Say no to plastic bag trash in the room BY Aswana

Do you like to pun rubbish can/bin in your room? Or maybe just a plastic bag to stash away your trash? Well i advise that you should stop doing that. I know it's kind of late to let people know about this but it slipped my mind and as I was telling the story about my close friend, I suddenly rememeber it. Again this story didn't happen to me. But to a friend of mine too. And yes thiss tory happened in Hostel. Where? MD. Bwoh... :)

There's a reason why you shouldn't put trash in your room. Wherever you are. Whatever the place is. Trash should be put outside. Cause it's dirt. Dirty stuffs attract bad things. Like disease for example. Logical reason.

But I have another reason why too. Let me tell you about a story happened to a friend of mine. Unlike other seniors,her room is shared with a roomate. Most hostelites back then have this habit of putting their trash bin in their rooms. Or just a plastic bag a substitute for trash can and hang it on door handles or nailed it on their shelves. Simply cause it's convenient like you ripped off pages from your notepad and just throw it in your plastic bag bin. You don't have to get up from where you sat, walk few steps to the door, open the door and throw it in your trash can outside. I do that. It helps me give a little exercise, besides it prevents me from being too lazy. And I don't really like the idea of having trash in the room either.

So my friend have a plastic trash nailed to their shelves. Normally there's nothing weird happening at night. Except for the night when she happens to get awoken by rustling sounds of plastic bag. She tiredly open her eyes. She was trying to focus on a person rummaging thru her trash can. She thought it was some intruder as her roomate was apparently on her side of the bed asleep. But then she realise that it's not a someone. It's a something. It's the Lady in White - Miss P. She was rummaging through their trash in the room. Looking for god knows what. She was too scared to open her eyes so she shut her eyes pretending to sleep, wishing that Miss P might not notice her.

I don't know how long it took her to stay in that posture for too long. But from what she told me it made her cried afterwards. The next morning after telling her roomie, they put away the trash. And since that incident they no longer put "trash" of any kind in their room.

The fishing Trip and Minangkabau House BY Aswana

I want to tell you ghost stories that's been told to us by my dad looooong time ago.. It's something that happened looooooooooong time ago too when he was a kid. I'm not sure if any of my brothers and sisters remember any of this story. But I remember it clearly simply cause there's one part of it that's crack up hilarious.. {Hilarious? Thought this is a ghost story?? Well yeah it's about a ghost pulang... you'll understand later}

Anyways he told this story, if i'm not mistaken to someone - I guess he told it to his friend or a distant relative I can't quiet remember. We were at the living room. And it's like what normal families do, they mingle, talk.. but rarely adults talking with children. I'm not sure how the story came about to us and we suddenly talk about ghosts encounters and such though.

Okay lets just start the story... It's told in 2 short tales. So I'll make it as concise as I can.. Hopefully there's no "simpang-menyimpang" hehehe :)


Story 1 - The fishing Trip

From what I recalled, this happened to my dad's older brother{I don't remember wic uncle this is so lets just name him Uncle T} when he was a young teen. My dad told us that Unc. T likes to go out. You know like hanging out and stuffs with friends. So this time it's something to do with fishing in a nearby river quiet far from where they lived.

I remember my dad said how stubborn and a rebel Unc. T was. How their parents told them not to go out late at night. But this time Unc T and one of his friends decided to go out fishing at midnight. Simply because their theory, it will be quieter {so nobody can disturb them} and the fishes would be too sleepy too notice if their bate is a trap or something. {yeah, I'm not sure where they get that from. Fishes pun ada pandai ngantuk and drowsy???}

So they went to this river which they had to have really long walks... like it took them few hours to reach it. Once there, they start prepping their fishing tools. Took out the bait and started on their fishing thing. They didn't think it's a stupid or crazy idea to go fish late at night. To them it's an adventure.

While waiting for their bait, both of them got tired and eventually fell asleep.

A while later - probly half an hour... im not sure{even my dad's not sure) one of their fishing rods moved. It woke Unc T up. As he opened his eyes he lay frozen still with fear cause above him, looking down at him with smiling long fangs the most feared ghost. The letter P. She was looking down at my uncle and giggled. Just looking down at him and doing nothing but showing off her long fangs. Her hair inches above his face. Her face.. i've been told could raise hairs u never thought you have.

My uncle did what any scared boy wud do when he realise what it was. He ran and scream leaving his friend still sleeping -who is apparently sleeping like a log. Not knowing what happened. The next day my Unc had a fever for a week. I don't know what happen to his friend though. My dad didn't mention it. I think he's fine.



Story 2 - Minangkabau House


My dad told us that dulu-dulu, they lived in a Minangkabau House on a hilltop.It was given to them, like an inheritance. It was quiet famous back then, their house. He said there's a lot of creepy and unexplained things always happened in that house. There's even things flew... the sound of footsteps echoed in the empty halls. It was creepy. My dad told us.

There's this one time, of all the happenings there's this time that happened 3 days straight, the hauntings from the ghosts in the house. It's like all the ghosts came out in unison and in anger. My dad was scared back then. All f them were. It's as if they were in rage. They couldn't sleep at night. Apparently someone {probly in the family} been practising black magic and it went wrong somehow.

Sometimes the P wud show up and laugh her laughter. Sometimes things just moved or flew. Or you could hear noises in the kitchen people trying to make themselves busy but there's nobody there. And finally my dad told of how the time when they were trying to sleep in the living room, cause everyone was too scared to stay in their rooms, suddenly there was a strong wind. And the wooden windows of their house suddenly blew open. And with it came a HUGE {i still remember my dad's facial expression and gestures when he told us this part} HEAD.

"Basar Kepala atu! Botak!

When he said the word botak, we all laughed -us the siblings. My dad gave us this stern look and said, it's not funny. It was really scary, a flying huge bald head appeared out of nowhere in front of them. Flying around inside the house. In the end they eventually moved out of the house. I'm not sure if that house still exists or not. But my dad said only the strong willed could withstand the encounters and happenings in that house. And yang berilmu lah. :) To me even if ada ilmu I don't think Iw ant to stay or live in that house either.

Out of Body BY Aswana

This story happened to my close friend, RT. We were still in MD back then. Like the sleep paralysis thing, this was way beyond that. It was freaky. And it's unreal too, like you might think its a dream but it's not. Remember sometimes old people use to say that when you're asleep your souls tend to move about here and there. I think this is what happened here.

When she told me this I remember how worried she was. And scared and it lead her to be an insomniac. Apart from school stress and life lah.

We usually all sleep together, but this time each and everyone of us decided to sleep in their respective rooms. We were in our senior year. So we get to have a room for ourselves. Not that it's very appealing to sleep alone in the hostel room, what with the stories you tend to hear here and there, but it was appealing in a sense that we get to have a little bit of privacy. I like to dress up in my room and decided what to wear for the next day so sharing with a roomie might not be a good idea as your roomate might find it annoying cause your clothes would be everywhere.

Anyways back to my story, she was asleep. And she thought she was having a dream. She dreamt that she was floating high and high and high... I think everyone expereinced that kind of feeling, when you're ready to sleep. you feel yourself drowsy and feel like you get pulled deeper and deeper into sleep mode. She said it's something like that but different in a way that you actually feel it as if you're still awake. It's like you're actually feeling yourself floating in mid air.

She didn't know why, but while floating she decided to look down below her. Bear in mind that all this happened when she was asleep. She looked down and she saw herself asleep. Eyes shut. Breathing normally. She was shocked and and in an instant she felt herself falling down faster like a whoosh, and instantly she was awake. Her chest hurt and her breathing was rough. She immediately looked herself in the mirror and her face pale.

A Nostalgic Horror Trip ver.2.0 BY -D-

This one takes place at the same home as in part 1. as wether it took place before or after part 1, i'm not quite sure (it has been SOOOO long ago...).

i remember it was during the more warmer seasons, where despite getting close to Maghrib, the sky was still bright and clear. around that time, as i was about to finish taking a shower, i heard a car coming in from below, followed with some unfamiliar voices. being the curious little boy that i was, i quickly dressed up and asked my maid who it was.

apparently, my brother had came home along with some friends, of which 2 of em' were girls. now, being the cute little busybody that i was (and i still am, aside from the "little" and "busybody" aspect), i decided to go down and be a show and try to blend in somehow. unfortunately, my maid wouldn't allow me till i dry my hair properly. once that task was over with, i head on to the back door where my slippers were. just as i was about to reach for the door knob, the door just quickly swung open and hit me in the head, followed with my brother and his friends rushing in, in a panic, where one of the girls fell to the floor, crying, and covering her place. it was a duet of cries, as i joined in on the action as well (lets see you try hitting a 6-7 year old on the head hard without making him cry).

as the story turns out, when my brother and his friends got home, one of them expressed a bit of interest on the forest "gate" that i mentioned in part 1. after a few words, they decided to venture into the forest a bit. a few hundred metres in, they were greeted with the sound of rustling in the trees, which wasn't at all that strange seeing as how monkeys occupied the place. one of the girls, the one who cried a duet with me, decided to just look up and have a quick look at these monkeys. while she did saw them, she also had a clear view of a very unfamiliar creature; it had the figure of an adult human, except it's body was completely covered in fur, and the smiling face of an old man (of which she described years later when i first heard the story, something like the Cheshire's Cat smile from Disney's Alice in Wonderland), with pointy ears, on one of the trees. and before you start, she knows what a chimp looks like, and this was definitely no chimp...

so, she screamed and ran off. my brother and the others looked at the direction she was looking at when she screamed and saw a huge black figure, too big to be any monkey, jumped out of their sight an into the thick bushes of leaves above. whatever it was, they had no intention of taking a good look of what it was, and rushed back to the house.

for a few nights since then, my brother slept over in the living room, whereas the girl didn't sleep for 2 days till she consulted an imam, while the bump on my head healed in less than a week.

A Nostalgic Horror Trip Ver.1.0 BY -D-

among the 4 houses i ever lived, my most favorite has to be the second one i moved into from 87' to 92'.

located in Berakas Garrison (Papa was a soldier), it was one of those houses, like the houses in some Government Residential areas (not sure if it's considered a "stilt" house), where the actual house is on the first floor whereas the ground floor is where you park the car, and a single room, meant as a storage space but used as my brother's room back then. nearby, there's a small separate building, made up of 3 rooms: one was the maid's, another was a store room, while the other was a washing area. then, there's my all time favourite: the huge, wide, grass lawn. i'm not exaggerating (sp?), it could fit in 7-9 tents there.

*sigh* oh, i still remember how cool and comfy the wooden floors were as i slept on it whenever it rains, endlessly running through the HUGE lawn as i try to get my kite to fly up or just running around chasing the cats, or riding on my bike on the road as i try to catch up with my older sis, or when i messed up the store room as i rummaged through one of the boxes to play with some old toys... oh, yeah, the ghost story... forgive the nostalgia trip there...

anyway, the main entrance to the house was a large sliding window, with only a thin, transparent curtain to block the view inside. outside was a veranda, used usually to just lounge around, and the stairs leading down. around 50 metres at the bottom of the stairs, just right in front of the main entrance in plain view, was a broken fence followed with an "entrance", a "gate" if you will, leading into a forest.

theres just no other way to describe this forest entrance other than like a gate; to the sides were rows of tall, sturdy trees. between them, a wide gap in the middle, with a lone tree stump, dead centre, with a log lying next to it. the area around and ahead of the tree stump were littered with tall shrubs, bushes, small trees and vines. i guess, kinda like a cave mouth, instead it's made of flora, and it leads into a forest, rather than a cave.

one day, my mother heard a disturbing rumour at her work place about how there's been some break-in's in our area. naturally, that night at 1 AM (she's a late sleeper, but an early riser), after everyone has already gone to bed, she decided to check all the windows and the backdoor before she calls it a day. she made one last check at the main entrance, when she saw, through the curtains, what seems like a figure on the mouth of the forest entrance.

curiousity got the best of her, so she peeked through the gap between the curtains. there, near the tree stump at the forests "gate", stood a woman clad in white, with her back to my mother. my mother quickly ran back into her room, resisting as hard as she could from screaming and grabbing "her" attention (not that it matters seeing how the loud footsteps she made as she ran on the wooden floor woke everyone but me, my brother and the maid up). my sisters tried to calm my mother, a crying mess at the time, while my dad went to take a look at the "figure".

as you'd would expect, it wasn't there....

Sleep Paralysis @ Dihimpit Ketika Tidur BY Inara

Have you experienced sleep paralysis? It's when you suddenly woke up and you find you can't move. For people who has never experienced it, it's a terrifying experience (at least for me).

I cannot remember the first time I experienced sleep paralysis. It was either in 2005 or 2006. But what I remember is that it was Thursday night. As usual, I stayed up late to listen to Kristal Mistik, a radio programme where callers call in to share their ghostly encounters. I'm quite brave now (compared to when I was younger) so usually I don't get scared easily. But that night felt a bit different. I felt more nervous and scared while listening to the stories. As soon as the show ended, I got ready for bed. I fell asleep and was dreaming about driving. My siblings were in the back seat and I was driving. Suddenly, the car seemed very heavy. I pressed down the accelerator, willing the car to move forward. It felt heavier by the second. It puzzled me and scared me a little. And then it happened! I felt like my legs were lifted off the bed for a second or two. Then it felt like it was released and suddenly it feels like there's this thing pressing down on me. I can't seemed to move. I can't even open my eyes. It was like I'm trapped and helpless. I tried reading Ayat Kursi but everytime I almost finished, I just forgot the words. It happened many times. And at last i felt really annoyed. I summoned all the strength I have and I screamed ALLAHUAKBAR and I pushed with all energy that I have inside of me and poof! Just like that, it was gone. I was able to move and open my eyes. I switched on my table lamp. I sat up on my bed, pulling the covers over my body. I looked at the window and I thought I saw the window area started to be covered in fog. I ran to the light switch and switched on the light. I hid under cover and texted a friend whom I know is an insomniac. I tried falling back to sleep but I still feel its presence where I slept. Maybe I was just being paranoid, I don't know. It was only after I switched to the middle of the bed, closer to my sister that I was able to finally fall asleep. The whole time, my sister was oblivious to what had happened to me. However, it was my sister who first experienced sleep paralysis. In her case, the first time she experienced it, after that "thing" lifted off her, she felt it moved or rather flew to the left side, where I was sleeping.

I had many many more episodes of sleep paralysis but it was not so severe. So did my sister who was sleeping next to me. Once, she was able to force her eyes open and she saw a black thing on top of her when she looked in the mirror while having sleep paralysis.

Another memorable sleep paralysis episode happened one dusk on a Sunday. I just got back from my grandparents house and was feeling very tired and sleepy. It was probably close to maghrib. I lay down on the bed and not long after I fell asleep, something heavy was pressing down on me. I could hardly breathe! I couldn't open my eyes. And then I saw a women with her long black hair falling down covering her face except her eyes. A second or two after I saw those evil, angry eyes, suddenly the face was just inches away from my face. "It" was on top of me. At that moment, the weight on top of me became heavier and I felt like I was going to suffocate. Once again, I summoned all the strength I had inside me and just pushed! And just like that it was gone and I woke up gasping.

Alhamdulillah, I no longer had those episodes since I went abroad for a year. I either heard or read somewhere that if the disturbance happened repeatedly, it might be deliberate, that somebody may be sending "those" to you. Wallahualam. - Inara

An Encounter with a Toyol BY Inara

I'm sure you've got moments when you thought you saw someone passing you by from the corner of your eye. I've had many of those experience when I was younger. If it's once or twice maybe you could reason that it's just your imagination but when it happened multiple times...and it's accompanied by goosebumps, it does make you wonder whether something is really there.

I get easily spooked when I was little. I guess that's why I was able to see all those things. Like this one instance, I can't remember how old I was but I was still in primary school. It was early evening, around 5 45 or so and it happened to be 'hari kuning'. I was alone upstairs doing my homework and it was quite dark. While I was doing my homework, I kept seeing someone from the corner of my eye, peeking over my shoulders as if trying to see what I was doing. It happened probably about 5 times before I got spooked enough and ran downstairs to my maid.

This next story I wanna share is also one of those moments when you see "something" from the corner of your eyes. What was different this time is I did not turn towards that "thing" immediately but rather stay and observed for a few more seconds. I believed it was my first encounter with a TOYOL.

I was young, probably around 8 or 9. It was a very quiet friday morning around 10-11 am. I was alone in the tv room upstairs reaching out to a local malay newspaper. There's usually a weekly ghost story published in the paper and that week happened to be about toyol. If I'm not mistaken, a week or two before that my parents have suspected presence of toyol around our area because my parents keep on losing money. For e.g. my dad pun five $10 notes on the bed, when out to get something for a short while and came back to find only three $10 notes on the bed. Nobody entered the room during that period of time. So, back to my story, I brought the paper to the sofa, kneeled down on the floor and used the sofa as my table. I used my left hand to hold the left edge of the paper down as the fan kept on lifting the page up. As I was reading, I was something from the corner of my eye. I froze up and just observed that thing. It was like a small kid but grotesque looking. It was darkish, with evil but also mischievous grin which showed its small, sharp, pointed teeth. And I also has a bald head. Still grinning, it suddenly extended its dark hand towards my hand and as it get closer, I panicked and turned. It was gone! I got up and ran down immediately. Nothing happened after that. That was the last time I saw it. My dad complained to my late great grandfather about always losing money and my great grandfather gave my dad something to put in his wallet (didn't thought of asking what that was). My dad no longer lose money unexpectedly after that.

Roadside Terror Part 2.5 BY -D-

Returning from a late night rendezvous with his girlfriend, a cousin of mine decided to take the longer route home through Jalan Muara. it was a cool, full moon night, and he was in a good mood so he wanted to enjoy the view a bit as he drove.

as he passed the junction leading to Mentiri and towards Tanah Jambu, he had to drive up a rather steep, curvy hill. as he reached the top and was about to drive downhill, he got himself a good clear view of the moon, and stared to admire it for a moment. at the bottom of the hill, at the time, there was a tall lone tree to his left, and a forest to his right (with some construction work in the area).

as he was about to reach the bottom of the hill, he saw something, a figure, flying off the top of the tree to his left, flew across the moon he was admiring (ala' E.T), and into one of the trees on the other side of the road. while he didn't get a proper, detailed look at the figure, he nevertheless had a good look at it as it flew across the moon. it was too big to be a bat or any other sort of flying animal he knew of. and as agile as they are, a monkey couldn't have jump that far, and he was pretty sure it flew across the road. it didn't have wings, but rather, it seemed like it was covered in ragged cloth, and it had the distinct size and silhouette of a person. either way, it was a sure killjoy to his good mood that night.

oh, and by the way; the area where he saw the figure? i'm currently living near it. more stories on that later.

BY Aswana

Some people see things. Other people feel things. And not to forgetting those who could only hear things. I can do all three before I decided to block my vision. I can see still but only in blurs not as clear as before... What I'm about to tell you is something I can only hear but not see. Maybe if I follow it I might see what it is but I was too scared.

I was 14 years old. We had a holiday trip. It was our last day in KK Sabah. My dad decided that on our last night we might pay a visit to nene tangah's house and stay there for the night as he promised that he would. In sabah there are kampongs belonged to the old bruneian community. Our histories have shown that before Brunei as it is now, we were a huge empire. Almost the whole of Borneo and parts of the philipines belonged to us. So it's not surprised if we have relatives in an around Sabah and other parts of Borneo.

One of these Kampongs is called Bongawan. It's a beautiful place. Still preserved with it's Kampong state. Wooded stilt houses, dirt roads you name it. It's all you could imagine of a kampong. They even have a Pekan that is still ancient and shops out of houses.You don't have to worry about languages and such cause these people they speak Brunei. The kind of dialect you would normally hear coming from Kampong Ayer residents. Mind you their Brunei Vocab is much more better than me. Our generation nowadays slowly forgotten our own unique language. It's a shame.

Let's just say it's our first time there (except for my dad tho). I never satyed in Kampong houses but it was an adventure for me. And I was excited of the prospect.When we were there everyone looked at us. More like staring. Macam rusa masuk kampong everyone was talking. It's the first time a Bruneian came to their place in a loooong time. And it delighted them.

Night came. I was asleep in one of the rooms with my brothers. My parents slept outside in the living room area with my two lil sisters.

I woke up. I couldn't sleep cause someone decided to play music in the middle of the night. On top of that I had the most excruciating stomach pain. I sat on my bed. Felt very sleepy. Such melodious tune. It's a sound of someone playing the flute. It sound so ancient and scary and so magic. But it was. It sound magic to me. The tune makes me feel like I want to go out and see who it was. In my mind a picture of a men in Yellow Royal Malay clothes sat under a tree playing the flute. He was handsome looking and very fair. I shook the image of my head. I tried to peek outside the wooden window but I was so scared.

I debated on whether to just go out and look for the guy with the flute or woke up my mother and ask her for minyak parut. I chose the latter. I woke my mom up. Told her I had this really sharp stomache ache.

"Meh.. Aku sakit parut." She woke up and gave me the ointment. I guess I'm not the only one who has the stomache ache dilemma.

I took it and woke her up again after a few mins of hesitation.
"Meh... di luar bising. Nda ku dapat tidur.."
"Eh bising apa? Manada bising. Balik saja ke bilik tidur. Mummy ngalih ni. Esok lagi balik awal"

Feeling disappointed I went back to my room and tried to go back to sleep with the noise.

I couldn't sleep. The sound was getting louder and louder almost piercing my ears. I was scared I might be deaf soon. I cried. I cried because of my stomach pain and also because I couldn't sleep due to the flute sound. Eventually I cried my self to sleep.

The next day, I told everyone that last night I heard someone playing the flute. I couldn't sleep.

My nene tangah said this:

"Orang bunian tu. Manggil. Ia kan bagi barang. Kalau kau kluar ia kan bagi kau buluh perindu."

My nene tangah sdaid it won't happen again. Because this thing it will not happen twice. But it could be something else too. I might not coming back if the thing decided to take me in.

I'm glad I didn't go out. I don't care if the thing buluh perindu is a good thing. Being taken away is not something I want in return either.

BY Aswana

I will try to tell a short story.

I was told about this story roughly around 2 years ago by my sister in law. At that time she was still my brother's fiance. We were in the kitchen exchanging weird unexplained stories after a delicious meal during lunch. My sister in law suddenly recalled of her sister's experience of a roadside terror.

They were convoying to go to bandar. My sister in law was with my brother in my brother's car following her sister who was driving alone in my sis in law's car leading the way. My sister in law's side of the family live in Lumut. They were on the old Lumut road, upon reaching the junction that leads to the highway they stopped to give way for traffic. When there's no more cars passing by, my borther was getting ready to move but his sis in law (lets named her Y) still stayed on the same spot. Not moving.

"Cuba hon ia c Y ah, angan2 kali ia tu..." My sis in law said.
So my borther did. They honed a few times but still the car didn't move. My sis in law was confused and annoyed. She was about to call her sister when suddenly Y moved and they continued their journey to Bandar.

"Napa c Y branti?" I asked.

"Iatah sudah balik rumah ku rista arahnya. Napa ia branti masih sedangkan nada lagi kereta"

This is what she told her:

"Nda kamu nampak kan?" Y asked her sis.
"Nampak apa? Mana ada kreta tadi. Lapang jua tu"
"Nda... ada kreta."
"Kreta?"
"Awu.. aku ani kan jalan dah skali ada kreta basaaaaaar... panjaaaaaaang.. melintas. Iatah ku branti.."