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

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...

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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.

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))

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.....

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)

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....

The Neighbour's Tale Numero Duo BY -D-

same neighbor here, also told during raya that same year.

on one early morning, at around 4 am, our neighbor had just came home after a long, hard night of work. no thanks to his luck, not only did he get the night shift that day, he had to stay at his work place a lot longer than he had to because of a predicament that needs to be fixed (ok, so i wasn't there when he told this story. my sister told me this later on, and she didn't get much of the details. something about him being an engineer). dead tired and just about ready to keel over, anywhere, anytime, he put the effort to head upstairs to his bedroom, after thinking twice whether to hit the couch or not.

he entered his room, left the door open (security is the least of your problem when you're dead (*heehee*) tired), and belly flopped on his bed. he lied there for awhile before he decided to turn around in a more comfortable position. as he turned, he caught a glimpse of the silhouette of a little boy just by the door. alarmed, he stood up, and as soon as he did, the figure made a run for it to the stairs. without even thinking twice, despite the creepy feeling he had in his gut, for no apparent reason, he gave chase. as he made his way down the stairs, he saw the "boy", at the bottom of the stairs, made a right turn behind a wall and into the living room, which also leads to the main entrance. as he entered the living room; silence.

the boy was nowhere to be found in the living room, nor did he hear the main entrance being unlocked and opened when the boy ran for it. considering there was no where else for the boy to run from there, the freakiness of all this finally sunk in o him. no, people, this was no dream sequence. the guy somehow managed to stay up till around 7, when he finally thought it was safe to sleep. later that afternoon, as per the neighbor's suggestion, he went out to buy some frames with verses from the Quran.

The Neighbour's Tale Numero Uno BY -D-

if you've forgotten, my stories now takes place in a small housing community somewhere near Bukit Sebanging (i said at the base, but i may be lying) in Kampung..... well somewhere along Jalan Muara. the vague info is there for privacy reasons.

this one from one of the neighbours. during our first six months here, in our current home, not a lot people lived nearby. excluding us, there were three other houses that were occupied; one of which was owned by a single man, a bachelor, if you may. one other important detail to this tale, is, if you've forgotten, that our house is located at the dead end of the simpang which makes up the housing community. as you reach the end of the road, to your right, is my humble abode, and to your left, a lone lamp post, that never lit up until it got fixed many months later. finally, in front of you is the dead end, which consisted of a "wall" of tall grass reaching up to your knee where the concrete pavement ends. beyond that, the vast, grassy field mentioned in my previous story.

as you'd guess, night time was pretty dark right around that dead end area save for the lights from our gates. it wasn't out of the norm for you to drive up to the dead end, and catch a glimpse of a cat's glowing eyes right outside the area where your car's headlights are shining on, before it runs into the "wall" of grass and into the field. anyway, one night, our neighbour, the bachelor, decided to invite a bunch of friends to his crib to hang out. as usual, when your friend just moved into a new home, you sometimes tend to get a bit lost. such was the case for one of his buddies, who made a wrong turn (or rather none at all). this took place way past 1 am, and as luck would have it, our amah forgot to turn on the gate's lights.

so, our neighbour's friend was heading towards the dead end, which was very dark at this point. now, i mentioned cats in the previous paragraph, but this guy, not so fortunate. as the area where his headlights were shining on were about to move up to the wall of grass, he caught a glimpse of what appeared to be the back of a naked little boy running, away from the car, through the grass and into the field.... at the dead of night. what shook him even more was that he also got a short glimpse of the "boy's" foot which was caught by his headlights; it had a VERY pale complexion. took him a little while to snap out of it, get to his friend's place, tell them what happened, and planned never to hang out there past midnight again. and it took months later for us to hear this story, as we made our neighborhood visits during Raya (see what i did there?)

Selamat Hari Raya, kiddos.

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