terkezuts BY cicakboy

cerita in datangnya dari hidup seorang nelayan. cakap susah, berumah, cakap senang, kereta tiada. si nelayan tangkap ikan secara kecil-kecilan selalunya bekerja malam2. cakapnya masa tu ikan keluar berpesta. lagipun subuh2 nelayan lain datang. competition cakapnya.

satu malam ni, si nelayan pergi menagkap ikan. walau tak sedap hati kalau tak kerja, duit tak ada. hajat nak berkawan dengan si janda rumah sebelah, mesti ada standard sikitkan. si nelayan pun belepaslah ke laut atas perahunya yang kecil.ketika sibuk memukat si nelayan tidak sedar bahawa dia dibawa perlahan2 oleh laut dan dalam sibuknya juga, tidak ia sedar ada entiti lain sedang terbang2 giat menagkap ikan hanya guna tangan sahaja.seekor hantu. apa nak buat, malang tak berbau, kedua2 pamancing yg membalakangi pemancing yg lain pun terlangar. si nelayan terbaring di satu sudut dan si hantu tu terjatuh kedalam perahu nelayan itu di hujung yg lagi satu.

nelayan: aduhai... terlanggar batang pokok ke?

si nelayan pun duduk menegak dimana dia melihat hantu membalakanginya.

nelayab: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! HHHHHHHHAAAAAAAANNNNNNNTTTTTUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!

hantu tadi pun tanpa berpusing terus terbang hilang entah kemana manakala si nelayan terus mendayung bak seorang pelumba kayak menghampiri garisan penamat pergi balik ke rumahnya dan terus masuk tidur.

keesokan harinya, si nelayan memikirkan apa berlaku. fikir punya fikir si nelayan memutuskan untuk kembali bekerja malam tu jua. kerja mesti dibuat. duit mesti dicari. kali ini dia akan lebih peka jikalau hantu itu datang kembali. malam itu dengan ragu dihati si nelayan pergi bekerja. tapi malam itu, hantu tak muncul dan begitulah malam2 berikutnya.

seminggu sudah berlalu dan si nelayan lupa sudah insiden dengan hantu. padanya ia hanyalah kerana mindanya yang letih. ketika si nelayan asyiknya menarik habuannya malam itu; si hantu tiba2 muncul dibelakang si nelayan dan menepuk bahunya. si nelayan pun menoleh. sebelum si nelayan sempat menjerit, si hantu menutup mulut si nelayan dengan tangannya yg busuk seperti bau ikan lalu berkata....

"yo bro, apasal jerit minggu lalu? terkezut aku sampai damam seminggu"

hehehehe. dari dulu sampai sekarang cerita2 yg di sampaikan semuanya bertemakan seram. sampai ada yg tidur malam buka lampu. not all hantu seram so this time i added a little comedy.

moral of the story: takut2 kita pada hantu, takut lagi hantu kat kita. jangan lupa tu.

have a nice day. XD

Playtime with Toyol BY Cicakboy

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

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

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

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

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

the village tree BY Cicakboy

i was cleaning my room, looking through some of my old stuff and i came across a paper. it's my very first ghost story, written when i was 12 i think. so nostalgic. i'm a bit embarassed but here it is. i edited some so it wont be as childish.

there was a tree beside a road that had survived for many generations. decades passed and yet it still stand tall and mighty. the tree had gathered some supernatural reputation throughout those years and my experience will add to it. it was said that during a war, a woman was betrayed by her fellow friends, she was raped and then brutally murdered under that tree. before she died, with her last breath she swore that she will forever haunt that tree as a reminder that no human should be trusted. that was what i heard but i never did believed the story, not till that night.

it was around 9pm, i had tuition class at a friend's house. every thursdays i had to go there so im accustomed to the night but little do i know, that night was different. it seem like it was going to rain so i decided to take a shortcut; an old narrow road where the tree was situated. when the tree came into view, i felt chills down my spine, my hands feel numb and my steps feels heavier. the aura that tree give just feels wrong. i tried to distract myself by remembering what i learned during tuition but the more i tried the more i cant shake the feeling that someone was watching me. i've tried not to look up at the tree the whole time but when im directly infront of the tree, the urge was overwhelming that i slowly and stupidly looked up, knowing exactly where to look. there she was, sitting on a branch gazing right back at me.

i was petrified at first then i scrambled to run for dear life. i think the fear mess with my brain a little because after a few steps, i stopped, picked up a stone and threw it at that thing. suprisingly it hit her and she fell. guess what? turns out it was another villager trying to prank anyone who walked there. i was laughing and he was laughing as it was kinda silly for him to be all the way up there just to pull off a prank. i decided to invite him over to my house to tend to his wounds. as we were leaving, i asked him if he was alone in doing that prank and he nodded. i decided to looked at the tree one last time before i leave. my fear came back but not like before, now it's pure terror. if the one pranking was alone and he is next to me; who's up there?

the end

lol, yea, clearly fictional and i used to liked hanging endings. be nice; its an old story from a young me.

Starts from the toilet BY Abee

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

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

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

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

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

And so, today, the haunted banana tree had been cut down by the school's maintainer and there had been more ghostly feeling since.

Iatah mulut atu jangan cabul mun kan becali =DD