It all started when I received the first call and the voice I heard was he repeatedly saying to me “Why I never go see him”. At first, I thought this was some prank and decided to call back to determine what’s this all about and the mobile line seems to be hung up which I had tried calling on numerous occasion.

Then my mind was like telling me who the hell was that playing some prank on me but when I started to look again that mobile number what really came through my mind was that number seems familiar that belongs to my dad I dispelled that believe because he had passed away about 5 years ago. So a couple of days later there again I received the same call around passed midnight. I can’t determine that was his voice I heard but he was saying the same to me “Why I didn’t go see him” and I told him that if you’re not going to stop this prank I’ll have to lodge a police report on your mobile number and he hung up.

After a while, this time strangely he called again using my home number which really surprised me I have already terminated and that number was registered under my dad’s name. I quickly called my other sibling to verify the mobile number and that turns out to my believe was my dad’s mobile number and I told them about this incidence and they got really shocked.

Shortly thereafter, I went out to have late night supper with my cousin along and we were having fish ball noodles at Maxwell Food Centre. While there he called me again using my same home number and this time I tried talking to him asking him how he was but it was really a very short conversation which i hardly understand what was he saying and it seem like he was calling from afar. To my surprise he even said he was hungry too and wanted to eat noodle and that freaked me and I asked him where is he and he said he is at our home coffee shop downstairs and the phone just hung up.

What do you wish to believe if you’re me and are there anyone experience the same like me?

It was a rainy, stormy night and it was one of those night that I cant sleep. So I went to the kitchen and make a cup of Milo before sitting on the sofa at the living room. I was planning to watch some video tapes.

My younger brother was in primary school and he had this habit of covering himself in his huge blanket from head to toe and waking me up at night to accompany him to go to toilet. From his room he had to walk pass the living room to get to the toilet which was located at the kitchen.

On that night, as usual he walk out from his room totally covering in blanket and walked past the living room where I was towards the kitchen toilet. I was already awake and sitting down on the sofa watching TV in the living room so he didn’t ask me to accompany him because maybe he didn’t feel that scared.

Funny I thought, as tonight he didn’t switch on the kitchen and the toilet light like he always did on other nights. But I just ignore him anyway. It was until I felt sleepy and decided to switch off the video tape and TV before proceeding to my bedroom. I then suddenly realized that my younger brother still had not came back from the toilet.

Or maybe he had went back to his room, but I didn’t noticed. So I peered in his bedroom and found his bed was empty. By this time the whole house was dark for I had switched off the light. I then went to the kitchen expecting he will called out to me for ‘leaving him alone there’ in the dark.

When I switched on the kitchen light, I found him, my younger brother, still totally covered in blanket standing outside the toilet.” Are you done? Come lets sleep.” I said to him.But he just stood there and didn’t move.

“Whats wrong?” I went to him and pulled the blanket to take a look at his face, and had the shocked of my life!Because underneath that blanket which I thought was my brother covering himself, was actually nothing!There was nothing underneath that blanket at all! Only empty spaces!

So I tried to keep calm and turn back and proceed towards my bedroom. I just left the blanket at the kitchen floor. The distance at that moments towards my room seems like a long one, for I could felt somebody or something behind me still looking at me.After I reached my bedroom, I quickly closed and locked the door and went to my bed. Not daring to look outside.

The next morning, I asked my younger brother whether he went to the toilet last night. He said no.

It was my friend’s wedding.

To make the story short, the bride that day suddenly screamed in her room. At that moment the Mak Andam was applying make-up on the bride’s face.

When friends and relatives walked in the room to see what happen. The bride was sitting on the bed with her wedding dress. With her long hair covering her face. She was possessed!

Families and friends gathered around her, too scared to be near her. The room was unusually dark even during day times, and the light in the room were creepily flickering.

One of the relatives there, a medicine man tried to communicate and exorcise the spirit that was in the bride’s body.

These are the dialogue between the man and the spirit.

Man: “What is your name?”

Spirit: “Letchmi”

Later we learnt that it was the name of the spirit of an Indian woman.

Man: “What are you doing here? What do you want?”

Spirit: “I don’t know bang. I..Its getting hard to remember all. My stomach and throat is still painful!!”

She starts moaning in pain.

Man: “Why? What happened? Are you hurt?”

Spirit: “Yes..I can remember it now. Yes. he stabbed me! Means I’m…(Spirit starts crying and mumbling something in Tamil.)..no it cant be can you called the ambulance? I’m bleeding now cant you see? Please help me. I’m dying here!”

Man: “No. I cant see you. Who stabbed you? Where are you from anyway? What do you want doing inside this girl’s body?”

Spirit: “What you talking bang? You see bang. Raju my husband came to my workplace at the factory in Ulu Klang. He was holding his favorite huge Rambo knife. He stabbed me here many times(pointing at her stomach). He then cut my throat. Very painful. Now my head keeps falling behind due to the deep wound. You can see now I’m holding my head together to keep it from falling behind. You can see it cant you?”

It was clearly the spirit didn’t realized that she is dead

Man: “I’m sorry but I think you are dead. This is not your body. You can look at the mirror, if you don’t believe.”

Spirit turn to the mirror, and looked shocked and stunned. Then she starts crying again while mumbling in Tamil that was later told by the man to be some sort of Indian prayer

Spirit: “I..I remember. After you told me, then I remember. Please take me back to Ulu Klang. I want to go back home, to see my children.Hah? No! Go away(Spirit talking to a blank space near the room window at the 2nd floor of that house) They..They are here now. They are taking me away! Bang don’t let them take me away first! Let me see my children first! Aaayeee!!!!!!!!”

She suddenly passed out. Man tried to woke the bride up by sprinkling some praying water.

The bride woke up unaware what was happening. We told her that she had just fainted.

Later we learnt that there was indeed, a murder case that happened in one of the factories at Ulu Klang 4 years ago!

An Indian young mother of two was stabbed 28 times in the stomach by her husband in a jealous rage. The enraged husband than sliced his wife throat so deep that she was nearly decapitated. It was also learned the woman was having an affair at her workplace in the that factory. The killer was caught and sentenced to death.

We feel sorry for the woman’s restless soul. May she rest in peace.

Our unit is located at the far end corner of the block next to the back gate garden overlooking a lush of peaceful greenery nature. The view could just sooth one’s mind because of its serenity.We are also the first to occupied the unit of that block, and the security with the management knew us immediately. The rest of the unit was still vacant at that time.

At first me and hubby didn’t find anything wrong or creepy here as the interior design were very modern and high-tech, we have the elevator to ourselves that connected from the car park lobby straight up directly to our unit. There will be times when the elevator moved on its own opening and closing by itself but no one is inside. We thought it was a technical problem, so we informed the management and technician, but all claimed that it is impossible for the lift to move by itself, for only we have the access card and only we can use the lift. Strange….

The horrible incident started when my elder daughter Michelle complained that while she was sleeping,according to her, a huge, tall man came into the room, to her bed, lifting up her shirt and began touching and rubbing her stomach, tracing her delicate rib cage with his long , sharp fingernails and playfully poking her belly button. She tried to get away but found out that she was mysteriously ‘paralyzed’ and couldn’t move a muscle. So she do nothing but slept in fear till the next morning.

The details was so disturbing that it caught my attention for the only man living here is my husband, her dear own sweet daddy.Which other man that was obviously molesting her was she talking about? I ask her if it was daddy that did that, and she said no…

I tried to comfort her assuring her that it was probably a nightmare, Meanwhile according to her the ‘touching’ by the mysterious man continued even though i went into the room and check on her once in a while while she was asleep. It must be her imagination or so I thought. So for the rest of the night, what I did was I turned on one of the living room spotlight which was near their bedroom, so it will not be too dark, and it works, the ‘touching incident stop after that, but thats not all.

One hot sunny afternoon, which was a school holiday, my two daughters were playing at the playground downstairs with the maid, while I was all alone in the unit doing my cooking in the kitchen. Suddenly someone slap my back, quite hard. When I turn around there was no one there. In fact there were no one at all in the house at that moment! The house which was bright before this suddenly became very dark as though there was someone standing by the window blocking the sunlight from shining in. I felt extremely scared all of a sudden and felt something evil was lurking around. It was a shocking experience and all I wanted was to get away from there. My legs were turning wobbly as I made my way to the door and out of the house. As I closed the door I thought I heard some noise inside. The sound of my furniture being moved. I quickly went downstairs to join my two daughters, and my maid.

One day I had a bad dream. In my dream, a huge, scary looking three metre tall bald man, with large green eyes, told me that his name is Marlech, and he claimed himself as what the humans will called him…a demon. He also told me that he is 978 years old and had been living in the vicinity for a very long time. The most scary thing was that he said to me that he hates my family and claimed that we are too ‘noisy’ in his ‘territory’. He also warned that he will haunt all of us except my younger daughter Nikky for she was still young and innocent. But to me, a dream is just a dream,so I tried to forget the whole thing.

Mysterious haunting and poltergeist then began to happen. Till it began to become parts of our daily lives as the days goes by, living in fear and discomfort in our dream home. What makes us strong was the whole family didn’t actually believe in ghost and we tried to assure ourselves by finding some reasonable and logical explanation for each incident. Maybe except for Rozel, she was so scared that she moves in and slept in our daughters bedroom every night. For she claimed a man’s voice kept calling her from the kitchen(her room was next to the kitchen). All these incident happen when my husband was away at work, even during day times.

Strange happenings like lights switching on and off by itself, sounds of footsteps and male hoarse voices whispering and laughing around the house, furniture and objects moving on its own occurred everyday challenging our disbelieves on the supernatural. During the day, no matter how big i open the windows to get the sunlight in. the house still seems dark and dim to the point that I had to switch on the lights in the bright, hot, sunny day everyday.

The haunting went worse, my young petite maid, Rozel who was showering one night suddenly screamed in the shower. She ran out nakedly and wet still screaming that a pair of huge, strong pale hands with sharp fingernails were hugging her exposed waist from behind as she was showering. She refused to work in the house. The next day, after packing her bags she gave me her resignation letter. We had no choice but to let her go even though she is under contract.

My two girls and me always felt something was trying to pushed us when walking around the house. Whenever we felt that way, there will be this stench of rotting meat like the smell of a dead rat in our surrounding. While I myself saw a glimpse of a huge, tall figure dashing from the living room to the kitchen on that one night when the whole family just arrived home from shopping. Its height was to the extend that his head nearly touch the ceiling! When I on the lights, there was no one there.

My husband who doesn’t believe in ghost and the incidents which I told him sprained his back when one morning while sitting down eating his breakfast, in front of our eyes, the chair which he was seating down were suddenly yanked and pulled back by a strong and unknown invisible force.

One stormy rainy night, my two daughters suddenly screamed from their bedroom awaking me and my husband. Michelle who was in tears complained that the huge, tall man who used to ‘touched’ her, came into the room and threatening to rip open her tummy and pulled out all her intestines just to eat the dinner that my daughter had just ate earlier. Michelle told me that the ‘man’ or demon if I might say was angry for she didn’t left some of the dinner for him to eat! It was the most horrible, disturbing details and explanation that I had ever heard coming out from my daughter’s mouth. We slept together that night.

My two daughters were diagnosed with mysterious hysterical fever the following day, so I thought it was the last straw. Not wanting to take any chances together we packed our bags and started to stay at my parents place. Mysteriously both my daughters recovered from their fever after that. We called a priest and monks to exorcise the house but they told us that its better if we do not stay here.because that thing will harm my two daughters.

So our unit and our once dream home were later rented out to some foreigners. Strangely the new tenants didn’t complained about any unusual happenings.

I didn’t believe in supernatural myself, but this is one of hell of my experience and had taught me that…..paranormal existence DO exists!!

One day we both went to her university and she showed me their auditorium or as they call it the “Grand Hall”. She told me that one day I will be watching her performing center stage.

She was a child prodigy when it comes to violin playing, her parents were both music instructors in high school. During one of our lunches together she told me that they’re rehearsing for a performance to commemorate the founding of the university and that she’s been chosen as part of lead tier violin. We spent less time after that.
6 months later, I received a call from her asking to borrow my violin, yes , the one she bought for me earlier. I asked her “doesn’t the school provide for those?” but she simply insisted to borrow mine. I still haven’t got the chance to talk to her for several more months, whenever I call her at home her parents would tell me she’s gone practicing for the upcoming performance.

A few days later, she met with in person and was quite frustrated. She told me she feels she’d be bumped back as 4th tier violin. Now I never once doubted her skills but I found it strange how she came to feel this way or what made her feel this way. She never pondered further and we ended up practicing in her house. Again, she proved to be an exquisite violin player after the practice so I asked her why she thinks she’d be moved to the 4th tiers. She said first of all, the reason she had to borrow my violin is that every morning, upon arriving at auditorium, she’d find her violin missing and there are each player are given one, being a freshman she didn’t want the seniors to think she’s irresponsible.

I then decided to accompany and watch her perform solo in the Grand Hall and perhaps give her some moral support. It was 5 in the morning and we were the only ones in the school (at least it felt that way) upon entering, Colleen stared at the stage and sighed, dumbfounded I looked at the stage but found it empty except for two chairs in the middle. She walked up the stage and sat at the right chair. I can’t help but notice how she would look beside her as if she’s with somebody on stage. I did not delve any further into it and just sat myself in one of the folding padded seats in the audience. After watching her play, as I was about to ask why she kept glancing to her left, she asked what I thought of the performance. I replied in an effort to debunk whatever it is I felt by saying “Your performance was great!”

I felt myself turn ashen when she suddenly mentioned “what do you think of my violin partner?” I wanted to reiterate that she was the only one on stage but thankfully some students started to arrive. On our way home, as I was trying to shake the uneasy feeling I got from what she said earlier she said “that is why I felt I might get pushed back to 4th tier, i mean you saw how she played, right?”. Fearing the “other” violinist is a rather “unfriendly” entity, I decided to get Colleen to practice later in the day instead of mornings. Big mistake.

Now that Colleen’s been practicing at 12 in the afternoon, she told me she feel happy that she just might make it to top tier. Then on the day of the performance, as I took my seat and the lights were turned low, I noticed a rather tall woman seated at the front row, to my horror this woman turned slowly at me and revealed her pale face and smiled at me menacingly! That’s when I noticed I was alone in the auditorium and the woman stood up with her hand outstretched pointing at me, holding a violin in the other. I ran for dear life.
When I told my friend about my ordeal, she smiled and I suddenly realized she’s been staring at me. It wasn’t my friend anymore and I just ran out of her house without looking back.

My family moved out the following year to a different city. I never saw again.

After goes to my last seeing her on the middle of the house with the white wrapped cloth from top head to feet and a tie of the ending cloth on her head. She was in pale yellowish face and two teeth heading out. Next day night mum told me not to open doors if anyone is there and just answers them until mum back from her bath. Unfortunately I was watching movie at the hall and i heard a adult boy’s voice calling my mum aunty few calls of opening the door saying I’m Boboy here.(Malay Translate)’Aunty ..buka pintu Boboy ni ..’since she have two sons and usually all of them come backwards to house for the nearby way. I replied him wait a while I’m coming.(Malay Translate)’Kejap ..i datang ni’. I totally forgot my mum’s aware sentence and took of the door key to open the gate before the door. For the lucky gap I’m not really use to open the back door since the lock having some improper opening and closed up. At the moment I’m trying to open the lock I suddenly saw a bright flash of Pochong’s shadow placing its face on the window of the kitchen next to the door which I’m trying to unlock!My heart beats just reach top to my pulse and i just left the key by running away to hall and cover my face with my two hands My mum came out of bath and i told her what happened to myself.

The distance from the party venue to the exit gate of the park was about 10 minutes’ walk away. I had no problem finding my way out. Most of the crowd were concentrated at the fishing pond where late night anglers came to relax together. I continued walking until I arrived near the main gate.

The main gate faced the well-lit busy main road. A wire fence separated the park from the public footpath and road. I was walking towards the main gate when my head suddenly turned towards the left thus looking through the wire fence. In a very quick glimpse, I saw what I had read and heard about but never witness in my life.

In that second when I turned my head, I saw a figure all wrapped up from head to toe in white cloth with the face exposed. I saw the facial features. The figure was hopping hurriedly towards the fence. When I blinked my eye, the figure disappeared.

Wa lau!!! What luck I had that night! I coolly hasten my footsteps, started reciting supplication repeatedly asking for God’s protection and lowered my gaze. When I crossed the gate exit, I saw 3 boys who were on their way to the park to fish. I was glad to see them.

I wasted no time and hurriedly crossed the busy road to catch my bus. I dared not look behind throughout the ordeal.

Being adventurous, they explored every nook and cranny of the school compound. One of their favorite haunts was the vacant school quarters which used to be home to the former school caretaker and his young family. There were 2 quarters which were located at the other end of the vast school field and building and near a power station. On the right hand side stood a row of private terraces and on the other side was the forest.

My brother and his friends played in and around this quarters occasionally. The doors were unlocked so they had free access to every room and the backyard.

One afternoon, they explored that place merrily as they had done many times before. While they were playing hide-and seek around the quarters, they suddenly heard something. They stopped dead in their tracks and screamed their hearts out before running away from the quarters like headless cockroaches. Since that afternoon, they never returned to that quarters again.

My brother related me this encounter a few times but he did not tell me what he and his friends heard. I thought the disturbance they encountered came from within the vacant quarters but my brother said no. He finally told me what had happened that day.

They were playing in that quarters when they suddenly heard a high-pitched female laughter that originated from the power station. That power station was located at the edge of the school field and was several metres away from the quarters. Surrounding that power station were rows of terraces.

The school is now gone but the power station is still there now. After hearing my brother’s story, I dare not walk past that area again.

However before leaving the room, suddenly I heard a heavy breathing sound which was coming from the corner of the room. It was those sound that sounded like “someone being stabbed and bleeding to death, heavy breathing”. I remember that during that time I wasn’t afraid but more curious instead. Later when the rest of the cousin left, my family was one of the last to stay behind to clean up. I was bored and decide to “investigate” what that “sound” was. Going up to the room , I remember I was feeling a little scared and left the door ajar. At first , I didn’t hear the heavy breathing sound , then it came again, this time it was very clear to me “the sound” was coming from that corner of the room. It was so clear that i could hear it coming from a certain spot, I stared really hard but couldn’t see anything at all. Suddenly, the door slam shut, i got frighten and ran out of the room and stairs. My dad saw me and ask me what happened, i told it was nothing.

Later when I was going home and we were walking towards the car, i remember that I kept feeling something on my shoulder, its like someone touching you very gently on your shoulder..or like there was cobwebs on your shoulder feeling. And I kept trying to brush it. My dad saw it and asked me, “Why you keep scratching your shoulder? , it was only when my dad swept my shoulder then the feeling went off. I didn’t think of it as when i reach the car, was so tired I fell asleep.

Remember that when i came home, I was so tired that i quickly washed up and when to bed. Remembered that somehow when I laid on my bed, I was lying very straight, with my both hands on my side. ( to this day, I am afraid to sleep with both hands on my side ) then as i was drifting off to sleep, I heard the heavy breathing sound again! I started to panic and my eyelid were very heavy, just about closing and there it was, in front of me, I saw this white outline smoke standing looking down at me. I screamed but somehow my mouth and my body just froze and I couldn’t breath, I felt as if this thing was pressing against me. In that few moments, I remembered this song which I used to learn in church where it thought me how to cast out evil spirits and i shouted, just to hear myself suddenly coming back to life, shouting out the last word and sweating profusely. I remembered that before sleeping I saw the clock it was 1205 and when I looked at it again, it was 1205 but somehow I felt that it was like 20 mins or more. That night, I remembered that i was so afraid that I prayed till I fell asleep.

Later in the morning, I asked my mum and sister if she heard me shouting, she said yes and ask me why? I told them and they told me that it was probably a bad dream since I wasn’t too sure it was asleep or half awake. in the following nights, I could sometimes hear the heavy breathing sound and each time i heard it i will start to pray and then i don’t hear it anymore.

Very soon, i started to “get used to it” since nobody believe me, I decided to keep it to myself,

It was until 2 weeks later, in the evening around 830 pm, I was fully awake doing my tuition work when suddenly, I heard the “heavy breathing sound” I got a shock and I was doing my tuition work in front of a mirror and i looked up at the mirror, just to see “it” a white smoke outline of a figure drifting into my room, and there it was, standing behind me. This time, I remembered that I wanted to be sure that I wasn’t imagining things and I turned around and stared at it for at least 3 seconds.

Strangely, I wasn’t that frighten during that time and this time, I shouted really loudly to cast it away, then I saw it drifted out of the window. Because i shouted so loudly, my dad thought I was crazy. and that was the last time I ever saw it again .

Many years later , my sister and I happened to talk about ghost stories and we happened to talk about this incident again. Back then, she always told me that it was a bad dream that I had, then she told me actually after that incident, she also saw it but she didn’t tell anyone because she thought no one would believe her, she didn’t tell me back then because she didn’t want me to be afraid more than I should.

On the first day of the 7th month, I was with my best friend, Megan chit chatting and gossiping happily while we’re walking to Mcdonalds.

Out of a sudden we heard someone calling our name, she sounded like a old lady at her 90s. I wanted to turn back when but Megan quickly stopped me from turning back. She hold my hand and ask me, “Why are you not scared at all?”

“Scared of what? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I replied. Megan whispered in my ear, “That thing …”. I gave her a weird look and says, “What thing?”. “The thing floating around..” she said with her sweater covering her face. “What thing floating around? You mean ghosts?”

“Shhh !! Not so loud ! It’s hungry ghost festival today!” I laugh and laugh as loud as I could and told her that Ghosts are fake. However, she didn’t believe me and continued covering her face with her sweater until we reach McDonalds. After having our dinner at McDonalds, while we were walking home we heard the old lady again! I turned back but there was no one there. I thought that the old lady walked away but I was wrong, very wrong. We quickly pressed the lift button and get into the lift. Suddenly, the lift stopped moving, the lights are off. We couldn’t see each other as it was TOO dark, I took out my mobile phone and realized that the battery is flat, damn! Megan lend me her phone and we were trying to contact the lift management. Unfortunately, there wasn’t any reception. Out of a sudden, the door opened an old lady with long white hair walked into the lift . She looked at me and says, “Little girl, could you do me a favour?”. I looked at her and say to her her, “Of course, are you a human or a ghost”) she smiles and reply me, “27/12/2009 was my grand daughter’s birthday, I went to a nearby bakery shop and bought a small slice of cake for her, when I was crossing the road I met an car accident. My family was very poor we have to squeeze in a 1 room flat”. And from that moment onwards I believed that Ghost exists. I asked her what did she want me to do and she say that she want me to go to her house and buy her grand daughter a birthday cake. She gave me her address and thanked me and disappeared. The lift is working again! I shouted happily we quickly run home and took a bath. On the next day, I went to the old lady’s house and bought a cake for her grand daughter, I told them that the old lady told me to do so and they thought that I was lying to them but the old lady’s grand daughter believed me and kept the cake with her.

Although the others did not and they even took a broom to chase me out of the house, but luckily I’ve already bought the cake for her grand daughter. And from that day onwards, I never see the old lady again. This story is true! I swear and cross my heart that I ain’t lying at all.