I could not sleep that night. Looked at the clock it was almost 3am, feeling jealous that sis beside me was sleeping soundly.
But then out of the blue, my eyes started to feel so heavy. At last I was sleeping. But then my body felt so cold, my hands were clammy....
then blood. I could smell distinctively some fresh blood. So I opened my eyes to check my room out. But there was nothing. It was now 3am.
Somehow I felt so different. My body felt so light. Then I panicked, i realized I was floating. I even felt the slight bobbing. On my right, I saw a dark figure. It seemed to be laughing at me. I was so confused and tried to reach out for the door. Need to get out, need to get ma's help. In my 'floaty self', my hand almost reached the doorknob when whooosh... I got sucked into my body. But as soon as I get into my body, I floated out again. In again, I pulled the bed-sheet desperately. No luck, I went out of my body. In, pulled, out, again and again. Then I looked at my sis, still sleeping. I planned to scream if ever I got sucked into my body again. Luckily I did, however, I only managed to turn my head sideways towards her. I saw her looking at me. She must be awoken from all the trashing I had done while struggling to stay inside my body! By now I was tired and the dark figure had left. I was still floating, this time, though, I stayed that way. I had no energy to get back into my body. Feeling hopeless I cried and prayed. I reasoned that it could not be my time of death. Could not be! I was so sure I would end up in hell and begged Him to let me live longer. Then I got sucked into my body and as soon as I opened my eyes, I just ran out to my ma's room, it was now 7am. My body was aching and I had got a headache. I cried and cried telling my confused mom that I had been given the chance to stay in this world. My parents gave me a glass of water and ushered me back to my room. We all saw my bed-sheet pulled halfway. My roomie sis asked me why was I giving a quick, sharp stare before. She said that she was sure I looked dead but had ignored me.
Saturday 22 August 2009
Boy At Cemetery BY JugHead
That afternoon, my friend was visiting a Chinese cemetery. Passing across the cemetery, he had to walk over some tombstones.
He said 'excuse me' when doing that. But returning home from the cemetery, strange things started to happen.
First, his dog was growling mad at him as if he was some stranger. Then that night, while playing his PlayStation, he heard a faint cry circling around his room. He was feeling uneasy but tried to ignore the cry. That same night, he had a weird dream. A pair of pale legs was shown to him.
But the creepiest bit was when he was driving through a dark highway. Suddenly the lamp posts were lit one by one as his car passed through.
When he glanced at the back, in the mirror, he saw the lamp posts were once again switched off. Then his girlfriend complained about feeling as if a small boy was with him. From then on, every night, he would have a dream. And it was always a dream about a person shown to him, slowly getting more detailed in each dream.Creeping slowly those dreams went from the lower limbs to the mid body and finally, the face. To his horror, it was a small boy who was all bruised up like this kid was in some sort of a freak accident. His lips were sewn up. My friend was in a major freak out of unease. All with the dog kept growling and whimpering, those nightmares and the little boy crying. With these endless horrors, he had to face his exam. He was a bit tensed up and tired. Tried to read but all the facts could not be digested. He closed his eyes to relax him out but all he could see were numbers. He had a feeling those were his book pages so proceeded to read them. And true enough, the exact topics came out in the exam. Despite the spirit being helpful, my friend still found help from a Chinese medium to rid the boy. Only then my friend remembered that he actually stepped onto some soil build up back at the cemetery without excusing himself. He actually almost tripped over it. He had to go back and put offerings to the now apparently, unattended tomb. Finally, my friend and his friendly ghost parted and they lived happily ever after. FIN
He said 'excuse me' when doing that. But returning home from the cemetery, strange things started to happen.
First, his dog was growling mad at him as if he was some stranger. Then that night, while playing his PlayStation, he heard a faint cry circling around his room. He was feeling uneasy but tried to ignore the cry. That same night, he had a weird dream. A pair of pale legs was shown to him.
But the creepiest bit was when he was driving through a dark highway. Suddenly the lamp posts were lit one by one as his car passed through.
When he glanced at the back, in the mirror, he saw the lamp posts were once again switched off. Then his girlfriend complained about feeling as if a small boy was with him. From then on, every night, he would have a dream. And it was always a dream about a person shown to him, slowly getting more detailed in each dream.Creeping slowly those dreams went from the lower limbs to the mid body and finally, the face. To his horror, it was a small boy who was all bruised up like this kid was in some sort of a freak accident. His lips were sewn up. My friend was in a major freak out of unease. All with the dog kept growling and whimpering, those nightmares and the little boy crying. With these endless horrors, he had to face his exam. He was a bit tensed up and tired. Tried to read but all the facts could not be digested. He closed his eyes to relax him out but all he could see were numbers. He had a feeling those were his book pages so proceeded to read them. And true enough, the exact topics came out in the exam. Despite the spirit being helpful, my friend still found help from a Chinese medium to rid the boy. Only then my friend remembered that he actually stepped onto some soil build up back at the cemetery without excusing himself. He actually almost tripped over it. He had to go back and put offerings to the now apparently, unattended tomb. Finally, my friend and his friendly ghost parted and they lived happily ever after. FIN
.....Bukit Sebanging! Ep 2 BY -D-
Located somewhere along Jln Muara, mention this area to any old timer, and you'll likely to get these 2 replies: "oh, yang tampat bukit lintang pukang selapas *********** atu?" and/or "tampat yang banyak berhantu atu?". (i'm being very vague here for privacy reasons)
our current home is located right at the base of the hill (maaaaayyyyy-be. again, privacy), at the dead end of a simpang. on one side, is the aforementioned hill, glorified with various tall trees and shrubs, on the other another smaller hill. remarkably, the one common thing this home shares with the previous one is that, to your left if your facing the main entrance, beyond the fence, also beyond the dead end i mentioned earlier, is a vast, grassy field (a supposedly haunted one i might add). only difference being that there are more trees here, and beyond the field is a small pond, beyond that, a swamp.
back in 2000, everyday after 5.30, right before Legend of the Condor Heroes aired on TV3 at 6, i tend to jog back and forth from the dead end of the simpang to the entrance as my means of exercise, since being in form 4, there were no longer P.E classes to keep me fit (not that it prevented me from being a fat slob). this resulted in me having thighs of steel in less than six months. now? just some mushy muscles. no, not because i got lazy. so what happened?
some time around June/July of that year, on a Sunday evening, i decided to take a day off from jogging. it was way past 6.30 when my niece, chauffeured by her aunt, came back from a trip. the aunt, the older sis to my sister in law and looking awfully pale at the time, asked if she could stay for awhile. with my sister in law keeping her company, and me, at the dining room, eating and eavesdropping, she asked the question that would ultimately stopped me from ever jogging again.... till March of '08 ; "Knapa ni eh? pucat jua mua mu atu". as it turns out, awhile back, just as she entered our simpang, she saw a figure cloaked in white, and a face obscured with long hair, fly out of the sliding door off the balcony of one of the neighbor's house, and into the thick forest on top of the hill. my niece, being less than 3 years old and knowing nothing, found this amusing. her aunt, on the other hand, experienced 5 seconds worth of pure fright, and panic afterward. the very next day, words through the grapevine has it that when the incident happened, the owner of the house was out. once he came back, he noticed the balcony's slide door was wide open. fearing he just got robbed, he rushed upstairs to his room. as he climbs the stairs, he could sense a faint pungent smell coming from his room. as he opened the door, the smell of rotten corpse was greatly overpowering, and his room in a big mess. hence, he slept over at another neighbors home for 4 days till he got the place "cleaned" up.
as for me, aside from never jogging again for a long time, that day when i heard this, i asked my dad in the rarest of cases, very rudely: "What kind of crazy-a*s luck do you have when choosing a home? or are you doing this all on purpose?"
our current home is located right at the base of the hill (maaaaayyyyy-be. again, privacy), at the dead end of a simpang. on one side, is the aforementioned hill, glorified with various tall trees and shrubs, on the other another smaller hill. remarkably, the one common thing this home shares with the previous one is that, to your left if your facing the main entrance, beyond the fence, also beyond the dead end i mentioned earlier, is a vast, grassy field (a supposedly haunted one i might add). only difference being that there are more trees here, and beyond the field is a small pond, beyond that, a swamp.
back in 2000, everyday after 5.30, right before Legend of the Condor Heroes aired on TV3 at 6, i tend to jog back and forth from the dead end of the simpang to the entrance as my means of exercise, since being in form 4, there were no longer P.E classes to keep me fit (not that it prevented me from being a fat slob). this resulted in me having thighs of steel in less than six months. now? just some mushy muscles. no, not because i got lazy. so what happened?
some time around June/July of that year, on a Sunday evening, i decided to take a day off from jogging. it was way past 6.30 when my niece, chauffeured by her aunt, came back from a trip. the aunt, the older sis to my sister in law and looking awfully pale at the time, asked if she could stay for awhile. with my sister in law keeping her company, and me, at the dining room, eating and eavesdropping, she asked the question that would ultimately stopped me from ever jogging again.... till March of '08 ; "Knapa ni eh? pucat jua mua mu atu". as it turns out, awhile back, just as she entered our simpang, she saw a figure cloaked in white, and a face obscured with long hair, fly out of the sliding door off the balcony of one of the neighbor's house, and into the thick forest on top of the hill. my niece, being less than 3 years old and knowing nothing, found this amusing. her aunt, on the other hand, experienced 5 seconds worth of pure fright, and panic afterward. the very next day, words through the grapevine has it that when the incident happened, the owner of the house was out. once he came back, he noticed the balcony's slide door was wide open. fearing he just got robbed, he rushed upstairs to his room. as he climbs the stairs, he could sense a faint pungent smell coming from his room. as he opened the door, the smell of rotten corpse was greatly overpowering, and his room in a big mess. hence, he slept over at another neighbors home for 4 days till he got the place "cleaned" up.
as for me, aside from never jogging again for a long time, that day when i heard this, i asked my dad in the rarest of cases, very rudely: "What kind of crazy-a*s luck do you have when choosing a home? or are you doing this all on purpose?"
Cry me a river~... of BLOOD! Ep 1 BY -D-
and now, the final story on our Sg. Akar home, and it's magnum opus. over at our place, when a dog howls at the dead of night, it's never a good sign for us. nowadays at our current place, this seldom happens, and when it does, the whole house basically just freezes in silent (made apparent one night when my sisters, old and young, made a ruckus late at night, and suddenly shut up when a howl came).
mid 98', 3.00 AM. at the exact time, my mother was awaken by the neighbour's dog sudden howling. for the five years we had stayed there, it was pretty normal for them to roam around and bark to the point of annoyyance. but never had they howled as loud and as long as they did that night and the nights to come. mom simply just ignored all this, and went back to sleep.
3.15 AM, she was still awaked, no thanks to the non-stop howling, until at that exact time, it just stopped. and just as soon as it stopped, she heard the faint sound of crying, one that seemed to had came from a girl. at the time, my brother and the missus had just popped one out of the oven months earlier, so the first thing that came to my mother's mind was that her grand-daughter crying. didn't take her long enough to realise, after bearing eight children, that not only was it not the cry a baby would make , it came from the opposite direction of my brother's room. it was the cry, as my mom described, "a 7+ year old girl would make, kinda like how your (little) sisters would cry everytime you do something to them". as for my sisters, they were sound asleep right next to my mother.
the crying continued as she headed downstairs, and my brother, coming out of his room, flash light ready. the source of the sound came from the direction of the back door, towards the large field next to our house. y'know, the one i keep mentioning in my stories lately? an open field consisting of medium length grass, and trees sporadically spread out (at the time)? anyways, the two went out of the back door, and from there, the crying was a lot more clearer. my brother flashed the light down towards the field (just beyond the fence is a steep downward slope to the field), hoping maybe it was one of the neighbour's daughters stranded outside, but the rows of trees in front of him blocked his view. he tried calling out to "her", to my mother's dismay. no replies, except the continued crying. he tried a couple more times; still nothing but the crying. he attempted to go out the back gate, down the slope, and into the field, but my mother stopped him, upon her better judgement. then, an eerie, shaky voice startled them from behind....
"Iiiiibuuu...uu...."
it was the maids, who were awaken by the crying, pale and terrified. their room was nearby, an extension to the house made accessible only by going outside of the main house first. my mom then told everyone to ignore the cries and to just go back to sleep (the maids, of course, asked if they could sleep in the living room). if anyone was out there,it would be best to ask the neighbours the following day.
the following day: after inquiring about the incident with the neighbours, they found no one could have been there at the time. from that day onwards, for the next year or so, the incident repeated itself, at the same time, at the same place, 2-3 times a week. at 3 AM, the dogs would howl non-stop for 15 minutes, and as soon as they did, at 3.15AM, the cries of a little girl coming from an empty field could be heard. this occurred mostly on a Wednesday morning. over the year, many others would hear the crying girl: my father, my other sisters, my grandma, a cousin and an uncle, the new maid, and family friends who slept over. of those in the house, only me and my 1st and 2nd eldest sister were left out (my sisters' room being far from the source, and me sleeping early and like a log, avoiding ever getting to hear it).
as the whole year went on, it became less frequent. from 2-3 times a week, it became once every 1.5 weeks or so. then, it stopped. 6 months later, on January 2000, a week before Kristal-Astro premiered, we moved out of the house to ......... (wait for it)
mid 98', 3.00 AM. at the exact time, my mother was awaken by the neighbour's dog sudden howling. for the five years we had stayed there, it was pretty normal for them to roam around and bark to the point of annoyyance. but never had they howled as loud and as long as they did that night and the nights to come. mom simply just ignored all this, and went back to sleep.
3.15 AM, she was still awaked, no thanks to the non-stop howling, until at that exact time, it just stopped. and just as soon as it stopped, she heard the faint sound of crying, one that seemed to had came from a girl. at the time, my brother and the missus had just popped one out of the oven months earlier, so the first thing that came to my mother's mind was that her grand-daughter crying. didn't take her long enough to realise, after bearing eight children, that not only was it not the cry a baby would make , it came from the opposite direction of my brother's room. it was the cry, as my mom described, "a 7+ year old girl would make, kinda like how your (little) sisters would cry everytime you do something to them". as for my sisters, they were sound asleep right next to my mother.
the crying continued as she headed downstairs, and my brother, coming out of his room, flash light ready. the source of the sound came from the direction of the back door, towards the large field next to our house. y'know, the one i keep mentioning in my stories lately? an open field consisting of medium length grass, and trees sporadically spread out (at the time)? anyways, the two went out of the back door, and from there, the crying was a lot more clearer. my brother flashed the light down towards the field (just beyond the fence is a steep downward slope to the field), hoping maybe it was one of the neighbour's daughters stranded outside, but the rows of trees in front of him blocked his view. he tried calling out to "her", to my mother's dismay. no replies, except the continued crying. he tried a couple more times; still nothing but the crying. he attempted to go out the back gate, down the slope, and into the field, but my mother stopped him, upon her better judgement. then, an eerie, shaky voice startled them from behind....
"Iiiiibuuu...uu...."
it was the maids, who were awaken by the crying, pale and terrified. their room was nearby, an extension to the house made accessible only by going outside of the main house first. my mom then told everyone to ignore the cries and to just go back to sleep (the maids, of course, asked if they could sleep in the living room). if anyone was out there,it would be best to ask the neighbours the following day.
the following day: after inquiring about the incident with the neighbours, they found no one could have been there at the time. from that day onwards, for the next year or so, the incident repeated itself, at the same time, at the same place, 2-3 times a week. at 3 AM, the dogs would howl non-stop for 15 minutes, and as soon as they did, at 3.15AM, the cries of a little girl coming from an empty field could be heard. this occurred mostly on a Wednesday morning. over the year, many others would hear the crying girl: my father, my other sisters, my grandma, a cousin and an uncle, the new maid, and family friends who slept over. of those in the house, only me and my 1st and 2nd eldest sister were left out (my sisters' room being far from the source, and me sleeping early and like a log, avoiding ever getting to hear it).
as the whole year went on, it became less frequent. from 2-3 times a week, it became once every 1.5 weeks or so. then, it stopped. 6 months later, on January 2000, a week before Kristal-Astro premiered, we moved out of the house to ......... (wait for it)
Sunday 16 August 2009
A House with Red Roof BY Michiyo
This one was told by a family's friend.
There was a rich Chinese woman who lived in Bunut area back in 1960's. Everywhere she went, she always wear gold jewellery. I was told that people always borrow money from her. A very large amount of money I assume as she later was killed by eleven foreign men in order to close the deal without paying. That was the first murder case in Brunei. The murderers then disposed her body in belukar area. No one knows about her death although children who always walked by the belukar to go to ugama school did smell something rotten. Eventually a couple of men found the dead body when checking out the belukar area thinking they're gonna find the corpse of their missing cow.
It was such a horrible death. The lady was raped by those eleven men. Her private part was stuffed with rocks and bottle. I was told that people can hear a woman crying at night where the Chinese woman's body was found which now stood a house with red roof. The house used to have occupants, but eventually they leave after hearing the cry. Until now, the house still remains vacant.
Note from author: I never really encounter any paranormal experience or whatsoever. Am I a believer? Maybe. But hearing other people's experience of their paranormal encounter is more like an entertainment to me. Oh, I love ghost stories! By the way, check out http://extremeghosthunters.com/ . They have good stuffs there. Especially Ghost Hunters TAPS and Ghost Hunters International.
Michiyo
There was a rich Chinese woman who lived in Bunut area back in 1960's. Everywhere she went, she always wear gold jewellery. I was told that people always borrow money from her. A very large amount of money I assume as she later was killed by eleven foreign men in order to close the deal without paying. That was the first murder case in Brunei. The murderers then disposed her body in belukar area. No one knows about her death although children who always walked by the belukar to go to ugama school did smell something rotten. Eventually a couple of men found the dead body when checking out the belukar area thinking they're gonna find the corpse of their missing cow.
It was such a horrible death. The lady was raped by those eleven men. Her private part was stuffed with rocks and bottle. I was told that people can hear a woman crying at night where the Chinese woman's body was found which now stood a house with red roof. The house used to have occupants, but eventually they leave after hearing the cry. Until now, the house still remains vacant.
Note from author: I never really encounter any paranormal experience or whatsoever. Am I a believer? Maybe. But hearing other people's experience of their paranormal encounter is more like an entertainment to me. Oh, I love ghost stories! By the way, check out http://extremeghosthunters.com/ . They have good stuffs there. Especially Ghost Hunters TAPS and Ghost Hunters International.
Michiyo
Thursday 13 August 2009
Brunei Hall Ghost Stories Ep Finale BY Rozie
The last one I could remember was a story about this guy who came to
study, just before he left home, a spirit decided to attach to him and
follow where ever he goes. When he landed in London and stayed in BH
the spirit went with him. The guy was always unwell and sick and
people reported of seeing a woman walk in his room or thought seeing
him with a woman next to him, and when asked who the woman was he
didn't know who they were refering to. There was someone in the hall
who got the third eye and told him about the woman that was always
with him. They say the guy went back to berubat and never came back.
I have very mild experiences it seems.... will write more spook
stories of the time when I was living in Singapore.
study, just before he left home, a spirit decided to attach to him and
follow where ever he goes. When he landed in London and stayed in BH
the spirit went with him. The guy was always unwell and sick and
people reported of seeing a woman walk in his room or thought seeing
him with a woman next to him, and when asked who the woman was he
didn't know who they were refering to. There was someone in the hall
who got the third eye and told him about the woman that was always
with him. They say the guy went back to berubat and never came back.
I have very mild experiences it seems.... will write more spook
stories of the time when I was living in Singapore.
Brunei Hall Ghost Stories Ep5 BY Rozie
Also heard about possession stories, group of girls in a room were
hanging out when on of them started acting funny. When they realized
she was possessed they ran out to get the warden. He came back with
several others and it took a while to subdue the girl as she was
fighting them when they tried to hold her down but they couldn't get
it out of her. Apparently this girl selalu kena such things because
one day her father was sitting in the lobby when he found out that it
happened to his daughter and flew straight over. Apparently as I
stepped out of the lift the father recognized me as he was a neighbor
one time.
hanging out when on of them started acting funny. When they realized
she was possessed they ran out to get the warden. He came back with
several others and it took a while to subdue the girl as she was
fighting them when they tried to hold her down but they couldn't get
it out of her. Apparently this girl selalu kena such things because
one day her father was sitting in the lobby when he found out that it
happened to his daughter and flew straight over. Apparently as I
stepped out of the lift the father recognized me as he was a neighbor
one time.
Brunei Hall Ghost Stories Ep4 BY Rozie
A cousin of mine was staying in the transit room, at that time it was
on the topmost floor and all you could see were the rooftops of other
building, one night he came back to his room and the curtains were
still opened, and as he passed by the window he saw a figure cross
legged floating outside looking in. There were other versions of
figures floating outside windows, pontibabies and such like. And there
were stories of toyol like creatures roaming around the corridors when
a spat of stuff gone missing from various rooms and suspected that one
of the hall residence must have brought one over.
on the topmost floor and all you could see were the rooftops of other
building, one night he came back to his room and the curtains were
still opened, and as he passed by the window he saw a figure cross
legged floating outside looking in. There were other versions of
figures floating outside windows, pontibabies and such like. And there
were stories of toyol like creatures roaming around the corridors when
a spat of stuff gone missing from various rooms and suspected that one
of the hall residence must have brought one over.
Brunei Hall Ghost Stories Ep3 BY Rozie
It was subuh and this guy went to the surau which was in the basement,
before prayer started he felt he needed to go and headed to the
toilets nearby, it was said that when he sat on the toilet in the
middle of doing his business in front of him was a wall of hair coming
down , he looked up and saw a woman in white looking down at him
smiling. He ran out screaming and people found him sprawled in front
of the toilet entrance with his pants still around his legs.
before prayer started he felt he needed to go and headed to the
toilets nearby, it was said that when he sat on the toilet in the
middle of doing his business in front of him was a wall of hair coming
down , he looked up and saw a woman in white looking down at him
smiling. He ran out screaming and people found him sprawled in front
of the toilet entrance with his pants still around his legs.
Brunei Hall Ghost Stories Ep2 BY Rozie
My room at that time was on the second floor at the end of the hall.
So you can imagine... my own experience was a bit strange because I
wasn't sure if it was a dream or not. My roommate was out and I slept
on the lower bunk, it's a small room where it only takes three steps
to walk from the door to the bunk beds. I slept with my head pointing
towards the window and was facing the main door. I wasn't sure if my
roommate was coming back that night so I didn't chain the door like
I'd normally would and went to bed. I'm a light sleeper and thought I
heard the door opening and opened my eyes a crack and saw the light
from the hallway out lighting the door as if it was left ajar. Figured
roommate must have just come back and closed my eyes to go back to
sleep. After a while I opened my eyes again and this time saw the door
closed and a figure standing against the wall adjacent to the door
opposite the door to the bathroom. It was dressed in white and looked
like it was facing away from me because all I could see was hair in
the dim light that was coming in through the window from the street
lights outside. I thought must be one of the girls in the hall playing
tricks so I closed my eyes again, pretending to be sleeping so I can
catch them in the act.
When I opened my eyes to see I saw the figure standing in the middle
of the room now. hair covering the face and was just below shoulder
length. Quickly closed my eyes again so whoever it was still thought I
was aslepp. Opened my eyes and this time the figure was right next to
me, and I still couldn't see her face. And it finally clicked, maybe
this isn't a real person after all and was starting to feel slightly
freaked out plus the stories I heard before came rushing in and that
didn't help. Kept my eyes closed and I could feel the brush of her
hair on my face and I peaked to see and the figure was bending over me
and shut my eyes real tight.
I then felt a pressure on my temple and in my mind I was thinking,
what the hell, it's kissing me! And then the pressure got stronger
like as if it was sucking. Thinking it could be someone playing a
prank maybe I could scare the crap out of them by all of the sudden
screaming and jumping out of bed. Only to find out I couldn't move a
muscle. I tried to baca baca and even the words wouldn't form in my
mind let alone speak. Panic setting, in I faught the sensation and I
managed to make a sound and the figure jerked and stood straight up.
In a blink of an eye it was gone. I wasn't sure if I was dreaming, or
it happened. Needless to say, I didn't sleep in my room for the next
three nights and everybody kept asking for the story. Right after that
I kept looking for such supernatural happenings to justify what I
experienced.
So you can imagine... my own experience was a bit strange because I
wasn't sure if it was a dream or not. My roommate was out and I slept
on the lower bunk, it's a small room where it only takes three steps
to walk from the door to the bunk beds. I slept with my head pointing
towards the window and was facing the main door. I wasn't sure if my
roommate was coming back that night so I didn't chain the door like
I'd normally would and went to bed. I'm a light sleeper and thought I
heard the door opening and opened my eyes a crack and saw the light
from the hallway out lighting the door as if it was left ajar. Figured
roommate must have just come back and closed my eyes to go back to
sleep. After a while I opened my eyes again and this time saw the door
closed and a figure standing against the wall adjacent to the door
opposite the door to the bathroom. It was dressed in white and looked
like it was facing away from me because all I could see was hair in
the dim light that was coming in through the window from the street
lights outside. I thought must be one of the girls in the hall playing
tricks so I closed my eyes again, pretending to be sleeping so I can
catch them in the act.
When I opened my eyes to see I saw the figure standing in the middle
of the room now. hair covering the face and was just below shoulder
length. Quickly closed my eyes again so whoever it was still thought I
was aslepp. Opened my eyes and this time the figure was right next to
me, and I still couldn't see her face. And it finally clicked, maybe
this isn't a real person after all and was starting to feel slightly
freaked out plus the stories I heard before came rushing in and that
didn't help. Kept my eyes closed and I could feel the brush of her
hair on my face and I peaked to see and the figure was bending over me
and shut my eyes real tight.
I then felt a pressure on my temple and in my mind I was thinking,
what the hell, it's kissing me! And then the pressure got stronger
like as if it was sucking. Thinking it could be someone playing a
prank maybe I could scare the crap out of them by all of the sudden
screaming and jumping out of bed. Only to find out I couldn't move a
muscle. I tried to baca baca and even the words wouldn't form in my
mind let alone speak. Panic setting, in I faught the sensation and I
managed to make a sound and the figure jerked and stood straight up.
In a blink of an eye it was gone. I wasn't sure if I was dreaming, or
it happened. Needless to say, I didn't sleep in my room for the next
three nights and everybody kept asking for the story. Right after that
I kept looking for such supernatural happenings to justify what I
experienced.
Brunei Hall Ghost Stories Ep1 BY Rozie
These stories are about ten years old now, just bits and pieces of
what I've heard and my own stories while unfortunately living there, I
can't remember if any of the facts are true anymore but makes a fun
story to read, why else would you guys be visiting this blog right?
One of the stories I heard while first moved to BH in London was that
the building used to be a psychiatric wing of a hospital, because of
it's former life that's how the Brunei government managed to buy the
building for cheap and converted it to a hall for students. That's a
bit of background for you. So they say, in one of the rooms on the
second floor, room at the end, which end I don't know, was occupied by
a girl, she was about to either go in or out of her room when the
bathroom door ajacent to the door of the room swung open and the girl
got dragged in, nobody knew by what and the girl had never said, only
thing was they say her personality changed and she was spooked out
majorly.
what I've heard and my own stories while unfortunately living there, I
can't remember if any of the facts are true anymore but makes a fun
story to read, why else would you guys be visiting this blog right?
One of the stories I heard while first moved to BH in London was that
the building used to be a psychiatric wing of a hospital, because of
it's former life that's how the Brunei government managed to buy the
building for cheap and converted it to a hall for students. That's a
bit of background for you. So they say, in one of the rooms on the
second floor, room at the end, which end I don't know, was occupied by
a girl, she was about to either go in or out of her room when the
bathroom door ajacent to the door of the room swung open and the girl
got dragged in, nobody knew by what and the girl had never said, only
thing was they say her personality changed and she was spooked out
majorly.
Tuesday 4 August 2009
.....Bukit Sebanging! BY -D-
Located somewhere along Jln Muara, mention this area to any old timer, and you'll likely to get these 2 replies: "oh, yang tampat bukit lintang pukang selapas ********** atu?" and/or "tampat yang banyak berhantu atu?". (i'm being very vague here for privacy reasons)
our current home is located right at the base of the hill (maaaaayyyyy-be. again, privacy), at the dead end of a simpang. on one side, is the aformentioned hill, glorified with various tall trees and shrubs, on the other another smaller hill. remarkably, the one common thing this home shares with the previous one is that, to your left if your facing the main entrance, beyond the fence, also beyond the dead end i mentioned earlier, is a vast, grassy field (a supposedly haunted one i might add). only difference being that there are more trees here, and beyond the field is a small pond, beyond that, a swamp.
back in 2000, everyday after 5.30, right before Legend of the Condor Heroes aired on TV3 at 6, i tend to jog back and forth from the dead end of the simpang to the entrance as my means of exercise, since being in form 4, there were no longer P.E classes to keep me fit (not that it prevented me from being a fat slob). this resulted in me having thighs of steel in less than six months. now? just some mushy muscles. no, not because i got lazy. so what happened?
some time around June/July of that year, on a sunday evening, i decided to take a day off from jogging. it was way past 6.30 when my niece, chauffeured by her aunt, came back from a trip. the aunt, the older sis to my sister in law and looking awfully pale at the time, asked if she could stay for awhile. with my sister in law keeping her company, and me, at the dining room, eating and eavesdropping, she asked the question that would ultimately stopped me from ever jogging again.... till March of '08 ; "Knapa ni eh? pucat jua mua mu atu". as it turns out, awhile back, just as she entered our simpang, she saw a figure cloaked in white, and a face obscured with long hair, fly out of the sliding door off the balcony of one of the neighbour's house, and into the thick forest on top of the hill. my niece, being less than 3 years old and knowing nothing, found this amusing. her aunt, on the other hand, experienced 5 seconds worth of pure fright, and panic afterwards. the very next day, words through the grapevine has it that when the incident happened, the owner of the house was out. once he came back, he noticed the balcony's slide door was wide open. fearing he just got robbed, he rushed upstairs to his room. as he climbs the stairs, he could sense a faint pungent smell coming from his room. as he opened the door, the smell of rotten corpse was greatly overpowering, and his room in a big mess. hence, he slept over at another neighbours home for 4 days till he got the place "cleaned" up.
as for me, aside from never jogging again for a long time, that day when i heard this, i asked my dad in the rarest of cases, very rudely: "What kind of crazy-a*s luck do you have when choosing a home? or are you doing this all on purpose?"
our current home is located right at the base of the hill (maaaaayyyyy-be. again, privacy), at the dead end of a simpang. on one side, is the aformentioned hill, glorified with various tall trees and shrubs, on the other another smaller hill. remarkably, the one common thing this home shares with the previous one is that, to your left if your facing the main entrance, beyond the fence, also beyond the dead end i mentioned earlier, is a vast, grassy field (a supposedly haunted one i might add). only difference being that there are more trees here, and beyond the field is a small pond, beyond that, a swamp.
back in 2000, everyday after 5.30, right before Legend of the Condor Heroes aired on TV3 at 6, i tend to jog back and forth from the dead end of the simpang to the entrance as my means of exercise, since being in form 4, there were no longer P.E classes to keep me fit (not that it prevented me from being a fat slob). this resulted in me having thighs of steel in less than six months. now? just some mushy muscles. no, not because i got lazy. so what happened?
some time around June/July of that year, on a sunday evening, i decided to take a day off from jogging. it was way past 6.30 when my niece, chauffeured by her aunt, came back from a trip. the aunt, the older sis to my sister in law and looking awfully pale at the time, asked if she could stay for awhile. with my sister in law keeping her company, and me, at the dining room, eating and eavesdropping, she asked the question that would ultimately stopped me from ever jogging again.... till March of '08 ; "Knapa ni eh? pucat jua mua mu atu". as it turns out, awhile back, just as she entered our simpang, she saw a figure cloaked in white, and a face obscured with long hair, fly out of the sliding door off the balcony of one of the neighbour's house, and into the thick forest on top of the hill. my niece, being less than 3 years old and knowing nothing, found this amusing. her aunt, on the other hand, experienced 5 seconds worth of pure fright, and panic afterwards. the very next day, words through the grapevine has it that when the incident happened, the owner of the house was out. once he came back, he noticed the balcony's slide door was wide open. fearing he just got robbed, he rushed upstairs to his room. as he climbs the stairs, he could sense a faint pungent smell coming from his room. as he opened the door, the smell of rotten corpse was greatly overpowering, and his room in a big mess. hence, he slept over at another neighbours home for 4 days till he got the place "cleaned" up.
as for me, aside from never jogging again for a long time, that day when i heard this, i asked my dad in the rarest of cases, very rudely: "What kind of crazy-a*s luck do you have when choosing a home? or are you doing this all on purpose?"
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