The thing with bear hill, apart from bnyak babi hutan roaming the area... is that it's very quite. And in our area quite a few houses are still vacant. Especially the ones on the hill right above us. The place was always empty. Once a while the owners will drop by, but they never stayed over just clean up the place and trimming of their grasses.
The other neighbour once witnessed... This neighbour lived just across the empty house. These neighbours always sits outside at night and just chill at their balcony. Then one night they saw inside that house the lady in white roaming freely around the house. At that time they only saw long hair and white clothing. And it's not just once that they saw it. It looks like the place has been claimed by the thing as her place of stay.
Years ago before our house bertambah, my sister was outside downstairs when out of nowhere something white flew above her and went straight to the neighbour's house.
Right now, the house is still vacant. The owner now very very rarely came by their house. It's as if they don't want to visit the house anymore and live there... even during school holidays.
Thursday, 13 May 2010
Random Weird Stories BY Aswana
As some of you might know, I stayed in Bear Hill. Perumahan Area. Before we moved in, my mulah nene tangah did some "meliat" on our house. I remember he told us that our house situated in a good position. If cina galar good feng shui lah. Ia ckp jua tempat rumah kmi ani is in between of two rivers... I'm not sure what this means maybe not between I think it's more like between crossings of 2 rivers? But in actuality there's no river plg sini ani... Just tanah biasa... To our naked eye lah. In a diferent world or alam lain (ghaib) it's a different kampung. Just like what my friend 'A' in my serambangun story mentioned. Wherever we go what we see is not what we 'see' at times. That's why we're forbidden to be cabul or sukahati buang barang or buang 'aing'. Sometimes we never know what we might hit or accidentally ter'kacau'.
Anyways enuf about that info. My story is about my house and few encounters by my dad, my tua labuan and sis. And after that a short story about our neighbour's house who rarely stays there at all. Even cuti skulah pun jarang2.
Part 1. Random weird Story
Rumah kami ani ampit sdh beguris. Beguris cara salah ampit jua sal ada org kawan my dad ani yg setau jadi bomoh. Adakah patut ceramin pacah di tanam ke empat penjuru. And ampit jua beguris secara islam (by mulah nene tangah which is the first before we moved in). Because of bnyk ilmu bercampur, jadinya nda berkat lah rumah. And before rumah bertambah, my parents decided to panggil org pandai (a young boy) to cleanse the house.
When he came over, what he did was to baca ayat quran first before doing the ceremony thing. I dont know what happen tho but all of us were not allowed to enter the living room. You see our place used to have a lot of bad beings dropping by to say hello. If any of you read my stories I was always not in bear hill. Mostly I stayed at my nene's place or my aunts, or hostel... It was only on special occassions like Hari raya or cuti skool panjang that I sleepover at bear hill. Now i remain permanently rooted here in Bear Hill. Well i think hopefully... This boy had to do a ceremonial in order to ward of evil from the house by mixing salt and black pepper together and scatter these on all four corners (4 penjuru rumah) at exactly 12 midnight. While scattering it the boy said we need to say a few surahs which he recited to my dad and my usu boy.
I dont want to tell you in detail of that night simply because tonight while writing this story I dont feel good mentioning it. All I can say is this, the boy said the thing was sent for my mom. Apparently someone wants my mom to suffer. And he said the thing got sharp horns on their heads. I think those things are still around lurking waiting for an opportunity to come back in the house area. I haven't been back to this house for quite a long time only recently late last year that I was back staying here. And I was kinda surprised caused everyday ayat quran was playing on the radio here by my mom. I think it's good that it was played.
Anyways, scrap that story. In actuality I wasn't gonna tell you about it, just happens to get slightly carried away. Ok back to the house story, this happens to my tua labuan. Back when the days where the house still looks "perumahan' like (meaning alum betambah), we used to get frequent visits from our Sabah and Labuan relatives. One of them was my Tua labuan.
Tua labuan sleeps in the living room area at that time. So the next day she told my mom a story. An encounter of spiritual being with big body she said. When they were sleeping they were visited by different beings. When she told this story she said they were more like encircled by them. Tua labuan said the people were largely build. They didn't disturb my Tua labuan and her husband sleeping. they just sits there and circling them as if watching them. I don't quite remember what really happened tho. All I remember was when she told my mom the story she was a lil bit freaked out.
Then there's this story about my dad. My dad always brings back home stuffs he found. There's tis one stuff he found while fishing with his friends. It was a stick. He found a stick stood by itself on the sea of waves. He thought the stick was long. Something made him to pick it up so he picked it up and to his surprised the stick was really short and it was actually standing on the surface of the sea. When my dad went to take the stick, the sea was almost on his waist line. My dad s 5'11. The stick is only 10cm long. He took it home. And ask my late nene tangah to look at it. And my late nene tangah said the stick actually have healing properties and it's a good one. It can help cure anything to do with black sickness. It belonged to a raja hitam or something the name. There's one time he found a lil bronze shoe the size of a baby's feet. He found it somewhere and apparently threw it away coz he thought it was nothing special. Then one day me and my lil bro was in the living room just goofing around when we both noticed the small child like shoe. We both touch it and found it cute. The shoe was nicely placed along with my mom's miniature collections of old iron, houses, telephones,etc. So we didn;t find it weird coz we thought that was part of the deco. When my dad saw the shoe, he was shocked and asked who put it there. We all said we don't know and the thing was already there when we saw it. Apparently it was gift for my dad by our invisible neighbour, a muslim jinn who happens to own his own mosque in our area. Late nene tangah told us that he dislike us burning near his area as it affects his mosque. And he doesn't like loud noises and ask us the family to comply with the rules. Once a while was okay but not all the time. See my mom likes to karaoke in the afternoon. So the 'imam' dislike it coz it was too noisy.
Anyways enuf about that info. My story is about my house and few encounters by my dad, my tua labuan and sis. And after that a short story about our neighbour's house who rarely stays there at all. Even cuti skulah pun jarang2.
Part 1. Random weird Story
Rumah kami ani ampit sdh beguris. Beguris cara salah ampit jua sal ada org kawan my dad ani yg setau jadi bomoh. Adakah patut ceramin pacah di tanam ke empat penjuru. And ampit jua beguris secara islam (by mulah nene tangah which is the first before we moved in). Because of bnyk ilmu bercampur, jadinya nda berkat lah rumah. And before rumah bertambah, my parents decided to panggil org pandai (a young boy) to cleanse the house.
When he came over, what he did was to baca ayat quran first before doing the ceremony thing. I dont know what happen tho but all of us were not allowed to enter the living room. You see our place used to have a lot of bad beings dropping by to say hello. If any of you read my stories I was always not in bear hill. Mostly I stayed at my nene's place or my aunts, or hostel... It was only on special occassions like Hari raya or cuti skool panjang that I sleepover at bear hill. Now i remain permanently rooted here in Bear Hill. Well i think hopefully... This boy had to do a ceremonial in order to ward of evil from the house by mixing salt and black pepper together and scatter these on all four corners (4 penjuru rumah) at exactly 12 midnight. While scattering it the boy said we need to say a few surahs which he recited to my dad and my usu boy.
I dont want to tell you in detail of that night simply because tonight while writing this story I dont feel good mentioning it. All I can say is this, the boy said the thing was sent for my mom. Apparently someone wants my mom to suffer. And he said the thing got sharp horns on their heads. I think those things are still around lurking waiting for an opportunity to come back in the house area. I haven't been back to this house for quite a long time only recently late last year that I was back staying here. And I was kinda surprised caused everyday ayat quran was playing on the radio here by my mom. I think it's good that it was played.
Anyways, scrap that story. In actuality I wasn't gonna tell you about it, just happens to get slightly carried away. Ok back to the house story, this happens to my tua labuan. Back when the days where the house still looks "perumahan' like (meaning alum betambah), we used to get frequent visits from our Sabah and Labuan relatives. One of them was my Tua labuan.
Tua labuan sleeps in the living room area at that time. So the next day she told my mom a story. An encounter of spiritual being with big body she said. When they were sleeping they were visited by different beings. When she told this story she said they were more like encircled by them. Tua labuan said the people were largely build. They didn't disturb my Tua labuan and her husband sleeping. they just sits there and circling them as if watching them. I don't quite remember what really happened tho. All I remember was when she told my mom the story she was a lil bit freaked out.
Then there's this story about my dad. My dad always brings back home stuffs he found. There's tis one stuff he found while fishing with his friends. It was a stick. He found a stick stood by itself on the sea of waves. He thought the stick was long. Something made him to pick it up so he picked it up and to his surprised the stick was really short and it was actually standing on the surface of the sea. When my dad went to take the stick, the sea was almost on his waist line. My dad s 5'11. The stick is only 10cm long. He took it home. And ask my late nene tangah to look at it. And my late nene tangah said the stick actually have healing properties and it's a good one. It can help cure anything to do with black sickness. It belonged to a raja hitam or something the name. There's one time he found a lil bronze shoe the size of a baby's feet. He found it somewhere and apparently threw it away coz he thought it was nothing special. Then one day me and my lil bro was in the living room just goofing around when we both noticed the small child like shoe. We both touch it and found it cute. The shoe was nicely placed along with my mom's miniature collections of old iron, houses, telephones,etc. So we didn;t find it weird coz we thought that was part of the deco. When my dad saw the shoe, he was shocked and asked who put it there. We all said we don't know and the thing was already there when we saw it. Apparently it was gift for my dad by our invisible neighbour, a muslim jinn who happens to own his own mosque in our area. Late nene tangah told us that he dislike us burning near his area as it affects his mosque. And he doesn't like loud noises and ask us the family to comply with the rules. Once a while was okay but not all the time. See my mom likes to karaoke in the afternoon. So the 'imam' dislike it coz it was too noisy.
The Office BY Aswana
Actually I have a lot of stories to tell.. But due to limited time {Busy saja jua eh…} But I have to disappoint goosebump yet again this time as it's not the story of dragon. I'll tell it next week insya allah jua tu kalau ku ingat... Need to clarify something with an old friend first about it since she knew more in depth of the story - asal usulnya lah… hehehe Today I'll tell u a story of last year punya incident… I call this "The Office" =p
Lets name the place where I work as 'The Office'. A three storey building located at a used-to-be-government residential area. The building kira berumur la ah sudah… selalu saja tutup karan… Anyways, the office ani macam-macam la sudah ceritanya. One of the guys, our office neighbour had frequent encounters with the lady in white, of which he jokingly called as Celine Dion (lawa kali hantunya mun begalar CD). Al-maklumlah selalu saja ia balik menyubuh siapkan krajanya. I'm not gonna tell the story of him with his encounters as I have little knowledge of it. All I know is he frequently saw CD back in his early days in that office. However I will tell you the story of my first encounter of it since my almost 2 years working at The Office.
Usually I stayed pretty late at work, trying to finish up pending lah. Selalunya I was always alone. But that night I decided to went home a bit early around 7-ish… [Dont ask me what time I went home from office on normal days. Yg penting akhir la…] The reason - I'm carpooling with my friend who's also working next door. So ada dangan this time. Slalu sorang2…
Anyways, she peeked in the office and said "I'm heading to the toilet after that we go home la". I said, "Ok. Give me few minutes to save my work and packing up" and hurriedly making last minute editing and saving my work. After I've done my last minute "work", I packed up, switched off all that needed switching off and locked the office door. While locking the door, at the corner of my eye, I thought I saw my friend went in through an empty office room. It strikes me odd pulang cause behapa tah jua lagi ia kan masuk lam office kosong atu. Gelap lagi nda belampung. I didn't really see her, just part of her hair.
The empty office room was only one room away from my office. And at that time, not sure why the empty office door berbuka. Always it was locked. So I waited for her to come out of the room, I stood infront of my office door for her while eating my cookies coz I was hungry. I grew impatient and curious cause batah bah ia didalam. Nya lapas ke jamban tarus balik nya, ani behapa tah ia kn masuk lam office kosong atu lagi. I thought to myself since she just started working here in this building, maybe she wanted to explore. Tapi nda kn explore gelap2. Then it strike me maybe she didn't know where to switch on the lights? So I decided to aga her and help. Just as I was about to go to the empty room, suddenly I hear my friend's voice calling out to me asking where I am. And her voice didn't come from the dark empty room but somewhere else. So I answered back by asking "Erm… Where are you?" She replied "I'm waiting for you here outside at the stairs…" And she was right. There she is outside at the stairs with her phone on her ear maybe was trying to dial my number.
Quick Info:
1. My friend has long hair and she always let it loose.
2. On our floor there's only 3 active companies renting the offices, the rest are empty/rarely used.
3. To go to the toilet you need to go all the way to the end of the hall of that floor.
4. To leave our level you need to go out through a glass security door and by stairs (saja masukkan detail ani untuk memanjangkan info...)
So i quickly joined her outside on the stairs and asked her this " Are we the only ones on this floor masa ni?"
"Yes" She said, "Why?"
So I told her what I just saw. And she told me that she had the instinct of calling out to me coz she doesn't feel right. And she also told me that while passing the hallway on her way out from the toilet she passed the empty room and the aura doesn't seems right. So she quickly go out to the stairs and waited for me saja.
Imagine what would happen to me if I did enter the empty room. What would I see? Or worse what could've happen to me? [Jauh palis…..]
After that incident, I still went back home pretty late though. I didn't encounter any weird happenings after that. Or maybe ada kali just that I chose to ignore or is too engrossed with work.
Lets name the place where I work as 'The Office'. A three storey building located at a used-to-be-government residential area. The building kira berumur la ah sudah… selalu saja tutup karan… Anyways, the office ani macam-macam la sudah ceritanya. One of the guys, our office neighbour had frequent encounters with the lady in white, of which he jokingly called as Celine Dion (lawa kali hantunya mun begalar CD). Al-maklumlah selalu saja ia balik menyubuh siapkan krajanya. I'm not gonna tell the story of him with his encounters as I have little knowledge of it. All I know is he frequently saw CD back in his early days in that office. However I will tell you the story of my first encounter of it since my almost 2 years working at The Office.
Usually I stayed pretty late at work, trying to finish up pending lah. Selalunya I was always alone. But that night I decided to went home a bit early around 7-ish… [Dont ask me what time I went home from office on normal days. Yg penting akhir la…] The reason - I'm carpooling with my friend who's also working next door. So ada dangan this time. Slalu sorang2…
Anyways, she peeked in the office and said "I'm heading to the toilet after that we go home la". I said, "Ok. Give me few minutes to save my work and packing up" and hurriedly making last minute editing and saving my work. After I've done my last minute "work", I packed up, switched off all that needed switching off and locked the office door. While locking the door, at the corner of my eye, I thought I saw my friend went in through an empty office room. It strikes me odd pulang cause behapa tah jua lagi ia kan masuk lam office kosong atu. Gelap lagi nda belampung. I didn't really see her, just part of her hair.
The empty office room was only one room away from my office. And at that time, not sure why the empty office door berbuka. Always it was locked. So I waited for her to come out of the room, I stood infront of my office door for her while eating my cookies coz I was hungry. I grew impatient and curious cause batah bah ia didalam. Nya lapas ke jamban tarus balik nya, ani behapa tah ia kn masuk lam office kosong atu lagi. I thought to myself since she just started working here in this building, maybe she wanted to explore. Tapi nda kn explore gelap2. Then it strike me maybe she didn't know where to switch on the lights? So I decided to aga her and help. Just as I was about to go to the empty room, suddenly I hear my friend's voice calling out to me asking where I am. And her voice didn't come from the dark empty room but somewhere else. So I answered back by asking "Erm… Where are you?" She replied "I'm waiting for you here outside at the stairs…" And she was right. There she is outside at the stairs with her phone on her ear maybe was trying to dial my number.
Quick Info:
1. My friend has long hair and she always let it loose.
2. On our floor there's only 3 active companies renting the offices, the rest are empty/rarely used.
3. To go to the toilet you need to go all the way to the end of the hall of that floor.
4. To leave our level you need to go out through a glass security door and by stairs (saja masukkan detail ani untuk memanjangkan info...)
So i quickly joined her outside on the stairs and asked her this " Are we the only ones on this floor masa ni?"
"Yes" She said, "Why?"
So I told her what I just saw. And she told me that she had the instinct of calling out to me coz she doesn't feel right. And she also told me that while passing the hallway on her way out from the toilet she passed the empty room and the aura doesn't seems right. So she quickly go out to the stairs and waited for me saja.
Imagine what would happen to me if I did enter the empty room. What would I see? Or worse what could've happen to me? [Jauh palis…..]
After that incident, I still went back home pretty late though. I didn't encounter any weird happenings after that. Or maybe ada kali just that I chose to ignore or is too engrossed with work.
Tuesday, 16 March 2010
Pontianak II BY MzVista
Ok, next story, happened in Panaga flat also. This time, two of my brothers saw 'It'. I can't remember what year that was.(1992-1993) Lets continue, in that time, me, my sister and parent went to Miri ( i think on Friday kali). My late grandmother took care of my brothers. About 2-3pm, my grandmother slept with my two brothers in a room (I have 4 brothers). The other two playing in the living room. Then suddenly, they heard 'someone', a she, said. "mana anakku?....mana anakku?..." its sound like soft n scary spoken..so creepy. And then, they look outside the window near veranda and saw Pontianak flying around and around and looking for something ( maybe her child). When my brothers saw it, the Pontianak looked at them and they was so scared and ran into the room where my late grandmother was sleep. They told my late grandmother what they had saw and baca ayat kerusi. That was so scary.
Flat panaga seria is one of the scariest place in KB. It is really2 haunted. Many other neighbours also saw the Pontianak and heard creepy voice. Today, the Flat is empty and soon kena robohkan.
I'm sorry if my english is not good..haha..i hope u enjoy reading my true scary story. Hehe. Next time I will continue to write another true ghost story. =D
Flat panaga seria is one of the scariest place in KB. It is really2 haunted. Many other neighbours also saw the Pontianak and heard creepy voice. Today, the Flat is empty and soon kena robohkan.
I'm sorry if my english is not good..haha..i hope u enjoy reading my true scary story. Hehe. Next time I will continue to write another true ghost story. =D
Pontianak BY MzVista
Salam hi.This is my first time telling story here in this blog.I never write in a blog before..haha =D
Ok, I have a lot of ghost story to tell you guys. (not that lots..hahaha)
I saw a first ghost in 1993, I guessed, when i was in primary 2. I was lived in Panaga Flat near SR. Panaga Seria. In that area, there ia alot of Pokok Aru along the side of the road. I remembered that time was sahur time during Ramadhan month (In dawn time). After my family finished eat for sahur, all my siblings went to our room (dulu kmi tdo satu bilik saja semua..mklumlah damit2 lakat..haha). All together 6 siblings inside a room. We all slept on the floor that time.My mat was near my parent bed. (My parent pun tdo sebilik with us). In that room, there was two door, first one is where we enter in and out of the room and the second one is where there ia a small veranda with Petak2 Wall (u know how a Flat look like). My head membelakangi that second door.
This is the scary part. My parent still outside the room waiting for Subuh Prayer and all my siblings is slept after ate. Durng that time, I can't sleep well. Then suddenly, I heard someone, a girl's voice, screaming for help. "tolong, tolong!!" I was so shocked and kept on listening the screaming from louder voice until it become smaller and smaller. Then after that, I heard 'something' laughing very2 loud. "hihi..hihi..hihi" coming form the second door near veranda. I didn't know why I became so brave and looked back and guess what I saw? I saw Pontianak with long hair, white dress, pale and keep on laughing (scary).(Naik bulu roma tarus). I was really scared and shocked that time and I covered myself with my blanket. (masatu berpaluh berabis ni..ketakutan..haha..kajar2 kali ah hehe). Then I became braved (aku andng pembrani jua kdg2 haha..) and ran out from the room and went to my parent. I didn't tell them what i just saw. I told them that I can't sleep, padahal nampak hantu.haha
The next day, I told my siblings what had happen and they said, they didn't heard anything (mestilah because semua tidur mati dah..haha).
I just wondering why there ia a ghost during Ramadhan month. Maybe Roh-roh kali yang menakuti. Until this time, I still didn't know. Maybe Jin, roh, or...
Ok, I have a lot of ghost story to tell you guys. (not that lots..hahaha)
I saw a first ghost in 1993, I guessed, when i was in primary 2. I was lived in Panaga Flat near SR. Panaga Seria. In that area, there ia alot of Pokok Aru along the side of the road. I remembered that time was sahur time during Ramadhan month (In dawn time). After my family finished eat for sahur, all my siblings went to our room (dulu kmi tdo satu bilik saja semua..mklumlah damit2 lakat..haha). All together 6 siblings inside a room. We all slept on the floor that time.My mat was near my parent bed. (My parent pun tdo sebilik with us). In that room, there was two door, first one is where we enter in and out of the room and the second one is where there ia a small veranda with Petak2 Wall (u know how a Flat look like). My head membelakangi that second door.
This is the scary part. My parent still outside the room waiting for Subuh Prayer and all my siblings is slept after ate. Durng that time, I can't sleep well. Then suddenly, I heard someone, a girl's voice, screaming for help. "tolong, tolong!!" I was so shocked and kept on listening the screaming from louder voice until it become smaller and smaller. Then after that, I heard 'something' laughing very2 loud. "hihi..hihi..hihi" coming form the second door near veranda. I didn't know why I became so brave and looked back and guess what I saw? I saw Pontianak with long hair, white dress, pale and keep on laughing (scary).(Naik bulu roma tarus). I was really scared and shocked that time and I covered myself with my blanket. (masatu berpaluh berabis ni..ketakutan..haha..kajar2 kali ah hehe). Then I became braved (aku andng pembrani jua kdg2 haha..) and ran out from the room and went to my parent. I didn't tell them what i just saw. I told them that I can't sleep, padahal nampak hantu.haha
The next day, I told my siblings what had happen and they said, they didn't heard anything (mestilah because semua tidur mati dah..haha).
I just wondering why there ia a ghost during Ramadhan month. Maybe Roh-roh kali yang menakuti. Until this time, I still didn't know. Maybe Jin, roh, or...
Sunday, 3 January 2010
the hunter and the beast BY pop mie
mari aku bercerita sebuah kisah hantu lama yang berkaitan dengan abang kepada bapaku. kisah ani terjadi kian lama lah sudah ah, mungkin dalam era 50-an, masa atu abang kepada bapaku, hidup sebagai pemburu di hutan. orang dulu-dulu ani di benarkan membawa dan menyimpan senapang sebelum berlakunya pemberontakan 1962. jadinya, hidup sebagai pemburu ani keluar malam menuju ke dalam hutan untuk memburu payao (spisis pelanduk). steady yo orang dulu-dulu ani. ragat dan berani. maklumlah, alum lagi berapa ni brunei ani dulu. nada byk perkerjaan yang tersedia.
maka dalam seminggu dua kali atu keluar lah uncle ku ani bersama 2 orang yg lain, biasanya kawan-kawannya. bemalam lah dorg tu biasanya 2-3 malam lamanya. di tengah-tengah hutan tabal tu. kalau inda berilmu, jangantah harapkan menjejak kaki 5-10 meter ke dalam hutan, konpom sasat. so, abang kepada bapaku ani menuntut ilmu jua sikit lah. ilmu silat lah. entah seberapa banyak ilmunya tidak di ketahui, yang penting cukup lah untuk di bawa ke hutan atu.
biasanya bisdorang memburu di kawasan perhutanan yang masa ani perpindahan kampong katok, dulu hutan tu kawan2. banyak payao tu sana. dorang nada camping gear tu, nada temampu tu kan membali. hanya harapkan beteduh dan tidur di bawah pohon pun cukup. jadinya, satu malam, keluar memburu lah dorang ani bebatakan senapang patah. mula-mula dorang mesti memasang pukat (net) tu, untuk memerangkap payao atu, lalu berpecah lah ketiga tiga mereka untuk mencari seekor payao. sudah di jumpa payao atu, lalu di guide lah payao atu menuju kawasan berpukat atu, macam2 lah bising2 bisdorang buat tu. bunyi menghalau kucing ada, bunyi "yihaa!!" ada, macam2 lah, riuh lah hutan atu uleh bisdorang. yang penting payao atu akan terperangkap di kawan berpukat atu.
iatah, pada satu malam, ketika bisdorang berpecah atu. uncle ku ali-ali tu. seorang diri. senapang patah atu sedia sudah tu mana tau ada babi hutan. nya uncle ku, lebih ia takut babi hutan daripada hantu. namun kata-katanya atu cuma eksen saja. haha. masa ia sedang meninjau keberadaan seekor payao, dengan cuma berharapkan ketajaman deria mata dan pendengaran dalam kegelapan dan kebisingan hutan, kedengaran tia bunyi aneh. bunyi aneh ani bukan seperti bunyi yang biasa2 di dengarnya. bunyi ani seperti helaian tawa seorang perempuan.
mengikut pengalaman dan deria instinct, sesiapa pun tahu yg bunyi atu datang dari seekor hantu. konpom hantu sudah tu kalau ada bini2 ketawa dalam hutan, jangantah pikir2 lagi. naik abis bulu roma uncle ku ani, dari leher ke batis. seram sejuk di rasainya. di teraisi nya kawan2 yang lain, "oi mat! dul! mana kamu ani?! mendangaa kamu tuu?!". kali kana jawab lah oleh kawan2nya. "awo!! mendangaa kami! nda usah terais!" kedengaran sahutan mereka kira2 10 meter dari di mana uncle ku berdiri. susuk tubuh bisdorang di telan kesemakan hutan. nda nampak di lihat.
uncle ku ani pun, ambil inda peduli lah, memandangkan kawan2 nya yang lain macam steady masih.ia pun mau jua kan steady-steady ani. ia pun meneruskan peninjauan beliau, walaupun bulu roma masih tegak berdiri. semakin lama dan semakin jauh perjalanan meredah samak, makin halus pendangaran ketawa bini2 atu. semakin lama, semakin kurang lah rasa takut uncle ku ani. di pikirnya nda lagi kana kacau ia ani. jauh sudah lari hantu atu. berasa gembira, duduk ia dulu kan berehat di bawa sebuah pohon jati ani, besar dan tinggi pohon jati ani, 100 tahun sudah kali umurnya.konon kan minum kopi. lalah dan letih sudah berjalan tapi masih nada payao.
masa siuk2 menyandar sambil minum kopi arah pohon atu.... datang bebalik ketawa bini2 atu mengajut. kali ani makin basar. seolah olah sangat hampir bunyi atu. tekajut dan tepelanting kopi uncle ku ani, tarus di pasangnya senapang patah. panic ia tarus. tolehnya kiri kanan.. nada. lagipun kegelapan malam atu sangat inda menolong. langsung inda nampak apa-apa. lalu, di tolehnya ke atas pokok...kali...
nah! di sana bah hantu ah. duduk gembira lagi ia di atas dahan. tapi yang uncle ku hairan, seolah-olah ada cahaya bah yang meliatkan hantu atu arah dirinya, walaupun di kelilingi kegelapan malam. macam glow-in the dark lah. tarang dan clear usul hantu atu di liatnya.ani nah deskripsi hantu atu, seperti di katakan oleh uncle ku ani. "panjang taringnya, matanya merah, buruk muanya macam kan tekupas, rambut panjang menutup seluruh badan. kakinya.... mencecah ke tanah!"
ketawa labang2 hantu atu di atas pohon. uncle ku pun tarus menjatuhkan dirinya ke tanah, menukup dirinya macam tengiling. keadaan panic mengerumuni dirinya. nda lagi dapat baca2 ayat. baca2 mantera. kan bersuara utk memanggil kawan2nya pun nada. menangis bah uncle ku ani. abis ilang cool nya. nda apalah, bukannya ada org lain meliat. yang penting, uncle ku bepaut macam tengiling arah kawasan yang sama atu amat lama lah. dalam beberapa jam. atu pulang di cakapnya. banar atau inda, aku inda pasti.
sasak2 sudah uncle ku ani nda tahan, batah hantu atu ketawa2 di atas pokok atu, only one thing to do. di ambilnya senapangnya, lalu di tembaknya arah direction hantu atu. POWWW!!...... nah.. tarus hilang bah hantu ah. nda lagi nampak. sunyi tarus nada helai tawa yang mengerikan. bangunlah uncle ku ani, berlari ia arah tampat ia sama kawan2-nya biasa bekumpul, jangan di tanya macamana, memang handal lah uncle ku ani kalau mencari jalan di hutan.
sudah sampai ke tampat bekumpul tarus kana tanya oleh kawannya si mamat. "dari mana luah mu wang?, batah kami menunggu ni dih." reply uncle ku "aah.. bekamih ku tadi.. ". kalinya kawan2 uncle ku ani " karas kau ni Ji, kami nda tahan eh kana kacau tadi ah, tarus kami ke sini, steady kau ani eh". dalam pikiran uncle ku ani "elleeeh, steady tah karang!". sekian.
maka dalam seminggu dua kali atu keluar lah uncle ku ani bersama 2 orang yg lain, biasanya kawan-kawannya. bemalam lah dorg tu biasanya 2-3 malam lamanya. di tengah-tengah hutan tabal tu. kalau inda berilmu, jangantah harapkan menjejak kaki 5-10 meter ke dalam hutan, konpom sasat. so, abang kepada bapaku ani menuntut ilmu jua sikit lah. ilmu silat lah. entah seberapa banyak ilmunya tidak di ketahui, yang penting cukup lah untuk di bawa ke hutan atu.
biasanya bisdorang memburu di kawasan perhutanan yang masa ani perpindahan kampong katok, dulu hutan tu kawan2. banyak payao tu sana. dorang nada camping gear tu, nada temampu tu kan membali. hanya harapkan beteduh dan tidur di bawah pohon pun cukup. jadinya, satu malam, keluar memburu lah dorang ani bebatakan senapang patah. mula-mula dorang mesti memasang pukat (net) tu, untuk memerangkap payao atu, lalu berpecah lah ketiga tiga mereka untuk mencari seekor payao. sudah di jumpa payao atu, lalu di guide lah payao atu menuju kawasan berpukat atu, macam2 lah bising2 bisdorang buat tu. bunyi menghalau kucing ada, bunyi "yihaa!!" ada, macam2 lah, riuh lah hutan atu uleh bisdorang. yang penting payao atu akan terperangkap di kawan berpukat atu.
iatah, pada satu malam, ketika bisdorang berpecah atu. uncle ku ali-ali tu. seorang diri. senapang patah atu sedia sudah tu mana tau ada babi hutan. nya uncle ku, lebih ia takut babi hutan daripada hantu. namun kata-katanya atu cuma eksen saja. haha. masa ia sedang meninjau keberadaan seekor payao, dengan cuma berharapkan ketajaman deria mata dan pendengaran dalam kegelapan dan kebisingan hutan, kedengaran tia bunyi aneh. bunyi aneh ani bukan seperti bunyi yang biasa2 di dengarnya. bunyi ani seperti helaian tawa seorang perempuan.
mengikut pengalaman dan deria instinct, sesiapa pun tahu yg bunyi atu datang dari seekor hantu. konpom hantu sudah tu kalau ada bini2 ketawa dalam hutan, jangantah pikir2 lagi. naik abis bulu roma uncle ku ani, dari leher ke batis. seram sejuk di rasainya. di teraisi nya kawan2 yang lain, "oi mat! dul! mana kamu ani?! mendangaa kamu tuu?!". kali kana jawab lah oleh kawan2nya. "awo!! mendangaa kami! nda usah terais!" kedengaran sahutan mereka kira2 10 meter dari di mana uncle ku berdiri. susuk tubuh bisdorang di telan kesemakan hutan. nda nampak di lihat.
uncle ku ani pun, ambil inda peduli lah, memandangkan kawan2 nya yang lain macam steady masih.ia pun mau jua kan steady-steady ani. ia pun meneruskan peninjauan beliau, walaupun bulu roma masih tegak berdiri. semakin lama dan semakin jauh perjalanan meredah samak, makin halus pendangaran ketawa bini2 atu. semakin lama, semakin kurang lah rasa takut uncle ku ani. di pikirnya nda lagi kana kacau ia ani. jauh sudah lari hantu atu. berasa gembira, duduk ia dulu kan berehat di bawa sebuah pohon jati ani, besar dan tinggi pohon jati ani, 100 tahun sudah kali umurnya.konon kan minum kopi. lalah dan letih sudah berjalan tapi masih nada payao.
masa siuk2 menyandar sambil minum kopi arah pohon atu.... datang bebalik ketawa bini2 atu mengajut. kali ani makin basar. seolah olah sangat hampir bunyi atu. tekajut dan tepelanting kopi uncle ku ani, tarus di pasangnya senapang patah. panic ia tarus. tolehnya kiri kanan.. nada. lagipun kegelapan malam atu sangat inda menolong. langsung inda nampak apa-apa. lalu, di tolehnya ke atas pokok...kali...
nah! di sana bah hantu ah. duduk gembira lagi ia di atas dahan. tapi yang uncle ku hairan, seolah-olah ada cahaya bah yang meliatkan hantu atu arah dirinya, walaupun di kelilingi kegelapan malam. macam glow-in the dark lah. tarang dan clear usul hantu atu di liatnya.ani nah deskripsi hantu atu, seperti di katakan oleh uncle ku ani. "panjang taringnya, matanya merah, buruk muanya macam kan tekupas, rambut panjang menutup seluruh badan. kakinya.... mencecah ke tanah!"
ketawa labang2 hantu atu di atas pohon. uncle ku pun tarus menjatuhkan dirinya ke tanah, menukup dirinya macam tengiling. keadaan panic mengerumuni dirinya. nda lagi dapat baca2 ayat. baca2 mantera. kan bersuara utk memanggil kawan2nya pun nada. menangis bah uncle ku ani. abis ilang cool nya. nda apalah, bukannya ada org lain meliat. yang penting, uncle ku bepaut macam tengiling arah kawasan yang sama atu amat lama lah. dalam beberapa jam. atu pulang di cakapnya. banar atau inda, aku inda pasti.
sasak2 sudah uncle ku ani nda tahan, batah hantu atu ketawa2 di atas pokok atu, only one thing to do. di ambilnya senapangnya, lalu di tembaknya arah direction hantu atu. POWWW!!...... nah.. tarus hilang bah hantu ah. nda lagi nampak. sunyi tarus nada helai tawa yang mengerikan. bangunlah uncle ku ani, berlari ia arah tampat ia sama kawan2-nya biasa bekumpul, jangan di tanya macamana, memang handal lah uncle ku ani kalau mencari jalan di hutan.
sudah sampai ke tampat bekumpul tarus kana tanya oleh kawannya si mamat. "dari mana luah mu wang?, batah kami menunggu ni dih." reply uncle ku "aah.. bekamih ku tadi.. ". kalinya kawan2 uncle ku ani " karas kau ni Ji, kami nda tahan eh kana kacau tadi ah, tarus kami ke sini, steady kau ani eh". dalam pikiran uncle ku ani "elleeeh, steady tah karang!". sekian.
Come Out & Play, Child, Come Out and Play~....Part 2 BY -D-
(for those who didn't get it, the title's a reference to the Grundel from the Ghostbusters cartoon. now, for the (season?) finale....)
so a whole month passes by since the incident, and all is right with the world for my little sister, whom gets ridiculed at for getting scared by a few cute, cuddly caged rabbits by my mother. sun was shining, monsoon season kinda died down, and i'm trying to sneak a peek at porn in my older sister's room, the only place with a working computer and internet connections at the time.
let's just forget about any form of transition in this writing and get to the point; so, one night, my little sister went to my older sister's room to surf the net, alone, while the older sister was elsewhere. now her (older sis) room lies exactly on top of my little sister's room, and has a window that directly looks out to the grass field as well, along with the single tree with vines beyond the fence. it was a more quieter and calmer night this time around, but that didn't stop history from repeating itself. i was heading up the stairs, to see if there's something to eat at my parent's room, when lo and behold, my little sister running out of my older sis's room screaming and crying, this time, uninjured since the door was open. i was the first to be there to asked her what happened, as others came out of their room, including my older brother.
as she was surfing the net, she heard the window shaking. at first, she shrugged it off as the wind when the shaking then kept going at a continuous pace. it took her awhile to notice that something was knocking the window from outside. she stared at the window, the curtains closed, hoping that it was maybe just a cat. then, very clearly, she heard her name being called out slowly by the shaky sound of a little girl.
after hearing this, my brother, the wanna-be hero, rushed into the room and opened the window. i was just outside the room by the door, and even from there, i could smell the strong stench coming in as my brother slides the window open, while nothing was there. from then onwards, for awhile my sister always kept the door to her room or any other room she's in open, and at night, it wasn't strange for anyone to see her running out of a room, sobbing and into my parent's room. every now and then, late at night when she's asleep in her room, she'd hear a knocking from her window (if you remember, it also looks out to the grass field/ tree with vines), followed with a voice calling out her name. this continued for a week or two, when the name calling stopped and only the knocking occurred. over time, my little sis came over it and just ignored it when it happened.
it was somewhat funny when i found out that "it" was also knocking the window to my older sis's room whenever she's in there since she shared a striking resemblance to my little sis. though in her case, she ignored it since day one. from then on, every once in awhile, the windows to both my older and younger sister's would be knocked at late at night as they sleep. not long after, "it" stopped knocking at my older sis's room, supposedly knowing the difference between the two. this went on for months non-stop, and over that time, my mother, whom slept in the room to keep my little sister company have heard it, and two of my older sis's friend, who slept over her room have heard it before it stopped harassing her. my parent's only advice was to ignore it and hope it to go away.... which they realized did not work half a year later as my little looked a bit more miserable than usual. they brought in a medium, apparently, despite the fancy smelling oil rub and rituals, it offered no help. it was then my grandmother, at her daughter's (my mom) request that she bought home an old friend of hers; an old, supposedly experienced medium.
i wasn't there when they performed whatever it was they were performing (busy; Video Games), but it ended up with a small red pot containing a small tree stump being placed at the corner of both my older and younger sister's room the very next day. i also happened to listen in on the convo between the medium and my parents. apparently, the one disturbing my sister was the ghost of a little girl, who was of the same age as hers and looked EXACTLY like her, only whiter. the tree that i mentioned, the one with the vines was where she usually hangs out. her reason for the harassment; to have my sister to "play" outside with her. and if you've watched a lot of horror movies, this just basically translates as sucking my sister's soul or something, to my parents.
(P.S: to phrase Porky Pig, "Th-th-th-that's all folks!". well, i knew i had loads to tell but not as much as 30+, though most are from friends and other member's of my family. with so much happenings around me, it shouldn't be big a surprise to some of you that i'm as scared of ghosts as much as i am scared of the huge wild boar that roams my place (i.e; not very much). sure, my heart will start beating fast, but as long as i keep my calm and do nothing stupid (i.e: my older brother if you've read this far), i'll most likely get off unscathed.
now then, i'm hoping this will be your turn to contribute a story. it doesn't HAVE to be true. not all those stories you read in Singapore True Ghost Stories were true. some were just made-up fillers. Yes, true stories are preferable (it's what i've done so far), but it's not like made-up stories can't be scary, just as long as they are believable (i.e "a headless figure roaming Jerudong Park" vs. "your fight with a Snoop Dogg looking ghost that you defeated using that magic skull dagger you happened to find"), though keep it a secret if it's true or not. heck, some of mine, like the one about DST HQ, which was from a friend wasn't believable. ask a friend about ghost stories they know and post it here. for the brave ones who want to ghost hunt, based on the locations of my posts as well as other stories; 1) places with a body of water (lakes, swamps, waterfalls) nearby; 2) hilly areas. so contribute. as AB said "Have you got much better stories to tell ?", and it never said it has to be true (again that would be VERY preferable))
so a whole month passes by since the incident, and all is right with the world for my little sister, whom gets ridiculed at for getting scared by a few cute, cuddly caged rabbits by my mother. sun was shining, monsoon season kinda died down, and i'm trying to sneak a peek at porn in my older sister's room, the only place with a working computer and internet connections at the time.
let's just forget about any form of transition in this writing and get to the point; so, one night, my little sister went to my older sister's room to surf the net, alone, while the older sister was elsewhere. now her (older sis) room lies exactly on top of my little sister's room, and has a window that directly looks out to the grass field as well, along with the single tree with vines beyond the fence. it was a more quieter and calmer night this time around, but that didn't stop history from repeating itself. i was heading up the stairs, to see if there's something to eat at my parent's room, when lo and behold, my little sister running out of my older sis's room screaming and crying, this time, uninjured since the door was open. i was the first to be there to asked her what happened, as others came out of their room, including my older brother.
as she was surfing the net, she heard the window shaking. at first, she shrugged it off as the wind when the shaking then kept going at a continuous pace. it took her awhile to notice that something was knocking the window from outside. she stared at the window, the curtains closed, hoping that it was maybe just a cat. then, very clearly, she heard her name being called out slowly by the shaky sound of a little girl.
after hearing this, my brother, the wanna-be hero, rushed into the room and opened the window. i was just outside the room by the door, and even from there, i could smell the strong stench coming in as my brother slides the window open, while nothing was there. from then onwards, for awhile my sister always kept the door to her room or any other room she's in open, and at night, it wasn't strange for anyone to see her running out of a room, sobbing and into my parent's room. every now and then, late at night when she's asleep in her room, she'd hear a knocking from her window (if you remember, it also looks out to the grass field/ tree with vines), followed with a voice calling out her name. this continued for a week or two, when the name calling stopped and only the knocking occurred. over time, my little sis came over it and just ignored it when it happened.
it was somewhat funny when i found out that "it" was also knocking the window to my older sis's room whenever she's in there since she shared a striking resemblance to my little sis. though in her case, she ignored it since day one. from then on, every once in awhile, the windows to both my older and younger sister's would be knocked at late at night as they sleep. not long after, "it" stopped knocking at my older sis's room, supposedly knowing the difference between the two. this went on for months non-stop, and over that time, my mother, whom slept in the room to keep my little sister company have heard it, and two of my older sis's friend, who slept over her room have heard it before it stopped harassing her. my parent's only advice was to ignore it and hope it to go away.... which they realized did not work half a year later as my little looked a bit more miserable than usual. they brought in a medium, apparently, despite the fancy smelling oil rub and rituals, it offered no help. it was then my grandmother, at her daughter's (my mom) request that she bought home an old friend of hers; an old, supposedly experienced medium.
i wasn't there when they performed whatever it was they were performing (busy; Video Games), but it ended up with a small red pot containing a small tree stump being placed at the corner of both my older and younger sister's room the very next day. i also happened to listen in on the convo between the medium and my parents. apparently, the one disturbing my sister was the ghost of a little girl, who was of the same age as hers and looked EXACTLY like her, only whiter. the tree that i mentioned, the one with the vines was where she usually hangs out. her reason for the harassment; to have my sister to "play" outside with her. and if you've watched a lot of horror movies, this just basically translates as sucking my sister's soul or something, to my parents.
(P.S: to phrase Porky Pig, "Th-th-th-that's all folks!". well, i knew i had loads to tell but not as much as 30+, though most are from friends and other member's of my family. with so much happenings around me, it shouldn't be big a surprise to some of you that i'm as scared of ghosts as much as i am scared of the huge wild boar that roams my place (i.e; not very much). sure, my heart will start beating fast, but as long as i keep my calm and do nothing stupid (i.e: my older brother if you've read this far), i'll most likely get off unscathed.
now then, i'm hoping this will be your turn to contribute a story. it doesn't HAVE to be true. not all those stories you read in Singapore True Ghost Stories were true. some were just made-up fillers. Yes, true stories are preferable (it's what i've done so far), but it's not like made-up stories can't be scary, just as long as they are believable (i.e "a headless figure roaming Jerudong Park" vs. "your fight with a Snoop Dogg looking ghost that you defeated using that magic skull dagger you happened to find"), though keep it a secret if it's true or not. heck, some of mine, like the one about DST HQ, which was from a friend wasn't believable. ask a friend about ghost stories they know and post it here. for the brave ones who want to ghost hunt, based on the locations of my posts as well as other stories; 1) places with a body of water (lakes, swamps, waterfalls) nearby; 2) hilly areas. so contribute. as AB said "Have you got much better stories to tell ?", and it never said it has to be true (again that would be VERY preferable))
Friday, 25 December 2009
Come Out & Play, Child, Come Out & Play~..... Part 1 BY -D-
as one enters my little sister's room, located on the ground floor, you'll come face to face to a wide window, looking directly out to the grass field, and a tree covered with vines. to your right, outside on the corner of the window, you'll find a small pot, containing an unimpressively small plant made up of only it's stump....
late 2004, long before the STPRI incident (so don't you dare compare that with this), when my sister was only 14 years of age, my grandma had to take an emergency surgery in KL, and my parents, worried about the outcome, decided to go as well, leaving only me and my 4 other siblings, and the maids to take care of the house. also take note we had a rabbit cage back then, located outside, just underneath my parents bedroom.
that year, we had just started subscribing to Kristal/Astro, so while the parents were away, my sister frequented their room, which at the time had both of it's light bulb broken, to watch TV, since that was the only place in the house with a decoder. it was around 11 pm, and it was the monsoon season, so strong winds were blowing at the time. and need i remind you our place was located between two steep hills, making an eerie sound as the storm was about to start.
feeling thirsty at the time, i made my way to my parent's room upstairs, maybe to steal some juice from their fridge. not three steps up the stairs, i heard the sound of a door banged open, loud sobbing and moaning, and another bang as my sister stormed out of the master bedroom, crying and hit herself on one of the wooden wardrobe. she sat there on the floor, crying and then screaming hysterically as my older sister held her in her arms, all the while bleeding from the elbow and her head after hitting the door and wardrobe respectively. what happened?
my sister was watching tv at my parents' room alone in the dark, as the wind outside began to pick up speed. it started off with the usual eerie howl, which she was already used to. later on, there was another sound that mixed in with the wind, one that sounded like a high pitched, shaky "eeeEEeeeEeeEEEee~". not long afterwards, she heard the voice of a girl repeatedly calling her name, which came from the door leading to the veranda which was 3-4 metres right in front of her. after she had ran out, i entered the room and went out the veranda to take a look. it may have been my imagination, but despite the strong winds, i swear i could smell the faint scent of something sweet.
when my parents got home and heard the story, they explained the sound may have came from the rabbits we were keeping, since they always made those "eeeEEeeeEeeEEEee~" noises during cold nights, and that my sister was just imagining her name being called. this put her at ease, until of course this fact was proven wrong. that potted plant i mentioned has it's role..... in part 2 and my final story.....
late 2004, long before the STPRI incident (so don't you dare compare that with this), when my sister was only 14 years of age, my grandma had to take an emergency surgery in KL, and my parents, worried about the outcome, decided to go as well, leaving only me and my 4 other siblings, and the maids to take care of the house. also take note we had a rabbit cage back then, located outside, just underneath my parents bedroom.
that year, we had just started subscribing to Kristal/Astro, so while the parents were away, my sister frequented their room, which at the time had both of it's light bulb broken, to watch TV, since that was the only place in the house with a decoder. it was around 11 pm, and it was the monsoon season, so strong winds were blowing at the time. and need i remind you our place was located between two steep hills, making an eerie sound as the storm was about to start.
feeling thirsty at the time, i made my way to my parent's room upstairs, maybe to steal some juice from their fridge. not three steps up the stairs, i heard the sound of a door banged open, loud sobbing and moaning, and another bang as my sister stormed out of the master bedroom, crying and hit herself on one of the wooden wardrobe. she sat there on the floor, crying and then screaming hysterically as my older sister held her in her arms, all the while bleeding from the elbow and her head after hitting the door and wardrobe respectively. what happened?
my sister was watching tv at my parents' room alone in the dark, as the wind outside began to pick up speed. it started off with the usual eerie howl, which she was already used to. later on, there was another sound that mixed in with the wind, one that sounded like a high pitched, shaky "eeeEEeeeEeeEEEee~". not long afterwards, she heard the voice of a girl repeatedly calling her name, which came from the door leading to the veranda which was 3-4 metres right in front of her. after she had ran out, i entered the room and went out the veranda to take a look. it may have been my imagination, but despite the strong winds, i swear i could smell the faint scent of something sweet.
when my parents got home and heard the story, they explained the sound may have came from the rabbits we were keeping, since they always made those "eeeEEeeeEeeEEEee~" noises during cold nights, and that my sister was just imagining her name being called. this put her at ease, until of course this fact was proven wrong. that potted plant i mentioned has it's role..... in part 2 and my final story.....
Tuesday, 22 December 2009
Rosemary's Baby BY -D-
funny thing here is my sister-in-law's nick name IS Rose. okay, maybe not Rosemary, but it's still pretty close....
early February of 2008. as i went to the kitchen to grab a late night drink, i noticed the lights to the living room were still brightly lit up. my brother had had a guest over, a scene quite rare especially at that hour (it was 2+ AM, me thinks). i had thought the other guy was an old friend of his, and they were just re-living the good old days when they were younger, spending the later hours of the night hangin' and chillin', with no worries of getting enough sleep to get them through work the next day. then i heard the word "bayangan". so i eavesdropped to find out more;
more than a week earlier, my brother and his wife were terrorized by the sudden repetitive sound that came from their bedroom window, making them lose some sleep. the culprit; a black crow, who kept pecking at the window, which, you guessed it, was facing the grass field. now this wouldn't be much of a problem if it was just some pesky crow with some obsessive-compulsive drive to peck at the window every night, however, the fact that his wife seemed to wake up from a nightmare, sweating, exactly before the crow would start pecking the window, and that the pecking would start at around the same time every night made my brother a bit TOO worried. he tried to scare the crow away by banging on the window; it just perched there staring back at my brother, as if he's mocking him even. it wasn't until he'd open the window that it would fly away. and every time he shooed it away, it went in the very same direction, into the darkness of the grass field.
as for my sister-in-law's nightmare, the one she wakes up to before the crow starts pecking the window? the first couple of nights, she can't exactly recall the dream, but they were definitely the same ones. on around the fourth night, she could finally remember what it was; she would dream that she was sleeping in the room, alone, at night, when she'd suddenly wake up, the window opening on it's own at the same time, while the crow, which was larger in her dream would perch there, staring at her. it would then spread it's wings, which were large in her dreams, as if it was going to engulfed her. before it did, she'd always hear a deep, thundering voice that commanded her to hand her son over to "him". only problem is, they have no son. now, as i've mentioned, if all this had happened only once, heck, twice at most, this would have all been just a coincidence. but all this 11 nights in a row, it's not pretty strange for someone who's heavily as superstitious as my brother to go find a medium after the third night. the whole ordeal left his wife weak and tired, vomiting the next day after it had happened.
it took a little while for him to find a medium with his connections, but the night i went for a drink was the night they had just finished cleaning up the problem. it wasn't two days later my brother told my parents what happened, along with the big news they had. what supposedly happen, based on the medium's report, was that a something, an unknown being, was stalking my sister-in-law. it originally came from the hills next to my sister-in-law's parents house and followed her to my place when she came back, and was of notable high rank among it's kind. one other characteristic that made a problem for the medium dealing with "it" was that it was a giant of some sort; it was taller than our two storey house. the crow that came pecking their windows was a messenger of sort asking his wife to hand over her son, one they didn't have, to "it" who was hiding in the forest beyond the grass field.
and their other news to my parents? my sister-in-law was pregnant. months later, we would find out that it was gonna be a boy.....
(next story will be a two-parter, and the last of my stories)
early February of 2008. as i went to the kitchen to grab a late night drink, i noticed the lights to the living room were still brightly lit up. my brother had had a guest over, a scene quite rare especially at that hour (it was 2+ AM, me thinks). i had thought the other guy was an old friend of his, and they were just re-living the good old days when they were younger, spending the later hours of the night hangin' and chillin', with no worries of getting enough sleep to get them through work the next day. then i heard the word "bayangan". so i eavesdropped to find out more;
more than a week earlier, my brother and his wife were terrorized by the sudden repetitive sound that came from their bedroom window, making them lose some sleep. the culprit; a black crow, who kept pecking at the window, which, you guessed it, was facing the grass field. now this wouldn't be much of a problem if it was just some pesky crow with some obsessive-compulsive drive to peck at the window every night, however, the fact that his wife seemed to wake up from a nightmare, sweating, exactly before the crow would start pecking the window, and that the pecking would start at around the same time every night made my brother a bit TOO worried. he tried to scare the crow away by banging on the window; it just perched there staring back at my brother, as if he's mocking him even. it wasn't until he'd open the window that it would fly away. and every time he shooed it away, it went in the very same direction, into the darkness of the grass field.
as for my sister-in-law's nightmare, the one she wakes up to before the crow starts pecking the window? the first couple of nights, she can't exactly recall the dream, but they were definitely the same ones. on around the fourth night, she could finally remember what it was; she would dream that she was sleeping in the room, alone, at night, when she'd suddenly wake up, the window opening on it's own at the same time, while the crow, which was larger in her dream would perch there, staring at her. it would then spread it's wings, which were large in her dreams, as if it was going to engulfed her. before it did, she'd always hear a deep, thundering voice that commanded her to hand her son over to "him". only problem is, they have no son. now, as i've mentioned, if all this had happened only once, heck, twice at most, this would have all been just a coincidence. but all this 11 nights in a row, it's not pretty strange for someone who's heavily as superstitious as my brother to go find a medium after the third night. the whole ordeal left his wife weak and tired, vomiting the next day after it had happened.
it took a little while for him to find a medium with his connections, but the night i went for a drink was the night they had just finished cleaning up the problem. it wasn't two days later my brother told my parents what happened, along with the big news they had. what supposedly happen, based on the medium's report, was that a something, an unknown being, was stalking my sister-in-law. it originally came from the hills next to my sister-in-law's parents house and followed her to my place when she came back, and was of notable high rank among it's kind. one other characteristic that made a problem for the medium dealing with "it" was that it was a giant of some sort; it was taller than our two storey house. the crow that came pecking their windows was a messenger of sort asking his wife to hand over her son, one they didn't have, to "it" who was hiding in the forest beyond the grass field.
and their other news to my parents? my sister-in-law was pregnant. months later, we would find out that it was gonna be a boy.....
(next story will be a two-parter, and the last of my stories)
BY -D-
"eh. si 'K' balik jua udah, kan?" asked my older sister, as i made my way from my room to my parents' room upstairs to grab some grub, passing the living room where she sat down in the dark. i've seen my sister mad, confused, and many other expressions that normally requires a person to be so wide-eyed. in that particular moment, i guessed "freaked out" describe her expression best.
'K' was our former driver/gardener. if there's one easy way to describe him, it'd be VERY tall and lanky. think Shaggy (not the singer), only taller, and less hippy. other notable features would be the fact he always wear a white tee as his work clothes as he goes around with his business on the front yard. now enough about him, on to the time of the incident;
one December evening of last year, after 7 pm, bored and with nothing better to do, my older sister lounged around the living room, chatting with her friends on MSN via her cellphone, while facing towards the window looking out of the front lawn. trying to relax her eyes for a bit after staring into the screen for too long in the dark, she looked up in front her and through the warped glass brick right next to the main entrance, saw a tall white figure passed by. she saw it again through the window overlooking the front lawn, making it's way towards the tool shed, found near the back close to the large (haunted) grass field. now at first glance, she didn't think much of it as her first impression was that "K" was just finishing some stuff up. then she remembered how a few days prior that i sent "K", my mother, and herself to the airport to send him off (she wanted to stop by elsewhere afterwards, and her car was in the workshop). one other detail worth mentioning was that the figure had quite an eerie white glow, and that white part was way too long to be a t-shirt of any sort as it extended way past the waist.
as she came to realize all this, i had just came out of my room, ready to cook something up.
well, the next story is gonna be just as weak and unscary as this one, considering that i'm pretty much near the end of the road here....
'K' was our former driver/gardener. if there's one easy way to describe him, it'd be VERY tall and lanky. think Shaggy (not the singer), only taller, and less hippy. other notable features would be the fact he always wear a white tee as his work clothes as he goes around with his business on the front yard. now enough about him, on to the time of the incident;
one December evening of last year, after 7 pm, bored and with nothing better to do, my older sister lounged around the living room, chatting with her friends on MSN via her cellphone, while facing towards the window looking out of the front lawn. trying to relax her eyes for a bit after staring into the screen for too long in the dark, she looked up in front her and through the warped glass brick right next to the main entrance, saw a tall white figure passed by. she saw it again through the window overlooking the front lawn, making it's way towards the tool shed, found near the back close to the large (haunted) grass field. now at first glance, she didn't think much of it as her first impression was that "K" was just finishing some stuff up. then she remembered how a few days prior that i sent "K", my mother, and herself to the airport to send him off (she wanted to stop by elsewhere afterwards, and her car was in the workshop). one other detail worth mentioning was that the figure had quite an eerie white glow, and that white part was way too long to be a t-shirt of any sort as it extended way past the waist.
as she came to realize all this, i had just came out of my room, ready to cook something up.
well, the next story is gonna be just as weak and unscary as this one, considering that i'm pretty much near the end of the road here....
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