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A Ghostly Love Story

It was the smell of sweet fragrant Ye Lai Xiang scent that made my nephew noticed her at the library.Alvin first noticed her as she passed by his table to sit at the far end of the library. She smelled so nice, thought Alvin. She must have spent a fortune on perfumes.


She has been coming to the library on her own for the past two evenings.So he noticed. He had occasionally stole glances at the pretty young long-haired girl. He had made up his mind to introduce himself to her and get her phone number that very evening. It is a ‘do-or-die’ mission. He smiled to himself.

And there it is again! That wonderful sweet scent. Here she comes. Alvin looked up and his eyes met hers. She gave him a shy half-smile and he smiled broadly in return. Go for it, his heart told him.

“Hi,err.. would you like to sit here?” Alvin could not believe he was saying this. “I saw you have an interest in gardening. I am a Botany student and i wonder if we could talk about flowers.”

It was a silly ice-breaker but it worked! She smiled and sat in front of him.

“Yes, i like flowers, especially the scented ones. How did you know?” she asked.

“Ah, i always see you holding books on this subject.” winked Alvin. He was trying hard to think of the next few pickup lines to say.

“Botany must be a very interesting subject.” she said.

Alvin tried hard not to look at her beautiful hazel eyes and her delicate lips. She was an amazingly pretty girl. He wondered why no guys accompanied her to the library. Perhaps she had not a boyfriend.

They had a wonderful time chatting and laughing for the next two hours. Fortunately, there were usually not many people in the library at this hour. They did not disturb anyone.

Finally it was time for her to go home.

“Alvin, i need to go.”

“No, wait. Do you have a FaceSpace or NSM? or Yohaa ?”

“No.”

“Do you have an address?”

“Why?”
“I want to see your garden.”

she was pleased.She told him her address and her name was Britney Chong.

She did not come to the library the next few days and he kind of missed her. Alvin thought he was in love. He could not stop thinking about her.

Finally, he decided to pay her a visit the next morning. He reached a nice double-story bungalow in the pricey part of the city. He pressed the bell and an old woman answered the door.

“May i speak to Britney Chong please? She gave me this address a few days ago.”

The woman started to cry and an old man , came to the door.

“What do you want? Why did you make my wife cry?” He asked harshly.

“I.. I… was asking for Britney. I saw her in the library a few days ago but she didn’t turned up the past few days..i just wondered what had happened to her.” Alvin stammered.

The old man’s face turned pale and then he became angry.

“Young man, i don’t know who put you up to play such a cruel joke on my wife. Britney our daughter died one year ago!”


Alvin’s mouth went agape and his heart sank. The door was slammed on his face. His mind went blank.

That evening he went to the library and asked about Britney Chong. The old librarian typed something into her computer.

“Ah, a pretty little girl. But what a pity. She jump off this seven story building about one year ago. Right from that window over there.” She pointed to the window at the far end of the library.

Alvin was speechless and he sat down trying to regain his composure.At that instance, Alvin smelled fragrances…

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My Little Sister

Here goes the story about my lovely little sister
This happen to me when i’m 14 years old………I have a little sister. It happen to her when she is only 7 years old……………….My sister likes to go over to her friend house to play. She would ride her bicycle to her friend house. Then one day, she came back late. My mother was so worried. My sister actually did not realise the time and when she looked at her watch and found out that it was 7 p.m., she quickly rode her bicycle. Instead of going the long way, she decided to take shortcut which is to ride on the cemetery.
When she reached home, my mum scolded her for coming home late. Then my sister just go to her room and locked herself in her room. It so weird of her to do that. When i walked past her room, i heard a chinese man voice. I told my mum about it. My mum enter her room. My sister just sat there like a statue. I was scared to see her like that.
Suddenly……..she talked in mandarin……i was shocked as our family is malay and how come she can talked in chinese……Not just that. Her soft voice turns to be a man voice. My mum told my father about it. My father called his friend(a bomoh) to help him. His friend come to our house.
After he had arrived, he went to my sister room and told us to get out of the room. So my mum closed the door behind us. We heard a man voice were screaming….then my father friend open the door and tell us that a chinese man spirit had entered my sister body and he would not leave the body. He also told us that my sister may die because my sister had not been eating. The spirit wants to starve her to death. My mum cried….She was so worried…The bomoh say that he could not do anything becoz the spirit are so strong……
The next morning, i found my sister dead on her bed….I was so sad that i cried…..My mum too cried. I could not believe it. The spirit is so cruel. She is just 7 years old little kid……..After my sister death, we moved house as we knew that the spirit is still in the house…Thats the end of my stories…………
Hope my sister soul rest in peace. - Farah

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The Funeral

I actually heard this story from my cousin-in-law during my grandfather’s funeral about two years ago. However before I continue I would just like to share an incident which happened during my grandfather’s funeral. As I am a Chinese , you know how we have quite a complicated funeral ritual.

The Chinese believe that the dead person’s spirit actually linger around at his or her own funeral until the process is finished. I am poorly informed of such complex things but what happened on the last few days of my frandfather’s funeral was that there was this priest who scattered ashes on the floor.Apparently the ashes was meant to have human footprints or animal footprints. If a human footprint appears it would mean that the dead person will be incarnated as a human in his or her next life.If it was an animal’s footprint then the person will become an animal.

Well , what happened was freaky because after the ashes was being scattered a few seconds later footprints appeared on the ashes. My grandmother told me that it belonged to my late grandfather. That was really freaky.

Another story which pulls more weight in terms of paranormality was told by my cousin-in-law.
One morning at about 3am her friend was at home sleeping and was awaken by someone knocking on her apartment door. She got up and opened the door but there was no one there.However as soon as she closed the door , she heard her father calling her to open the door. She thought it was just her imaginations getting to her as she had just awaken and was still rather sleepy. She opened the door again and there was no one there.After about half an hour , she went back to bed trying to fall asleep again , the phone rang.

She was informed that her father was involved in a motor vehicle accident and had passed away. He died at about 2 am.She told her relatives about this incident during her father’s funeral and they said that it was his spirit wanting to go home.When someone dies , his or her spirit is unaware of what is happening and will carry on normal life for a short period of time until they find out that they are actually dead. SHe did not want to believe it at first but she recalled that the time the knockings was at about 3 am but her father was already dead by about 2am.There was an hour lapse. How could it be?

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Strange In My House

When I first moved to my present home, we got three Fengshui master to view our flat. I was in my teens then. All three told my parents that only I can sleep in a certain room. My elder sister cannot sleep in that room…
So we moved in and I got my own room. My sister tried to sleep with me as we had a very close relationship. She came over for two times and both times was horrible for her. She dreamt of those things chasing after her. And worst is that she cannot wake up. 2nd time, she couldn’t fall asleep no matter how tired she is. From then on, she dare not to come to my room to sleep. According to the fengshui master, only males and people strong in Yang Qi can sleep in that room as the room is very Yin….

Then we have a hi fi set in the living room that I used to watch VCDs. Every night, without fail, at about 12 to 1am, it will switch on by itself and start playing whatever VCD it has inside it, if not, it will play the radio. That was those old type so no timer. Then my sister’s EX bought us a dog. A black dog. After she came, it only happened for the first night and after she barked and I came out to switch it off, it never happened again.
My sister told me that once, when we were all overseas, my sister did not go due to her A levels While she is busy studying in the room with our dog, she felt very creepy hairs standing then our dog suddenly barked very fiercely at the door of the room, as if stopping somebody or something from coming in.

No matter what my sister did, the dog totally ignored her and continued to bark then suddenly, she stopped barking and just walked over to my sister and stand guard beside her. - anonymus

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The Haunted Apartment



The story is about a haunted apartment in Australia, Brisbane. I studied overseas in Brisbane for 3 years. But this story is not about me, it’s about my housemate Jolin who stayed in this apartment for a few months before she moved to my house. As her story is very long with many incidents, I will just shorten it with a few significant incidents that happened to her.

I have been to the apartment myself, together with my buddy Adrian (not his real name). We were given the keys to the house to the apartment to move some furniture. The apartment is an old 2 story Queenslander apartment with the kitchen and living room on the first floor and 3 bedrooms on the 2 nd floor.

Went we went in, we immediately felt weird. The air was stale and the apartment was extremely messy with things strewn all over the place. It was dark and had cobwebs over the doors. Both Adrian and I wondered how a place occupied by 3 ladies could be so messy. Later on we found out from Jolin (not her real name) that the house was actually occupied by a family of ghosts, and every time they went to school and came back they found the house in a total mess. After awhile they gave up packing the house and left it to be messy.

Some spooky incidents Jolin told us:

They could often hear footsteps of people running about on level 2 when they were watching TV on the first level. But there was no one else in the house other than them!
They often feel as though someone is watching them behind their back when they are alone. Jolin felt this while she was bathing one night. Immediately she took a bible and placed it in the bathroom with her. After her bath she found greenish slime on her bible.

One night while returning home from school together, Jolin noticed a black shadow by the side of the lamp post. It was darting from lamppost to lamppost at amazing speeds while they were walking home as though it was following them. When they reached the apartment, Jolin saw the black shadow fly up instantly to their apartment, which was 3 stories up!

The gals were scared and often slept together in 1 room. One night Jolin could not sleep, but her 2 friends were fast asleep. She suddenly saw the room door open by itself. She pretended to be asleep. She then heard her friend mumble words in her sleep like “Help me”, “Don’t touch me”. After awhile, her friend stopped mumbling those words, and she saw the door open and close by itself again as though someone was leaving.

The 3 girls knew something was in the house with them and had a discussion in the living room as to whether they should move out. Jolin was then very angry and being the brave woman she is, she shouted out “I refuse to believe in things that I can’t see!” That night, Jolin had to go into her room in level 2 to get her mobile phone. She did not bother to turn on the lights when entering. She saw something that she will not forget for the rest of her life. She saw a very scary looking human head floating in the room staring at her. She did not describe the exact details of the head to us as she did not want to remember it herself. After she saw it, she turned around and calmly walked away saying “Ok, I believe”.

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Spirits At Funeral

This happened to my elder sister at my grandpa’s funeral few years back. My elder sister who is born with so called “ying yang” eyes but as time goes by it got working lesser and lesser. But she told my mum that. At my grandpa’s funeral she could see my grandpa’s spirit floating on top of my grandpa’s coffin. As my 2nd elder sis is afraid of such things, she never raised it up and only secretly told my mum. My mum after a few months told us.
The next story also happened to my elder sister. It happened like 10 years back. When i was still in primary sch, we were moving house to our current new house. As most people would when moving house, we were busy moving and packing stuff from our house. So the house is a lot emptier den usual. But we didn’t move into the house yet because of the “ji shi a.k.a auspicious timing”
She was packing half way and she noticed that there’s this dark shadow in the middle of the room. She went on to take a closer look and found that the dark shadow started to move fast in the room. She panicked, and finally the shadow stopped behind the door… i dunno y , but she went on to pull open the door. And just then she saw a face ZOOOOM out behind the door right at her face den n disappear.
After that, she told my mum who took her to “wen shen , ask god” what happened. But as usual they would say luck is low and stuff. She have a lot of experience but lets save some for next time. By- lisa

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Angel In A Cemetery

There was a muslim cemetery in Malaysia, seremban or better known as Negeri Sembilan. This incident happened to my mum. This cemetery is `special` because it was the resting place of many holy man and woman. Hence the villagers build a small mosque at the heart of the cemetery. 2 years ago my father received a call telling him that one of his friend there had just passed away on that day.Immediately he left for Seremban wih my mum and a couple of his friend. They depart from Singapore at about 4pm, thus reaching there at around 9pm by car.
The place there was extremely calm for a cemetery.In fact it was peaceful as described by my mum. Suddenly she heard a very loud man voice singing the “bang” (the bang is the song in Arab calling the muslim to pray).It was sung in the most beautiful voice and it was neither scary or eerie.In fact she feel happy and peaceful. My mum thought it was the prayer time, Ishak,(which happen around 8pm.) for the muslim and thought it came from the small mosque.
She then asked my father to get ready for prayer but he replied that ishak was over.She was stunned.
She asked him if he had heard the “bang” and he replied no.His other friends also say they did not hear the “bang”. So you see not all cemetery is haunted.In fact there was several incident whereby some villagers say they saw a man in the mosque on some nights either reading the holy Quran or praying.This is not possible as the mosque was locked every night. In other encounter the keeper once say he saw 4 women in the religious malay tudung(scarf). He also described them as very beautiful beyond words.He say he have never saw the ladies in the nearby village before.In fact he say there was a certain unique glow coming out of them. They were also sitting there praying. Perhaps it was the angels from heaven.


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Lost Child





This story happened to my sister, Ani (name changed) on her second week in Universiti Putra Malaysia (UPM).
It was almost 11:30 PM. Ani just came out of her last evening class and was waiting for her friend to pick her up. A strong breeze came by and Ani had a chilling feeling, not so much of cold but rather a sense of fear. After all, it was dark and she was all alone. A short moment later, she heard someone whistling from far. She looked around her and began to feel frightened. There was nobody anywhere and she tried to convince herself it was just the guard.
Ani was thankful when her friend showed up seconds later. She rushed into the car and before she got into the car, she saw a pair of white socks at the back of the car. Immediately, she asked if her friend hard accidentally left a pair of socks outside the car but her friend looked puzzled and said no. Ani turned around but the socks were no longer there. Ani was very optimistic the socks were there in the first place. So, she asked her friend to stop the car and go out to check.
When the car stopped, Ani heard the whistling again. Her friend went out for a short while and dashed back into the car in a state of shock. Without a word, she sped off the area. Ani kept asking what happened but her friend refused to say a word until they are out of the campus.
Ani’s friend said when she went out of the car, she felt an unusual chill outside. Then, she saw a naked boy lying behind the car. He was very young, but he looked inhumanly pale. She asked the boy what he was doing there at this hour. The boy stared at her with pitiful eyes and said, “Are you the lady who took my soul and turned me into a ghost at this forest?”
It suddenly occurred to her that the boy is not a human being at all. She ran back into the car and sped off.
When Ani told her about the whistling, she said she didn’t hear anything. However she did hear some noises behind the trees by the roadside.
Ani went to the library the next morning and searched for any book that could explain what happened on the previous night. She found an article in a book which claimed that there was a little boy who was captured by a witch and the witch took his soul while whistling like a mad man. Many claimed to have seen the boy running away from the witch while some heard whistling sound, apparently, the sound of the witch looking for the boy.

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A Mystery Man

It happened to me and two of my colleagues from Singapore in April 1988 at the carpark of an office building in KL. We were working at an exhibition in PWTC and decided to go to a fast-food restaurant at that office building basement for dinner one evening. I drove and parked in the underground car park. After eating, around 9-ish, we couldn’t get out as all the exit barriers were down and unattended.
After rounding for a while and getting worried (that time no cell phones) we saw a black Volvo coming down a ramp and drove towards it. We were so relieved. The guy came out of his car and after telling him about our predicament, he offered me his access card, and said he will follow me out to get it back. I reached out to take it but my colleague who is Muslim grabbed my hand and shouted at me to not take it. The man stepped away and went back to his car. My colleague’s face was totally white as I and our other colleague argued with her. We then watched the man got into his car and drove straight into the wall in front of us! The colleague in the back seat screamed and fainted. The colleague who warned me said her prayers. I must have screamed as well and had an accident in my pants.
I can’t remember how long it took me to recover from shock but we finally found a guard who let us out. The colleague who fainted was ill for two weeks and never came back to the exhibition. All 3 of us never discussed the incident, not once. Till today, I don’t know how my colleague knew and don’t want to ask.
When I got around to sharing the experience about 10 years later, some say the guy may have been a spirit guarding the place. Who really knows. I have never been back to that building. Stay away from Volvo cars and still get the creeps when I see a black one.


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The Night Visitor

When I was about 5 years old I was living in a house that use to be an old funeral home and they also cremated bodies there as well. The cemetery was our back yard. We use to have huge parties for Halloween because people thought it was creepy. At these parties people would play with the Ouija board and try to contact spirits.

I had always been afraid of the basement because whenever I went down there I would get a really bad sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach. But I don’t know if that was just because they still had the walk in body coolers that they stored the bodies and the crematoriums where they cremated dead people down there. But one night some neighbor children and I decided it would be fun to see who could spend the longest time in the cemetery and I had fallen asleep behind mausoleum and my mother had came out and brought me inside to go to bed.

Later that night around 4 in the morning I woke up for no reason in particular. When I looked down at the end of my bed I realized there was someone standing there. My eyes adjusted and I was now staring at a man who was staring at me! My eyes grew wide as I noticed that there was something very wrong with this man. He was grey and transparent. He was very tall and had dark black eyes. He had a straight face and he wore an old type of suit with a tie like the one you see on the KFC guy. He had thin straggly hair and a mustache which were both white. He just stood there with his fists clenched and staring. I was sitting up but I was to afraid to move, too scared to look away, and so frightened that I was choked up and couldn’t scream. But it seemed that he took a slight step forward without moving and that is when I let out a scream and wet my bed.

I was only 5! My mom came down the hall and as soon as she grabbed the door knob he disappeared. My mom dismissed it as a nightmare, but for 2 years every night at the same exact time every night he would be there. After a few weeks I stopped screaming for my mom and just started hiding under my blanket. But he stayed until dawn then. So I wasn’t able to sleep.

At the age of 7 we had moved out and that was the last of him but just the beginning of my journey through the realm of paranormal. I believe the only reason that I remember this story so vividly is because it was so traumatizing and it was a major turning point in my life. – learned so much since then but I stilled get creeped out when I think about it.

Sent in by Raven Rayne,

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The Devil's Own

This true story took place in Bakersfield, California, in March, 2009. I met this guy (I don't remember his name so I will call him Steve). I would see Steve on a regular basis every day at the park. We all liked to play cards or board games.
When I started to talk to him more every day and get to know him better, everything seemed normal with him then the subject changed I told him I used to read all kinds of books about the occult and different religions.
He gave out a big sigh and looked at me and and shared his stories with me and I just listened. Things like: his sister, his girlfriend, and he would talk to everyone from the Virgin Mary to Jesus Christ, to the Queen of the Ocean. They would bring different people or gods different items they wanted, like water from the ocean or river. Another wanted whiskey. Another wanted a doll.
Now, everything still seemed fine until one night it was dark and he was taking a nap. I remember showing him the Holy Bible and that I found the Ten Commandments he noted it in his diary. We used to study the Bible, too.


I did not, however, still read those books about the occult. I was done with that stuff. Here is where it gets freaky. When he was asleep, I was reading the Bible and he started to moan in his sleep.
Another friend of my said she thought his chest hurts him. I went over to see if I should call 911. When I got over to him, I heard him talking in another language. Also, his right hand was moving a little over his chest back and forth and he had a strange smile on his face.
I knew within five seconds that there was some one else here. I almost knew who it was. It was like I knew this person before. Steve was young, 25 years old. This person was like a sweet old man. I kept thinking, "What's his name...?"
I wanted to almost hug him. I walked away another one of my friends walked over to me and asked what was going on. I did not say anything, I just looked back over my left shoulder and kept walking away then another person asked the same thing.
I did not say anything to him either. Now, Steve woke and stood up. I watched him from a short distance; he asked if someone would pray with him. I felt I should talk to him. I knew people would just say stupid things to him like, "You're crazy," so at 10 a.m. the next day, we talked about what happened.
He said it was a dream he was having. He drew me a picture of it (he could draw very well). I use to buy his drawings. He said he and his family were at a table and his sister was arguing. She said everything was his fault and he was just agreeing.
Then they were at church. His pastor was there with them and they heard a laugh. His pastor went looking to see were it was coming from. He did this twice, then the devil laughed. The church had two stories; he was on the second. He jumped down then crawled up to Steve and touched his hand and said, "You're mine."
A strange bit: my friends told me they heard a women screaming the night before, opposed to Steve moaning, like I had. I have not heard or seen Steve since then.
Closing thoughts: demons are not like the movies. In a way it's more personal -- like a whole different person has joined the party and knows everyone there and you almost know them, too.

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How To Make Your Own EVP Recordings

In the field of paranormal investigation, one of the easiest and most effective methods of research involves the making of Electronic Voice Phenomena (EVP) recordings. The basic concept behind EVP is that the spirits of those who have passed on through the process of death can utilize the electrical energy in a recording device to implant a message on the media that can be heard when it is played back.

The equipment used to attempt to capture these messages and comments is very simple. Most research is done with micro-recorders, hand-held audiocassette recorders, compact disc or digital recording machines. While preference is currently being given to digital recorders, the older analogue cassette recorders will also function quite well for the work at hand.

A good way to test your equipment to see if it can give the best results is to turn the volume control up as high as it will go or until you can hear the hiss of white noise. Then you will turn the volume back a notch or so and record for a couple of minutes. You will then play the recording back and listen to what background noise can be detected. If all you hear is the normal sounds of your present environment then the recorder will be useful in your pursuit of EVP's. If you instead hear squeals of feedback or other electronic interference then the machine will not serve your purpose.

Once the equipment is tested for effective recording you will want to go to the location you are attempting to contact any spirit entities. Graveyards are very popular for the obvious reasons. There is also some indication that spirits can become "trapped" in the area of a violent or unnatural death, or sometimes even just where they were at the moment of their physical death. These places can also serve as effective locations for EVP recording.

You will want to sit still while recording. Walking around either by yourself or with a group can inadvertently cause you to pick up the noise of footsteps or your companions' conversations and drown out the elusive messages that may be left by the spirits you are seeking. Do not nervously rub the machine as this can cause vibrations that will overshadow the possible EVP. Avoid areas that have strong powerlines around as the electromagnetic field of these power transfer systems often produce an overwhelming electrical hum.

Talk to any possible spirits in the area. Ask questions. Remember to always leave a space of time between questions to allow your target to interject their responses to you. If you have the time, stop every half-hour or so and play back your recording. It is possible that if your questions have been answered, you will be able to reply with more focused questions in the next session for an even better EVP experience.

While some of the more popular and well known paranormal investigators sometimes feel the need to be aggressive or forceful to get an EVP, this is not a recommended tactic. The spirits you are seeking are not playthings for your amusement but the spirit energy of formerly living humans and such rudeness may either offend them into saying nothing or anger them into taking whatever physical effects they can muster to either attack or confound you. Courtesy to those who have passed over is as respectful to the dead as it is to the still corporeal.

After your session, it is important to play back your recordings several times to make sure you have identified all the sounds that are present and make sure you can catch and understand what inexplicable voices as may be on your recording. The voices of EVP's can be sometimes very faint. You may get only a word or two at times and sometimes you may be rewarded with entire sentences. Make sure that you have not recorded some talking by those in your group. This will make the unexplained voices stand out and help prove that you have made contact with some other person who has passed from the mortal realm of existence and into the realm of those who are currently existing solely in an energy form.

Make logs of the times and places you made the recordings. Research the area you are going to and follow up with more if you have caught some conversation on your tape. The entity may help you identify itself beyond a reasonable doubt by letting you know where to find information on its past life.



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Sri Aman Damansara’s Haunted Toilet



I’m not really the kind of person that always experience any ghost or haunting. Not especially when this incident happened still left me feeling doubtful about it. Til this day, the sounds I heard is still clear in my mind although it was already past 2 years. It happened in a very early morning. Me and my sister have decided to go for some international marathon run that was organized every year. Without fail we would join the run just for the fun of it. Since I was staying in OUG, I would drive to my sister’s place at Sri Aman, Damansara where the location of the run held was nearer to her place. This year, however, was slightly different. Her friend decided to join us and since she could not drive, the plan was me driving to my sister’s place then we would car pool to her friend’s house in Kepong.

The plan was going accordingly when upon reaching my sister’s friend’s house my dear sister realized that she forgot to bring her running shoes. Thinking that we still had the time, my sister decided to head back to her house to get her stuff. When we reached Sri Aman’s condominium, me and her friend waited at the car while she took the lift and came back with her shoes. As we were driving out to the guard house, I had a sudden urge to go to the toilet. My sister suggested that I could take a lift up to her house since it was nearby but I thought that it was pretty troublesome since I had to wait for the lift and such. Then my sister suggested to use the toilet located near the swimming pool. I agreed and she stopped nearby.


The toilet had only 2 cubicles, one for the guys and one for the ladies. The toilet for the guys was on the right whereas the toilet on the left are for the ladies. Behind the toilet was some sort of storage area and since it was still early, the place was quite dark. I turned on the lights and headed for the ladies. To tell you the truth, I’m the kind that’s pretty particular about the cleanliness of a toilet and since the toilet was the sitting kind, I thought the better of it and decided to step on the toilet bowl instead.

As soon I as put my right leg on the toilet bowl, I heard someone to my right shouting “Ooi!”. The voice was deep and sounded much like a man’s voice. I was quickly stunned and stopped short putting my left right back on the ground. But since I was already on a super urge to go toilet I didn’t care. This time, I climbed onto the toilet bowl and release myself. In the middle of business, again I heard someone to my right shouting “Ooi!” only this time it was louder and clearer. Goosebumps on the back of my hair raised and I quickly finished my business. At that point of time, I thought that it could be someone at the guys toilet but common sense told me that was impossible since it was still very early in the morning (approximately 4am).

As I ran towards my sister’s car, I glanced behind to take a peek hoping that it was really someone but there was no one at the guys toilet and it toilet was still vacant. In the car, I asked my sister if anyone went to toilet besides me but both she and her friend confirmed that there wasn’t a soul to be seen. Only me. Now, I can only wonder if my action of stepping on the toilet bowl offended them.



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Ghost Story of UUM (University Utara Malaysia), Kedah

University Utara Malaysia was a place that every student knows some form of ghost story. In fact, it was circulated as a true ghost story that before the whole university was built in the middle of no where, the government sent busses empty with passangers in the middle of the site and strictly instructed the bus drivers not to turn around or look back at the rearview mirror. After a while, the bus drivers would drive into another faraway area in the middle of no where. It was said that this action is to “ferry” all the ghosts away from the woods and carry them to their “new home”.


I experienced one myself not long after studying in University Utara Malaysia. You see, I had the habit of returning back to the university after the holidays a day before the class starts. It so happened that it was just after Hari Raya Haji and as usual, the hostel would be particularly quiet as most student are not back from their hometown yet.

It was 11pm when it happened. After studying, I left the book on the table, switched off the lights and left only the study lamp on. You see, I had the habit of leaving the book opened, untouched at the pages where I left off as it would be easier for me to pick up from there. As I was lying on my bed trying to fall asleep, I suddenly heard sounds of pages flipping. Quickly, I got up and looked towards my study table but there was nothing. Again, I tried to go to bed, and as I was falling asleep, I heard noises of someone scratching against the window mosquito net. Immediately, I opened the curtains to check if there was anyone out there. Not even a shadow could be seen.

For the third time I lay on my bed, again I heard 2 knocks on the door. However, I wasn’t sure if it was just my neighbour or my door and I decided to quickly ignore it because if it were my friend looking for me, I would hear persistent knocks. After some time, I started to drift off to sleep. As I was about to drift off to a deep sleep, I could suddenly feel heaviness. I tried to fight it off and as I opened my eyes, I could see a black figure sitting at the other end of my bed staring hard at me. After a while of struggling, I saw the black figure jumping to my roommate’s bed and as mysteriously as it appeared, it disappeared.

The next morning, my friend asked me why I did not answer the door. When I checked with her what time did she come to look for me, she told me it was about 11pm. I swore I could not hear her consistent knocks as she told me she knocked on the door for quite sometime but had no reply from me. 

From: Anonymus

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