "Bah lajutah tani jalan. Tani panggil M bawa kretanya. Tani jalan2. Ok."
I was happy wen she said that. I immediately agreed.
We went to hostel. Knocked on my other friend's room M. I greeted her with a big smile. "Lets go jalan". I said.
Then I heard my friend RT said to her that I was being possesed and that we need to go see this Packcik T, an org pandai. I was furious. I don't want to go to some Pakcik T house. Apa da sana?
Then my friend started crying. She said "You're not yourself. Cuba ko pikirkan. Ko mana pandai marah. Tapi ani ko marah2. Tani jumpa Pakcik T dulu kalau ko nda kana possesed then inda. Tani cuba saja. You look different bah.."
I looked at her. Inside I was sad. But outside I smiled. Then I suddenly felt silent. And then I feel angry. And then I feel sad again. Then I suddenly said, "Bah ok T. Tani jumpa. Tapi banar T aku nda kana. Aku sadar masih ni." But I was not so sure with myself either. I read ayat kursi to her to make her believe that I was ok. Then I was happy again suddely feel heady. But just to be on the safe side we went to see him, Pakcik T.
Inside the car, my friend pasang the quran channel. I was angry.
"Boring eh. Apa ni. Pasang Kristal FM bah!! Kristal FM"
"Ko liat . You are kana possesed!!" My friend shouted to me.
I was so pissed I glared at her. That was so not me. I suddenly realised that maybe something IS wrong with me. So I sobered up. Then I suddenly cried. "What's happening to me? Why am I crying?" I asked my friends.
"It's ok. We're going to see him.Ok" my friend soothed me.
Then I laughed. "Aku ok what? Napa? Kamu takut?"
Seriously, I don't know why I said that to them. Then my friend M, nyaringkan the volume of the quran channel. I closed both my ears. I was breathing heavily. gasping even. Suddenly I feel like I can't breathe. In my head I was confused I can hear my mind saying this "Napakan aku? Napa ku kan? Napa ku cenami?" I started crying again.
Then suddenly I stopped crying. And I said this. "Drg ikut... Laju! Laju jgn sampai drg terbubut... Bnyk drg.."
Honestly I have no idea why I said that. I remember looking behind me at the back of the car while my friend sped to our destination. But I see nothing. But I was uneasy. I felt like I was being followed. Both my friends was so scared they increased again the car radio's volume.
At Pakcik T's house, I was smiling. I said my salam greeting. But as I stepped in, I suddenly felt nervous. My body shooked. I felt cold. I quickly said to my friend that I want to go home.
"Aku ok bah kamu. Aku baca ayat kursi ah... aku ok.." But at the end of the ayat I forgot what I was suppose to read. My mind was blank.
Pakcik T looked at me. "Bah kemari. Suruh ia masuk ke sini" he said to my friend RT.
My friend ushered me in. Nada papa tu ia cakap.
"Awu. tau ku." I said to her. "Mana ku takut."
Pakcik T asked my name. I was quite. I was trying to say it outloud but my voice got stuck in my throat. I couldn't speak. My body suddenly shook violently. I was restless. I kept looking sideways. I was breathing heavily. Then I said "Aku tau namaku. Tapi aku nda tau napa aku nda dapat sabut namaku"
Then he handed me a piece of paper and a pen. "Dapat tulis?" he asked. I nodded. So I wrote down my name. My Full name he instructed me. And I did.
Inside that room, Pakcik T just kept silent. He just stared at me. That's weird. I glared at him. "Napakan org ani. Nya kan ubati aku. Napa tia tahan2 ani? Ani pedah ni" I said dlm hati.
Then I heard the sound of dogs howling. I looked at the window.
"Napa? Ia manggil kau? Jgn di layan. Apa ko dangar?"
"Anjing."
"Berapa ekong?"
"Banyak. Aku kan liat di luar" I said.
I don't know what made me. It's like I couldn't even control my own actions. I was going to stand up and walk to the window when Pakcik T stopped me. "Duduk dulu. Bercerita tani dulu. Dari mana kamu tadi."
So I sat down again. I told him what happened. He said "Ko nada papa. Angin saja."
"Kenapa kan dengan aku?" I asked him.
"Bini2 atu kan masuk rahmu. Asal saja ia masuk ko nangis. Tapi ada dua org laki2 ani tarik ia, suruh jangan. Drg marah."
"Huh? 2 org laki2?"
Then he kept quite. "Apa 2 org laki2?" I pestered him again.
"Nada papa. Kana angin saja."
I tried to closed my ears again the howling kept on and it's louder then farther. then louder then farther again.
"Bini2 atu awal2 sikut di belakangmu iatah ko rasa barat kn? Nda ia dapat masuk. Ia dpt bisik ke telinga mu sj. Sebab atu ko masih sadar. Maritah aku buangkan angin di badanmu."
He made this imaginary pull from my ears. After then I stopped hearing the howlings. Then he used this pepper and gilir the end of my fingers. It was painful. I cried. Then after he finished I was silent. And suddenly everything was clear to me. I can feel that I am myself again. I'm not shaken anymore. I felt as if I'm free.
We didn't get back to the UBD hostel. Instead we went to my friend T's uncle's house to spend the night cause it's already late like around 2 a.m. I was so angry with what happened to me. I couldn't even believe that I almost get myself kerasukan.
The next day my favourite shoes kna gigit anjing. The weird thing is only my shoes yg kana gigit anjing.My friends shoes were fine. still in good condition. I went back to the hostel barefooted.
Note: Around 4 years ago I told my close friend RT what happened to me with the Keris and Jinns thing. She told Pakcik T. Pakcik T said he had known their existence with me when he met me. Just that ia nda kana suruh tell me by them, takut that I might freak out or something. That being possesed thing happened early 2002 or maybe 2003. So I guess they exists way earlier before that. I just need to know when or how I got this from then. But then I remember my nene tangah selalu give me mandi. Of all my siblings I'm the one yg ia slalu bagi mandi to. I don't know why but it's just something I find nda puas hati with. If my nene tangah knew something he should let me know. I can handle it right? I mean it's not like I didn't see weird things when I was small jua.
Na kamu paham kan? Aku pun na paham awalnya... bear with me today... it's sort of long... :)
I was in UBD time atu. Dulu time our intake, there's curfew until 11.00pm. So by 11.00pm the gates will be closed/locked. I remember I was on my 2nd year I think or was it 3rd year... I can't remember well... pokoknya i'm not on my first year... :)
So me my my close friend at that time si RT, were bored. You see the thing with hostelites, like me and my friends, we like to take walks. And not only that we have the highest tendency of having insomnia. It's normal if we didn't sleep early eventho we have an early class the next day.
Anyways, we took a walk.. it was still early because I remember the gate was not locked yet.We went from girls hostel to DAL and back again. Along the way, on our back to hostel, my friend ani suddenly have this urge to cross the road and want to go to the taman. At that time it was still new and alum siap. There's suppose to launch that taman soon.
I looked at her and said NO.. T, I don't feel good rite now. It looks eerie. But she insists on going jua. Majal.
"Napa ko kan kesana?" I asked "Nda jua ada apa2 tu?"
"Ntah... mcm lawa tempatnya. Skjap sj.. tani liat skjp then balik."
"Bah.. skjp saja"
I don't feel right but the thing with my friend ani, she's very pemajal orgnya. So just for caution I read ayat kursi. Coz I feel uncomfortable and plus she's having her period. I said to myself.. anything can happen... Be ready for anything.
We visited the taman. It was sunyi. So sunyi. There's no wind. Like it's very still mcm time atu stopped. It's weirdly uncomfortable. My friend was so happy and kept on saying siok eh tempat ani... lawa ah... I just smiled at her and nodded in response.
"Bleh tani balik?" I suddenly said. "Ngantuk rasaku..."
To my surprise she agreed. So we went back to the hostel.
Outside the parking area I suddenly terpunduk at the road on the way to DAP. I still remember my reaction time atu. I was fully concious. I remember I feel so light headed. Very light headed like my body ani ringan and at the same time I also feel barat and tired.
My friend stopped with me. She looked at me weirdly.
"Ok ko kah?" She asked
"Entah... Kaki ku sangal and panat..."
"Ok. Tani balik ke bilik lah." She said.
Then I looked at her. I don't know why but I was angry. I don't want to go back YET. I want to explore more. So i said, "Nda. Aku nda mau balik. Aku mau jalan2 lagi. Tani jalan2 lah.. lagi. Mau?"
My friend suddenly marakkan matanya at me. She;s always like that wen ia marah.
"Balik. NOW! Sudah tah bejalan."
"INDA!!!" I shouted. I remember I shouted. I remember perfectly cause I was wondering to myself why was I panting so heavily. My breathing was so heavy and it sounded alien to me. I was surprised that i'm even angry and mad.
From that on my friend understood that I wasn't myself that night. "You're not my friend." She suddenly said. "Who are you?"
I was confused. Why is my friend asking me a stupid question? I asked to myself.
"T.. apakan yg ko cakap ani. I am me kali ah..." I was laughing at her when I said it. At that time I think it was funny. Cause I saw the frightened look on her face. It felt "fun" seeing her so scared.
She kept saying you're not my friend. And she mentioned how my eyes were so bright and how the real me would never shouted in anger. You see, I'm the type of person who have a very low temper. I RARELY get angry. I'm pretty much a peacemaker.
The she said "Bah lajutah tani jalan. Tani panggil M bawa kretanya. Tani jalan2. Ok."
I was happy wen she said that. I immediately agreed.
We went to hostel. Knocked on my other friend's room M. I greeted her with a big smile. "Lets go jalan". I said.
Then I heard my friend RT said to her that I was being possesed and that we need to go see this Packcik T, an org pandai. I was furious. I don't want to go to some Pakcik T house. Apa da sana?
Then my friend started crying. She said "You're not yourself. Cuba ko pikirkan. Ko mana pandai marah. Tapi ani ko marah2. Tani jumpa Pakcik T dulu kalau ko nda kana possesed then inda. Tani cuba saja. You look different bah.."
I looked at her. Inside I was sad. But outside I smiled. Then I suddenly felt silent. And then I feel angry. And then I feel sad again. Then I suddenly said, "Bah ok T. Tani jumpa. Tapi banar T aku nda kana. Aku sadar masih ni." But I was not so sure with myself either. I read ayat kursi to her to make her believe that I was ok. Then I was happy again suddely feel heady. But just to be on the safe side we went to see him, Pakcik T.
Inside the car, my friend pasang the quran channel. I was angry.
"Boring eh. Apa ni. Pasang Kristal FM bah!! Kristal FM"
"Ko liat . You are kana possesed!!" My friend shouted to me.
I was so pissed I glared at her. That was so not me. I suddenly realised that maybe something IS wrong with me. So I sobered up. Then I suddenly cried. "What's happening to me? Why am I crying?" I asked my friends.
"It's ok. We're going to see him.Ok" my friend soothed me.
Then I laughed. "Aku ok what? Napa? Kamu takut?"
Seriously, I don't know why I said that to them. Then my friend M, nyaringkan the volume of the quran channel. I closed both my ears. I was breathing heavily. gasping even. Suddenly I feel like I can't breathe. In my head I was confused I can hear my mind saying this "Napakan aku? Napa ku kan? Napa ku cenami?" I started crying again.
Then suddenly I stopped crying. And I said this. "Drg ikut... Laju! Laju jgn sampai drg terbubut... Bnyk drg.."
Honestly I have no idea why I said that. I remember looking behind me at the back of the car while my friend sped to our destination. But I see nothing. But I was uneasy. I felt like I was being followed. Both my friends was so scared they increased again the car radio's volume.
At Pakcik T's house, I was smiling. I said my salam greeting. But as I stepped in, I suddenly felt nervous. My body shooked. I felt cold. I quickly said to my friend that I want to go home.
"Aku ok bah kamu. Aku baca ayat kursi ah... aku ok.." But at the end of the ayat I forgot what I was suppose to read. My mind was blank.
Pakcik T looked at me. "Bah kemari. Suruh ia masuk ke sini" he said to my friend RT.
My friend ushered me in. Nada papa tu ia cakap.
"Awu. tau ku." I said to her. "Mana ku takut."
Pakcik T asked my name. I was quite. I was trying to say it outloud but my voice got stuck in my throat. I couldn't speak. My body suddenly shook violently. I was restless. I kept looking sideways. I was breathing heavily. Then I said "Aku tau namaku. Tapi aku nda tau napa aku nda dapat sabut namaku"
Then he handed me a piece of paper and a pen. "Dapat tulis?" he asked. I nodded. So I wrote down my name. My Full name he instructed me. And I did.
Inside that room, Pakcik T just kept silent. He just stared at me. That's weird. I glared at him. "Napakan org ani. Nya kan ubati aku. Napa tia tahan2 ani? Ani pedah ni" I said dlm hati.
Then I heard the sound of dogs howling. I looked at the window.
"Napa? Ia manggil kau? Jgn di layan. Apa ko dangar?"
"Anjing."
"Berapa ekong?"
"Banyak. Aku kan liat di luar" I said.
I don't know what made me. It's like I couldn't even control my own actions. I was going to stand up and walk to the window when Pakcik T stopped me. "Duduk dulu. Bercerita tani dulu. Dari mana kamu tadi."
So I sat down again. I told him what happened. He said "Ko nada papa. Angin saja."
"Kenapa kan dengan aku?" I asked him.
"Bini2 atu kan masuk rahmu. Asal saja ia masuk ko nangis. Tapi ada dua org laki2 ani tarik ia, suruh jangan. Drg marah."
"Huh? 2 org laki2?"
Then he kept quite. "Apa 2 org laki2?" I pestered him again.
"Nada papa. Kana angin saja."
I tried to closed my ears again the howling kept on and it's louder then farther. then louder then farther again.
"Bini2 atu awal2 sikut di belakangmu iatah ko rasa barat kn? Nda ia dapat masuk. Ia dpt bisik ke telinga mu sj. Sebab atu ko masih sadar. Maritah aku buangkan angin di badanmu."
He made this imaginary pull from my ears. After then I stopped hearing the howlings. Then he used this pepper and gilir the end of my fingers. It was painful. I cried. Then after he finished I was silent. And suddenly everything was clear to me. I can feel that I am myself again. I'm not shaken anymore. I felt as if I'm free.
We didn't get back to the UBD hostel. Instead we went to my friend T's uncle's house to spend the night cause it's already late like around 2 a.m. I was so angry with what happened to me. I couldn't even believe that I almost get myself kerasukan.
The next day my favourite shoes kna gigit anjing. The weird thing is only my shoes yg kana gigit anjing.My friends shoes were fine. still in good condition. I went back to the hostel barefooted.
Note: Around 4 years ago I told my close friend RT what happened to me with the Keris and Jinns thing. She told Pakcik T. Pakcik T said he had known their existence with me when he met me. Just that ia nda kana suruh tell me by them, takut that I might freak out or something. That being possesed thing happened early 2002 or maybe 2003. So I guess they exists way earlier before that. I just need to know when or how I got this from then. But then I remember my nene tangah selalu give me mandi. Of all my siblings I'm the one yg ia slalu bagi mandi to. I don't know why but it's just something I find nda puas hati with. If my nene tangah knew something he should let me know. I can handle it right? I mean it's not like I didn't see weird things when I was small jua.
Friday 16 January 2009
MS Hostel BY Aswana
Story #5 My first encounter
Before I continue my story I like to tell you first about my mulah nene tangah. This story is interconnected somehow with what I'm gonna tell you now and in the future. You see my nene tangah is what brunei people would call as "org pandai" or org pandai meliat. He passed away around 4 years ago. He's not a Bruneian Nationality here, but he is Bruneian. He's actually my grandfather's (From my father's side) brother. He's from Sabah, in a kampung called Bongawan.
On my first day of school/ or hostel in MS he was there. Because before my school starts, we had a doa selamat ceremony. He was also there when my parents sent me to the hostel on my first day. He came along too. I don't know what my parents discussed with him but it's like he knew things. Well he can see things too. I remember my dad asking him that day because of the reply that my nene told him.
"Apatah Tangah usulnya? Ok?"
"Tunggu dulu" he replied.
I was not allowed to enter my room yet (that's why I was late). Not allowed to go up either. My nene tangah stayed silent. He looked around the building.
"Banyak usulnya... Mengacau ni. Nda papa tu. Ada sudah kunyit."
Then he looked at me and then he smiled.He gave me this kunyit already wrapped in white clothe. Attached with it a safety pin. I remember clearly his words to me when he gave me that kunyit.
Jangan lalu bawah sidaian. Jangan bawa masuk Jamban. That's the pantang that I must comply with.
So I obediently follow the rules. I don't go under sidaian. Or bring the kunyit masuk toilet. My first two weeks was a breeze. I'm not scared. But then it happened. I was in hurry to go to the toilet. Got a major stomach ache. So I accidentally bring the kunyit with me to the toilet. I was worried. I called my mom straight away and told her. I don't remember what she told me though. But I remember I still kept the kunyit with me. But the next day I found that the kunyit turned bad. There's fungi all over it. Weird. I said to myself.
That's when all the scary thing happen. That's the starting point, the ice breaker when I started seeing things and encounter all these.
Sometimes I woke up subuh² just because i want to pee. Nature calls or whatever you call it. :). Every other night there's nothing mysterious or scary happen to me. But this one night was the scariest encounter I've ever had eversince I stayed there at that hostel. You can say, this is my first encounter of the she.
I was still sleepy. I needed to pee. I looked at the clock on my bedside shelf (a makeshift one made from wooden plank fitted between the spaces of two almari). It was almost 4. Me and my roomate had this competition going on between us. You know like sapa yg paling awal datang skool to beat that boy who came to skool really early like by 6 he's already there. Till now I don't know who that guy is (name i mean). It annoyed us to know that's he's always early but he's not even a hostelite. But this time just to beat her on sapa paling awal masuk surau.
Anyways, it was almost four. I looked at my roomate. She's still sleeping. I smiled in satisfaction. "Yes ia balum bangun.Baik ku mandi dulu before ia" Still feeling sleepy and a lil bit drowsy I packed my things, my kain, my toiletries, my towels and my baldi and gayung. Shower di hostel girls dulu tu na baik. Baik pulang tp slalu tersumbat. Banjir. So it's convenient for us girls to mandi next to the sink. There's a pipe there.
As I was going out from my room, closing the door slowly afraid my roomate terbangun, I turned around to start to move to my destination. The toilet. See the toilet in my blok next to my room have always been vacant. Nada berpakai cause it's clogged. Flooded lah. So for that floor, we have to use the other blok side punya toilet which is located on the same floor jua. So as i was closing the door, something caught my eye. Cause I was facing the toilet (the working one) and I saw someone just came out from it. I stopped in my tracks.
She was gliding the hallway from the other side's toilet to the toilet next to my room. I couldn't see her face cause it was covered by her hair. She stopped suddenly when she almost near my blok's toilet door. I stood frozen unable to move. I think I even forgot to move. She stood only few metres infront of me. I was waiting for her to turn but she didn't. She just stood still as if waiting. I suddenly remembered my kunyit. But I left it in the room. On my bed. So i did what I always did when I'm scared. Baca Ayat Kursi while I stood there looking at her. After I finished my ayat kursi. She moved. I kept on reading very fast. But she didn't go to me. She just went pass the toilet. As if that's her home right there. I still stood there not dared to move even an inch, still baca dlm hati the ayat kursi.
Then the door to my room opened. I jumped. It was my friend. She woke up and getting ready to mandi. She screamed when I jumped infront of her.
"Tekajut ku ko ani eh" She said. "Napa ko? Mcm nampak antu saja"
I didn't tell her what happened. We went to the toilet together. I asked her to take a different route. Detour ke belakang instead. She was curious and suspicious though but she knew not to ask. Guess she figured out by herself that something must have happened. We didn't compete again after that. You know the part yg sapa paling awal bangun. I already knew sapa paling awal.
Note: Antubrunei, as I was browsing the web I found one of the photo
gs who took pictures of the girls hostel. This was in 2005. But these pictures time renovations being done to the place. Just wanted you to show what the hostel looked like back then and where my room was. Just a visual it's the one that being taken from the rooftop, It's still the same just that it's got new paint. My old room was on the first floor on the left. It's the first room. That's the room that's being said to be haunted. And next to it was the toilet.
Before I continue my story I like to tell you first about my mulah nene tangah. This story is interconnected somehow with what I'm gonna tell you now and in the future. You see my nene tangah is what brunei people would call as "org pandai" or org pandai meliat. He passed away around 4 years ago. He's not a Bruneian Nationality here, but he is Bruneian. He's actually my grandfather's (From my father's side) brother. He's from Sabah, in a kampung called Bongawan.
On my first day of school/ or hostel in MS he was there. Because before my school starts, we had a doa selamat ceremony. He was also there when my parents sent me to the hostel on my first day. He came along too. I don't know what my parents discussed with him but it's like he knew things. Well he can see things too. I remember my dad asking him that day because of the reply that my nene told him.
"Apatah Tangah usulnya? Ok?"
"Tunggu dulu" he replied.
I was not allowed to enter my room yet (that's why I was late). Not allowed to go up either. My nene tangah stayed silent. He looked around the building.
"Banyak usulnya... Mengacau ni. Nda papa tu. Ada sudah kunyit."
Then he looked at me and then he smiled.He gave me this kunyit already wrapped in white clothe. Attached with it a safety pin. I remember clearly his words to me when he gave me that kunyit.
Jangan lalu bawah sidaian. Jangan bawa masuk Jamban. That's the pantang that I must comply with.
So I obediently follow the rules. I don't go under sidaian. Or bring the kunyit masuk toilet. My first two weeks was a breeze. I'm not scared. But then it happened. I was in hurry to go to the toilet. Got a major stomach ache. So I accidentally bring the kunyit with me to the toilet. I was worried. I called my mom straight away and told her. I don't remember what she told me though. But I remember I still kept the kunyit with me. But the next day I found that the kunyit turned bad. There's fungi all over it. Weird. I said to myself.
That's when all the scary thing happen. That's the starting point, the ice breaker when I started seeing things and encounter all these.
Sometimes I woke up subuh² just because i want to pee. Nature calls or whatever you call it. :). Every other night there's nothing mysterious or scary happen to me. But this one night was the scariest encounter I've ever had eversince I stayed there at that hostel. You can say, this is my first encounter of the she.
I was still sleepy. I needed to pee. I looked at the clock on my bedside shelf (a makeshift one made from wooden plank fitted between the spaces of two almari). It was almost 4. Me and my roomate had this competition going on between us. You know like sapa yg paling awal datang skool to beat that boy who came to skool really early like by 6 he's already there. Till now I don't know who that guy is (name i mean). It annoyed us to know that's he's always early but he's not even a hostelite. But this time just to beat her on sapa paling awal masuk surau.
Anyways, it was almost four. I looked at my roomate. She's still sleeping. I smiled in satisfaction. "Yes ia balum bangun.Baik ku mandi dulu before ia" Still feeling sleepy and a lil bit drowsy I packed my things, my kain, my toiletries, my towels and my baldi and gayung. Shower di hostel girls dulu tu na baik. Baik pulang tp slalu tersumbat. Banjir. So it's convenient for us girls to mandi next to the sink. There's a pipe there.
As I was going out from my room, closing the door slowly afraid my roomate terbangun, I turned around to start to move to my destination. The toilet. See the toilet in my blok next to my room have always been vacant. Nada berpakai cause it's clogged. Flooded lah. So for that floor, we have to use the other blok side punya toilet which is located on the same floor jua. So as i was closing the door, something caught my eye. Cause I was facing the toilet (the working one) and I saw someone just came out from it. I stopped in my tracks.
She was gliding the hallway from the other side's toilet to the toilet next to my room. I couldn't see her face cause it was covered by her hair. She stopped suddenly when she almost near my blok's toilet door. I stood frozen unable to move. I think I even forgot to move. She stood only few metres infront of me. I was waiting for her to turn but she didn't. She just stood still as if waiting. I suddenly remembered my kunyit. But I left it in the room. On my bed. So i did what I always did when I'm scared. Baca Ayat Kursi while I stood there looking at her. After I finished my ayat kursi. She moved. I kept on reading very fast. But she didn't go to me. She just went pass the toilet. As if that's her home right there. I still stood there not dared to move even an inch, still baca dlm hati the ayat kursi.
Then the door to my room opened. I jumped. It was my friend. She woke up and getting ready to mandi. She screamed when I jumped infront of her.
"Tekajut ku ko ani eh" She said. "Napa ko? Mcm nampak antu saja"
I didn't tell her what happened. We went to the toilet together. I asked her to take a different route. Detour ke belakang instead. She was curious and suspicious though but she knew not to ask. Guess she figured out by herself that something must have happened. We didn't compete again after that. You know the part yg sapa paling awal bangun. I already knew sapa paling awal.
Note: Antubrunei, as I was browsing the web I found one of the photo
gs who took pictures of the girls hostel. This was in 2005. But these pictures time renovations being done to the place. Just wanted you to show what the hostel looked like back then and where my room was. Just a visual it's the one that being taken from the rooftop, It's still the same just that it's got new paint. My old room was on the first floor on the left. It's the first room. That's the room that's being said to be haunted. And next to it was the toilet.
Thursday 15 January 2009
MS Hostel BY Aswana
Story #4: Knock Knock Bang!Orang tua2 always cakap. You can't selalu beibun too much. There's a word I remember my friend told me. Masap.Well that night we had so much fun laughing and joking around. We slept pretty late. I remember we were singing too. It was a night to remember.
As usual we slept late. This is on a different room. We hostelites like to sleepover on people's rooms. But my room never got a sleepover. And like always I was awoken in the middle of the night again. I wish I could sleep like the dead, like most of my friends but no, it was always me who was alert to all these noises. This time there's no singing. But this time is more worse. Our door to our room got knocked by an angry person. I could even see the door shook. I was scared that it might finally fall down and whoever or whatever that is who was angrily knocking might get inside.
You see MS Hostel is pretty old. The place looks like it might fall down any minute. The door is so buruk you can just hit the door and it will burst open. The handle is like broken and we use a lock (Mangga ah..) to secure the door from inside.
It's a good thing there's an Al-Quran laid on the top of the door-sill (there's like a space like a shelf on top of the door and window like a window sill but it's on top). But still that doesn't stop me from being worried. The banging kept on and I found myself asleep through the whole process.
The next day all of them asked me if i heard strange noises last night. I told them I did. And one of them told me that she heard the banging so clear cause her bed was next to the door and she heard a female voice calling to her and said:
"Lai. Buka pintu eh. Ani babu ni datang mengaga kau. Buka eh lai..."
She knew that it's not her mom. She almost got lured to believe that's her and almost this close to open the door. That she realise that her mom's in Temburong and why would her mom came by in the middle of the night. The hostel's gate was locked. She didn't open the door. But the calling was more angry. That's how the banging got so fierce cause we didn't want to open the door. Imagine if she did.
MS Hostel BY Aswana
Story #3: The Singing
I woke up feeling scared. It was my first month here. I don't really like the place especially my room. It feels eerie. I'm a light sleeper. I tend to wake up to small noises. But that night it's not noises that awoken me from my sleep. It's a singing voice. Like a sad song. It sounded distant but it's near. I opened my eyes made nervous glances on both sides. Both my roomates peacefully asleep.
"Sapakan tu? Sapa lagi menyanyi tengah-tengah malam buta ani kan?" I said to myself.
My room was spacious. It could fit 10 single beds. There's only 3 of us in that room. I tried getting back to sleep. But the singing... It's deafening my ears! There's windows on both sides. My bed was in the middle. The ceiling fan above me suddenly didn't work again after being repaired a week ago.We slept with one light on cause one of my roomate's afraid of the dark. Then I saw both curtains on both windows blew on the same direction inwards.
I said to myself again, "Aii? Patutnya kalau satu labu sebalah ani kampis tia"
I didn't notice that there's something eerie until I feel my hair stood up. I don't know where I had the courage to look on my left, but I did. And I saw her. She was dressed in white. Her back to me. Her long hair almost reached my bedside. I shut my eyes. Automatically Ayat kursi was all I could think of. But I was so scared I stumbled on every ayat. I took out the yassin under my pillow and place it next to my ear.
I don't know how long I tried to keep myself calm when the singing stop. The sound of Azan at the background can be heard from the nearby Serusop mosque. I brave myself to open my eyes and glance to my left. She was gone.
I woke up feeling scared. It was my first month here. I don't really like the place especially my room. It feels eerie. I'm a light sleeper. I tend to wake up to small noises. But that night it's not noises that awoken me from my sleep. It's a singing voice. Like a sad song. It sounded distant but it's near. I opened my eyes made nervous glances on both sides. Both my roomates peacefully asleep.
"Sapakan tu? Sapa lagi menyanyi tengah-tengah malam buta ani kan?" I said to myself.
My room was spacious. It could fit 10 single beds. There's only 3 of us in that room. I tried getting back to sleep. But the singing... It's deafening my ears! There's windows on both sides. My bed was in the middle. The ceiling fan above me suddenly didn't work again after being repaired a week ago.We slept with one light on cause one of my roomate's afraid of the dark. Then I saw both curtains on both windows blew on the same direction inwards.
I said to myself again, "Aii? Patutnya kalau satu labu sebalah ani kampis tia"
I didn't notice that there's something eerie until I feel my hair stood up. I don't know where I had the courage to look on my left, but I did. And I saw her. She was dressed in white. Her back to me. Her long hair almost reached my bedside. I shut my eyes. Automatically Ayat kursi was all I could think of. But I was so scared I stumbled on every ayat. I took out the yassin under my pillow and place it next to my ear.
I don't know how long I tried to keep myself calm when the singing stop. The sound of Azan at the background can be heard from the nearby Serusop mosque. I brave myself to open my eyes and glance to my left. She was gone.
MS Hostel BY Aswana
Story #2: The Suicide roomIt was our first day as an MS student. First day as a hostelite even. You know how that felt right. Alone not knowing anyone. It's scary.
There's this room in the MS hostel. It was my first year room. It's on the first floor. It's next to the empty unused toilet of that floor. It's the room that was being rumored to belong to the girl who killed herself cause she got pregnant. Yup I lived in that room for a year. How brave of me (not). The story as told to me was that she hanged herself on the room's ceiling fan. I was surprised why there's no maintenance being done to it. I was being told that org lamah semangat will see the blood on the floor right where she killed herself.And you know what? One of the fan was actually didn't work. It's crooked even like something heavy hanged itself there.
I didn't see it. But my friend did. She saw the blood. She was the one to be assigned that room but she was scared so she persuade her dad to tell the people in charge to move her to a different room. Who isn't right? I was late. So I was given that room. I was not being told of it until the end of my first year. No wonder I had the weird things happening in that room.
MS Hostel BY Aswana
Story #1: The Warden
This happen masa time di hostel MS. Warden hostel MS don't live in the hostel quarters. She's only around during the day. Kiranya ia working office hours lah jaga hostel saja. I remember we had a sport activity. I was an athlete dulu. School team for my netball team. It's the only sport that I like playing just for fun. Not to win. Then something happened. That part I don't quite remember. All I remember warden kami time atu marah bebanar to one of the hostelites, if I'm not mistaken the seniors lah. Basar lah suaranya meneriaki org. Bear in mind, warden kami atu very high pitch suaranya. So kalau ia start marah, org yang dalam bilik di tingkat 3 pun bleh terdangar suaranya dgn clear...
Subuh came. It was around 2 or 3? I can't remember. Almost semua penghuni hostel terbangun terkajut. Cause drg terdangar suara warden teriak. Yup. It was being repeated. the whole scene of screaming and shouting with the exact same dialogue. I was sadar cause I'm a very light sleeper. The smallest noise will wake me except when I'm very tired and all, then I will tidur mati. I don't know if ada org berani get out of their rooms that night just to make sure if it's really the warden. But yeah, we're to pintar for that not to be busybody.
This happen masa time di hostel MS. Warden hostel MS don't live in the hostel quarters. She's only around during the day. Kiranya ia working office hours lah jaga hostel saja. I remember we had a sport activity. I was an athlete dulu. School team for my netball team. It's the only sport that I like playing just for fun. Not to win. Then something happened. That part I don't quite remember. All I remember warden kami time atu marah bebanar to one of the hostelites, if I'm not mistaken the seniors lah. Basar lah suaranya meneriaki org. Bear in mind, warden kami atu very high pitch suaranya. So kalau ia start marah, org yang dalam bilik di tingkat 3 pun bleh terdangar suaranya dgn clear...
Subuh came. It was around 2 or 3? I can't remember. Almost semua penghuni hostel terbangun terkajut. Cause drg terdangar suara warden teriak. Yup. It was being repeated. the whole scene of screaming and shouting with the exact same dialogue. I was sadar cause I'm a very light sleeper. The smallest noise will wake me except when I'm very tired and all, then I will tidur mati. I don't know if ada org berani get out of their rooms that night just to make sure if it's really the warden. But yeah, we're to pintar for that not to be busybody.
Wednesday 14 January 2009
BY Aswana
This happened in MD. It was 1994.MS hostel was in ruins, well the girl's hostel though so we had to move temporarily to MD hostel. My aunt (kira pangkat aunt lah) was there. She was a senior that time. I remember the block where we stayed. Block C. My room was ground floor. We noticed that most of the rooms on the ground floor's block were empty. They say it's for the newcomers. The juniors.
My first impression was it's a creepy hostel. But not as creepy as MS Hostel. This one was more friendly looking. MS was hostile. The building shouts HAUNTED.
Anyways, it was pretty late. I was a bit of an insomniac back then. Most of the hostelites are. I hanged out with my juniors back then. So we had this slumber party thing, like a sleepover. Before we say goodnight I was joking around with my aunt. We called her casper bak then cause she likes to wear this cute casper T-shirt. One night I shouted to her " Casper, jaga kami karang malam ah!"
And my good natured aunt replied to me "Ya. Ok tu!" then she went upstairs to her room.
There were like 6 of us. All sprawled on the room's already cramp floor. We laid down both matresses to the floor. And there we slept.
I woke up abruptly not knowing what time is it. I was irritated cause the lights was switched on and off so often. I thought one of the girls had woken up and maybe due to out of boredom decided to play disco light in the room. I saw everyone was asleep. And surprisingly the switched on and off thing stopped. The lights stayed on. Nobody even moved let alone mengigau. Then I saw on the bed infront of me (no matress) sat two blurry white figures wearing telakong(I'm not kidding people. Banar2 pakai telakong. That telakong image was clear. The face isn't just kabur and nercahaya). Karau lah ku for a few seconds then I pretended to get back to sleep. But I couldn't sleep. I peeked again, yup they're still there. Then i remembered what I had said earlier to my aunt. About being our penjaga and stuff. And I nervously smiled. Wow. I have a guardian. Wow again. that's creepy. I finally get back to sleep after baca ayat kursi. A habit of mine when I'm scared.
The next day I mentioned it to the girls. Almost all of them (yg inda tidur mati) believe me. Because durang pun hairan napa the lights bebalik kana switched on and off. But they weren't brave enough to open their eyes. I guess the "guardians" wanted their presence known. That they ful;filled their job jadi "penjaga" for the night.
After that incident, we didn't joke around about casper and asking to jaga us and stuffs. We get the hint now.
My first impression was it's a creepy hostel. But not as creepy as MS Hostel. This one was more friendly looking. MS was hostile. The building shouts HAUNTED.
Anyways, it was pretty late. I was a bit of an insomniac back then. Most of the hostelites are. I hanged out with my juniors back then. So we had this slumber party thing, like a sleepover. Before we say goodnight I was joking around with my aunt. We called her casper bak then cause she likes to wear this cute casper T-shirt. One night I shouted to her " Casper, jaga kami karang malam ah!"
And my good natured aunt replied to me "Ya. Ok tu!" then she went upstairs to her room.
There were like 6 of us. All sprawled on the room's already cramp floor. We laid down both matresses to the floor. And there we slept.
I woke up abruptly not knowing what time is it. I was irritated cause the lights was switched on and off so often. I thought one of the girls had woken up and maybe due to out of boredom decided to play disco light in the room. I saw everyone was asleep. And surprisingly the switched on and off thing stopped. The lights stayed on. Nobody even moved let alone mengigau. Then I saw on the bed infront of me (no matress) sat two blurry white figures wearing telakong(I'm not kidding people. Banar2 pakai telakong. That telakong image was clear. The face isn't just kabur and nercahaya). Karau lah ku for a few seconds then I pretended to get back to sleep. But I couldn't sleep. I peeked again, yup they're still there. Then i remembered what I had said earlier to my aunt. About being our penjaga and stuff. And I nervously smiled. Wow. I have a guardian. Wow again. that's creepy. I finally get back to sleep after baca ayat kursi. A habit of mine when I'm scared.
The next day I mentioned it to the girls. Almost all of them (yg inda tidur mati) believe me. Because durang pun hairan napa the lights bebalik kana switched on and off. But they weren't brave enough to open their eyes. I guess the "guardians" wanted their presence known. That they ful;filled their job jadi "penjaga" for the night.
After that incident, we didn't joke around about casper and asking to jaga us and stuffs. We get the hint now.
I have Jinns following me BY Aswana
First of all I'm sorry if my story is quite lengthy. I like reading your blog knowing that some people out there is brave and silly (heheh) enuf to tell stories of things scary and supernatural. I have alot of it mostly I experienced it myself through years of hostel life and also even sampai masa ani. I live a suitcase life. So yeah....The recent story was about a friend of mine got possesed and it was freaky. Because we had to go see this org alim to took it out of her coz that thing lived in her for 18 years. But I'm not gonna tell you that story today. I'll keep that for the last part. :) Right now I'm gonna tell you the story that concerns me.I don't know if I should 'always' believe in ghost stories or the supernatural. Sometimes it's merely a figment of our wild imaginations. Sometimes it's just freaky when it happened to be real. I have had my share of supernatural stories BOE (based on experience) or told by others. But I just want to tell this one story cause it kinda affect my life and what I should or should not believe in. It also affects my sanity. I mean think about it can anyone believe me if I told them this story?
It happened 4 years ago. After that, things just never been the same for me. I mean I'm the type yg payah banar kan percaya benda-benda cemani unless it happened to me. You know the things that you actually experience it for yourself.
I remember I was unemployed. During that time I stayed over at my tua's place (my mom's eldest sister) in penanjong. You see I live a suitcase life. Even up until now I'm still not living at home. I bunked in relatives places and friends places. I'm not homeless just that circumstances made me have to live the life as it is now. But that does not mean I'm a runaway or anything. Just say that I am used to being independent. I have places that I call "home sweet home" everywhere. I think it's due to the fact that I have been living a life of a hostelite for my whole adolescense life, since form 1 until uni. So yeah, you can't blame me if I sometimes rarely misses home that much.
It was a normal day. I woke up as usual in the middle of the day,showered, ate my brunch and played PS2 with my lil nephew whom I loved to tease (I deliberately make myself win so I could hear him kusut. It's a great feeling when you're so bored with life those time). Then suddenly my cousin Abg A, came up to us and told us to come down and see his "keris" kana tangas by Nene Penanjong. This is no ordinary Keris. This is a Keris that he found lying on the buggy ride at the garage. It's very small like a kid's keris. When my cousin found it he scolded the mom for leaving the keris lying around cause he's scared the kids might play with it. My tua was confused cause she don't remember owning any keris let alone a small keris. So she asked the husband if he left any keris lying around and my tua laki said no. So they assumed that my other cousin Abg G must have left it there coz he was the last one playing the buggy ride.
So we all came down and I was hesitant at first. Cause I don't believe in those tangas2 thing. It's syirik to me. But I was curious to know so I agreed to watch. Actually when he first tangas the keris he was given a dream (by the keris owner) that no one, i mean absolutely no one should watch the ceremonial tangas keris thing. But that day it was different. Suddenly the dream told him that he should ask "org rumah" to watch. I was curious at first why he asked me. It was kinda weird to. And I was all not happy with the idea but you know rasa ingin tahu atu kuat tah jua.
We (Me, Abg A, lil nephew, my niece and the late nene penanjong) sat on the patio ground. Everything was prepared for, the tangas thing, the keris laid neatly on the mat. My cousin Abg A, sat next to me, the keris in front of him.
He said "Tu nah beh, keris atu."
And I just looked. I didn't really pay any attention to it. Suddenly I felt very nervous, you know like suddenly you feel queasy as if there's butterflies in your stomach or something.
My cousin pestered me again, "Tu keris ah, harum tu. Cuba ko cium" He handed me the keris.
I was suddenly interested. "Iawah? Harum kan?"
So i took it in my hands then i realised that I didn't ask my cousins permission to even touch the keris. So I asked if it's okay to touch it and he looked at nene penanjong and nene penanjong just nodded her head. So I hold it and was inspecting it macam org pakar keris lah ni. But yg banarnya my mind was BLANK. Seriously. I was numb. I didn't know what made me open the keris from it's cover, but I opened the keris and smelled it. It smelled soothingly nice. Like you're smelling perfume of org Haji.
Then it happened.
I saw something. Infornt of me stood a black hooded figure with gold chain on it's neck. That thing stood there looking at me. It didn't even moved. I was shocked. I thought I was imagining things. I looked at nene penanjong. Surprisingly I was not scared just shocked with what I saw. Then I looked again at that black thing it's still there. So I wasn't imagining it coz I tried blinking my eyes few times the thing still there! My head heavy tarus. And i found myself (my head lah) tertunduk cause it was so heavy. I could not lift my head.Then I satrted to feel scared. When I'm feeling scared of the unknown, I always baca ayat kursi, cause everytime I read that ayat, I feel safe.
While reading the ayat kursi dalam hati lah ah... I don't want to read it outloud cause I don't want my cousin to know that I was scared and that I saw something... karang durang pun tungkal. Then my head felt lighter and I can lift my head and look up. But the black thing was gone. So I turned and looked at nene penanjong. She was looking at me weirdly. But I'm not worried about that. Now I saw something else again. I saw behind her stood 7 guys different age, very blur but very bright. It's like they're shining brightly. Weird. I squinted my eye. They all dressed in white jubah. One of them with a wooden staff, guess might be the ketua or something. His clothes was different then the rest. He wore the same white jubah plg but over it like a green sash. They all pakai serban few of them ada janggut. The one with the green sash have the longest white beard. He smiled at me. Nodding his head as if assuring me that everything's okay and I don't have to be scared. My eyes were wide. I looked at them from the other end to the other end of their line. I looked again at nene penanjong with my eyes wide. She looked at me and turned to her back. Then she looked at me. Then she suddenly said " Bah masuk tah. Abis dah"
So we hurriedly masuk the house.
It didn't end there. I thought it did. I was starting to feel abit relieved when it was over. But it's not. I got revisited again by them that evening. I was sitting at the living room sofa alone. Feeling restless suddenly and angan2. Not the usual thing I use to do. Then they appear. the old one 'talked" to me. He greeted me with a full salam and the last sentenced in arabic I don't quite understand. When I say talk. It's not like saying it outloud. It's like bercakap dalam hati. That's how I converse with them. And it's as if you could hear them talk to you too. Macam telepathic. Exists panya telepathy ani. I shook my head. Because I don't want to think that I'm starting to act crazy. But think of it this way how come I sounded old in my head. That's not real is it? And their language is different like they talk in riddles. You understand but it confuses you jua at the same time. He told me stuffs. Stuffs that I'm not allowed to tell of even mentioned to anyone because it's only revealed to me. Everything about me. He told me that I have 2 jins which I didn't realise exists always with me. He said not to be afraid. I still remember the words "Kenapa mesti takut sedangkan pencipta kita sama. Dialah yang mesti kita takuti" He said I need to start praying 5 times a day and read the Quran everynight before sleep. Then I blurted this " huh?" I didn't believe all of it that day. That the thing happened and one of them talked to me and stuffs. They mentioned that when I finally started to do the praying and quran ritual thing, they will visit me again. He said I will not do it now but I will begin to when I have the urge to visit the kaabah one day. And he said when they visit me the 2 jins will not be around near me. They will be close by but will not be standing next to me like they always do. Because the 2 jins don't have a religion. If I do good things they will follow. If I do bad things they will follow too. Ok scary much. I wished that's just in my head. That I was FINALLY crazy!
The 2 jins, he told me about was true. It was confirmed by these people:
My friend saw it.
My lil cousin saw it too.He thought they're friends.
The dukun guy who helped me out from being possesed saw it but didn't tell me until later (this happend when I was in UBD I was told a she was trying to get inside me but this 2 jins pulled her out. I was concious the whole time and I kept on telling my friends I'm not possesed. But I don't know why I started crying when they played the radio channel yg org baca Quran).
The young guy who could see things also saw them when he tried to get rid of the 'bad' jins at my granparents house last year. He said to my mom infront of the rest of the family (my usu, my cousins, my tua, my uncle and nene) "anak kita ada tu dangannya 2 org diri di belakangnya." And my cousins who stood behind me suddenly moved away. Takut kali drg. I just stayed silent.
This Indonesian dude who cures people with ayat (so they all say like that) told me that I have 2 jins (guys) following me more like protecting me. I was curious so I asked him, why?
"Sebab kamu lemah semangat. Mungkin di turunin oleh nenek kamu. Barang ini cuma turun kepada yg serasi aja. ternyata kamu yang serasi."
So I was shocked. What? Ok. I have histories of relatives with this kind of "dangan" thing. And I always thought it was nonsense. And now it happened to me. The Indo guy told me that they can teach you how to cure and stuffs. It's up to me. I even could see past someone like a premonition of them. But it's my choice to accept it or not. I could tell if that person is on to something no good or not just by looking at their faces. Like if hatinya baik or not. If anyone caught me staring it means I was reading. I usually did it out of concious. But I always ignore it. Because I don't want to rely on it. I still think and believe that it's wrong. Syirik to have this. Susah hatiku mikirkan.
I don't know if I should accept it. Truthfully I was kind of scared. And yeah... I don't think i want to embrace it at all. If I could I want them to go away. Maybe I should start praying 5 times a day and read the quran at night before sleep... I don't want to end up being a freak and crazy one day.
So that's my story. My close friends knew about their existence in my life. Most of the time they ignore but at times their curiosity gets the better of them and asks me things. Things that I shouldn't tell them because I feel wrongly about what I know. See it this way, I don't want people to think me differently when they knew about it. Like I'm some kind of crazy or freak girl. For the most part I'm still me. And I'm still sane. Although I'm lacking in the praying thing, I did khatam quran 4 times. And everytime I do khatam, I can't help feeling calm. Tenang hati. Just that when it comes to praying I was abit not that diligent enough. But I will manage that cause I was a prayer when I was young. I liked the walks I had from home to the madrasah. It slowly fades, the habit, when I grew up. Mixing with different friends. But I still believe that whatever happened or going to happen is kehendak Illahi. It's up to us hambanya to figure it for ourselves. And the Kaabah thing, that's the first thing I want to go when I have the money. Not Paris, Rome, or Disneyland. When you always dreamt of the same thing, it's calling to you. It's only a matter of time.
Friday 9 January 2009
Something Fresh BY -D-
here's one right off the oven. happened last month when the school holiday started...
if you've read my story about the noisy tile, it takes place in the same area. if you're too lazy to search; at my place, there's an extension at the back my dad and the family made years ago. it's basically an outside cooking area with a tiled floor and a simple zinc roof with a single small wall where we cook. also to note is the neighbour next door who just moved in around last year. like us, they made a few modifications to their place. one of em' is basically a complete mirror to our cooking area; just right next to our cooking area, they made an outside store/laundry area with a zinc roof. only difference is that their roof is a tad bit lower than ours. they then followed it up by constructing a concrete wall, a bit lower than their roof and really close to said area, around their place.
anyway; it was around 2.30 AM, saturday morning. woke up suddenly cuz my tummy kept telling me to go "drop a deuce" (a.k.a "pinch a loaf" a.k.a "nature calls" a.k.a beria). with the exception of me, my older sis, the maid and the gardener, everyone else was in Miri at the time.
as i was about to make my way to the toilet, i could hear some cats hissing outside, of which i assumed a fight was about to start. after dropping off a couple at the toilet, i could hear the neighbour's back door opening (which leads to their laundry area), and not long after that, a loud and quick screeching. at the time, i assumed the screech came from one of the cats as my neighbour tried to stop the fight. it wasn't till around 2 weeks ago i found out what really happened.
a few days after that night, a man knowledgable in the supernatural came to our house to "purify" our place (i was out at the time of his visit). his reason; during the night i mentioned earlier, my neighbour's wife had forgotten to bring in the clean laundry earlier that day. as she went out to the laundry area, she gave out a quick loud screech and quickly went back into the house.
what did she see that scared the life out of her? a set of greenish/grayish rotting feet standing, perching if you will, on top of the concrete wall they erected, toes pointing to their house, with the rest of the body being completely blocked by the zinc roof above their laundry area.
if you've read my story about the noisy tile, it takes place in the same area. if you're too lazy to search; at my place, there's an extension at the back my dad and the family made years ago. it's basically an outside cooking area with a tiled floor and a simple zinc roof with a single small wall where we cook. also to note is the neighbour next door who just moved in around last year. like us, they made a few modifications to their place. one of em' is basically a complete mirror to our cooking area; just right next to our cooking area, they made an outside store/laundry area with a zinc roof. only difference is that their roof is a tad bit lower than ours. they then followed it up by constructing a concrete wall, a bit lower than their roof and really close to said area, around their place.
anyway; it was around 2.30 AM, saturday morning. woke up suddenly cuz my tummy kept telling me to go "drop a deuce" (a.k.a "pinch a loaf" a.k.a "nature calls" a.k.a beria). with the exception of me, my older sis, the maid and the gardener, everyone else was in Miri at the time.
as i was about to make my way to the toilet, i could hear some cats hissing outside, of which i assumed a fight was about to start. after dropping off a couple at the toilet, i could hear the neighbour's back door opening (which leads to their laundry area), and not long after that, a loud and quick screeching. at the time, i assumed the screech came from one of the cats as my neighbour tried to stop the fight. it wasn't till around 2 weeks ago i found out what really happened.
a few days after that night, a man knowledgable in the supernatural came to our house to "purify" our place (i was out at the time of his visit). his reason; during the night i mentioned earlier, my neighbour's wife had forgotten to bring in the clean laundry earlier that day. as she went out to the laundry area, she gave out a quick loud screech and quickly went back into the house.
what did she see that scared the life out of her? a set of greenish/grayish rotting feet standing, perching if you will, on top of the concrete wall they erected, toes pointing to their house, with the rest of the body being completely blocked by the zinc roof above their laundry area.
Wednesday 7 January 2009
BY Senor Pablo
1. BelalongI'm sure most of you have been there. I love listening to Ms Jungle who looks after the Belalong Facilities. I bumped into her at her sibling's hari raya open house and we ended sharing ghost stories the whole evening. Bunny loves to hear them and Fejj loves to read about them.. hmmm.. interesting! Anyway, Ms Jungle told us about her sightings or hearings in the Belalong area. There is a room next to the water tank that is supposedly haunted. Some times, she told us, the noise may be small in sound but other days.. it sounded like a cow. She told us that is a bad sign as the ghost may be angry or a scarier kind. Interestingly, western tourists always asked for that room.. I guess they want to experience in seeing the ghosts. So, next time you stay in Belalong, depend on your wishes, you can ask for the room near the water tank or otherwise.!
2. Sixth Sense
Bunny has a chinese-muslim convert school-mate that came to the house to get cakes that she ordered. Since it was her first time to our house, we offered her tea and such. Our conversation got on about her ability to see things that we normal being can't see. She said that she might have got it from her grandma who has the same ability. I don't think she was lying or pulling our legs as her stories were convincing. One instance, she told us of seeing pontianak hanging on Aru trees at Muara by the beach, coming back late from an evening function. The other instance also was when she took her child to RIPAS in the evening, for an outpatient consultation. She saw a being following them on top of her car. She said that it was a Jinn who lives on the hill across RIPAS where they sell Rabbit satay and such. Someone must be slaughtering near the hill and the blood must have been an attraction for these Jinns. So, she got panicked and quickly drove home to her hubby, not muttering a single word. One lesson I learnt from her stories was that she told us ghosts are normally afraid of humans but actually humans are afraid of them because of their ugly features. She advised us that if we happen to see one, just be bold and say in our hearts.. please don't disturb us we have no intention to disturb you. She added that ghosts can hear our inner voice or what is going on inside us. So, just be brave and tell them off!
3. Supasave Area
A few years ago, I bumped into the Brunei Forum postings on ghost stories and it was interesting to read about our local scouts' experience during jamboree near the Supersave area in Gadong when that place used to be a jamboree site. The scouts used to see limbs and legs hanging on trees during their night duty.
4. Kota Batu and Bukit Panggal Highway
This area needs no explaination as many expereince seeing passengers in their cars late in the evening. My advise, switch on the AL-Quran radio channel. One time, a friend told me she can hear someone singing following the songs on the radio..
There are more but I stop here. Most important is don't show your fear but be brave and equip yourself with Ayatul Kursi. Insyallah, all will be well..
If you enjoy listening to ghosts stories, tuned in to Asrol's show on Kristal FM on late Thursday evenings. The music is enough to give me goose bumps..hehehehee
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