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Bintulu" /><category term="Petaling Jaya" /><category term="bruises" /><category term="The Spring" /><category term="Desa Senadin" /><category term="oil and gas" /><category term="dream" /><category term="Sri Aman" /><category term="school" /><category term="accident" /><category term="Damai Beach" /><category term="hostel" /><category term="Additional Details / Story in the Comments" /><category term="Morsjaya" /><category term="holy object" /><category term="St. Joseph" /><category term="Kota Belud" /><category term="Sungai Biawak" /><category term="Grand Continental Hotel" /><category term="Sarawak" /><category term="Miri Bypass" /><category term="Location Info" /><category term="animal" /><category term="Selangor" /><category term="Sunny Hill School" /><category term="S.M.K. Dato Permaisuri" /><category term="suicide" /><category term="offshore" /><category term="Green Road" /><category term="pain" /><category term="Meritz Hotel" /><category term="Civic Centre" /><category term="floating/flying" /><category term="Malacca" /><category term="smell" /><category term="pontianak" /><category term="Sungai Maong" /><category term="hospital" /><title>Momok Ghost</title><subtitle type="html">True ghost stories, mainly from within Sarawak (Kuching, Miri, Bintulu).</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://momokghost.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://momokghost.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267582692570154059/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Momok Ghost</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06887448846921161832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/MomokGhost" /><feedburner:info uri="momokghost" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08MQX8_fCp7ImA9WhZWFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267582692570154059.post-3708017459858238245</id><published>2011-05-18T11:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T11:38:00.144+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-18T11:38:00.144+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="smell" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="S.M.K. Dato Permaisuri" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="possessed" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Miri" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="female" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sarawak" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pain" /><title>S.M.K. Dato Permaisuri Hysteria</title><content type="html">It happened a while ago, but Taz only decided tell this story now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago (end June 2010), there was a well-known hysteria case in SMK Dato Permaisuri, it was quite big news in Miri. That time Taz knew a friend whose sister was working as a teacher there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said it was indeed a very scary happening because there was mass hysteria with school children screaming and crying uncontrollably, but according to her, there were 3 happenings that were the most scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first was when a student was seen walking up a big old tree in front of the school compound "not climbing and not only walking like crawling but walking upright on the tree trunk!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school canteen staff had kept many trays of raw eggs in the canteen for their daily use but said that all their raw eggs stock gave out a very bad smell and had "suddenly turned rotten and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;busuk&lt;/span&gt; for no reason during the hysteria."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third story was when the girls that were "under hysteria" were in the school surau and were being helped by the teachers, but many of the teachers also didn't know what to do. &lt;br /&gt;And one girl was like shouting and crying but when the religious teacher prayed for her she stopped and "went to sleep" calmly, so the religious teacher went to see another student "under hysteria". But when the religious teacher went away, the girl opened her eyes again! &lt;br /&gt;According to Taz, "But her eyes were all black no white at all like the alien movies!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an excerpt from a Borneo Post article: &lt;br /&gt;"They wept, screamed, struggled and fainted inside and outside their classrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a chaotic scene and a hair-raising experience for many of the students, especially those who have never witnessed such an incidence before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The victims who are mostly Form 3, 4, and 5 students cried and screamed (seemingly in great pain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some fainted inside their classrooms, outside the school compound, and under the sheds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is believed to be the first mass hysteria in the state this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also worth noting that it happened just when the PMR trial examinations started yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is where it started first,” a student (who declined to be identified) later pointed out to The Borneo Post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was referring to a Form 3 student who suddenly cried and started screaming inside the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 12.30pm the situation was still not under control as some students sitting in the shed on their way back to school also became hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers tried their best to handle the situation but in truth most of them seemed confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For want of better solutions to the problem, some of the victims were carried to the school surau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shocked father who was informed by a teacher that his daughter was hysterical said he immediately rushed to the school. He took her home to be treated by an ‘ustaz’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of students coming for the afternoon session were shocked upon seeing the mass hysteria. They were soon told to go home for fear that they too might become hysterical."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267582692570154059-3708017459858238245?l=momokghost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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They are from Kuching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when Eve's mum was in her twenties, she often went out to play with her girlfriends, party, and all that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One late midnight, at around 1 am, she was driving, wanting to send her friend back home, when she eventually stopped at this red traffic light somewhere near Civic Centre. The area is near the Sarawak General Hospital (SGH) Kuching. There are several cemeteries in the vicinity too, a Christian one, a Chinese one, and a Muslim one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve's mum felt very curious looking at the car which was in front of her and remarked to her friend, expressing her curiosity that normally no matter how short a person is, when he or she is driving, the driver's figure can normally be seen from the back. Conversely, that night, Eve's mum was not able to see the silhouette of anyone driving the car in front of hers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremely curious, she drove her car to the lane on the right of that car. The car was a very old model white car (Eve's mum could still remember the car license plate number and she mentioned it to Eve, but Eve can't remember the number). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To her surprise, there was nobody driving the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, there was a guy sitting inside on the passenger side, who kept drinking from a bottle of beer. He was drinking non-stop as if someone was making or forcing him to drink more and more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the traffic light turned green and the car moved! &lt;br /&gt;Driven without anyone driving it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refusing to believe what her eyes had just seen, Eve's mum changed lane and chased after the car. &lt;br /&gt;Her friend scolded her, saying that it is already so '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;soi&lt;/span&gt;' (means unfortunate or bad luck) to see such a '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt;', and now for god-knows-why she wanted to chase after it..? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Eve's mum, always the daring and stubborn one, tried her best to chase after the strange car.  &lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately (or fortunately), she came to a turning on the road up and missed the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, strangely, there was another car which was stopped at the side of the road with one &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ah Pek&lt;/span&gt; (old man) standing next to the car. Getting out of the car, Eve's mum went straight up to the man and asked if he had seen a car without any driver passing by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calmly, the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ah Pek&lt;/span&gt; asked Eve's mum to return home immediately. &lt;br /&gt;Back home, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ah Kong&lt;/span&gt; (means "Grandpa", Eve's mum's dad) asked her to bathe with water infused with pomelo leaves, which she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve's mum said the number of the car plate was the same number with the combination of the chinese lunar date and age of Eve's grandma when she passed away. &lt;br /&gt;It might have been either 7071 or 7170 (Eve can't remember which one, and said that she can't ask her mum because she is currently in UK).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Eve, the number has come out in the lottery (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;TOTO&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;4D&lt;/span&gt;) a few times already. &lt;br /&gt;Eve especially remembers it because every time the number comes out, Eve's mum will recall the story of her encounter when she was young.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267582692570154059-8378780898540751852?l=momokghost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Her friend, RS, had been there a few times before and had suggested that they went to check it out because he said that the jetty was very scenic. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strangely, the photos that were taken looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbzEK5QB2xA/TMPVAZmzlII/AAAAAAAAAGA/NiOLAMQv90Y/s1600/IMG_1010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FbzEK5QB2xA/TMPVAZmzlII/AAAAAAAAAGA/NiOLAMQv90Y/s400/IMG_1010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531498970191467650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is the only photo that has been altered / tampered with (just to protect LL's identity). The photo is clear and looks fine. The following photographs were all white and maybe overexposed.. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbzEK5QB2xA/TMPVBbwkj2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/ItunwmzLZkk/s1600/IMG_1026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbzEK5QB2xA/TMPVBbwkj2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/ItunwmzLZkk/s400/IMG_1026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531498987949166434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbzEK5QB2xA/TMPVA8RCDuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HECDUsARDVg/s1600/IMG_1025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbzEK5QB2xA/TMPVA8RCDuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HECDUsARDVg/s400/IMG_1025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531498979495382754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbzEK5QB2xA/TMPVAt0drII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/KqCgS-s2uTQ/s1600/IMG_1023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FbzEK5QB2xA/TMPVAt0drII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/KqCgS-s2uTQ/s400/IMG_1023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531498975617461378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbzEK5QB2xA/TMPVAn3_QDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/62JRdWffqhA/s1600/IMG_1022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FbzEK5QB2xA/TMPVAn3_QDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/62JRdWffqhA/s400/IMG_1022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531498974021632050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbzEK5QB2xA/TMPV8ALSKuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/26ltpp2AQnc/s1600/IMG_1027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbzEK5QB2xA/TMPV8ALSKuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/26ltpp2AQnc/s400/IMG_1027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531499994157296354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbzEK5QB2xA/TMPV8sPMvyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/l8uWy5LpBVs/s1600/IMG_1042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FbzEK5QB2xA/TMPV8sPMvyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/l8uWy5LpBVs/s400/IMG_1042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531500005984878370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This shot was taken in the car, straight after getting in. The camera was back to normal after that.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At that point, RS suddenly recalled that he had tried taking pictures there before and his camera has been unable to take any photos there too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coincidence or "spirit interference" or something else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267582692570154059-5373661471013871046?l=momokghost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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However, many years ago, when he was still a young (new) doctor, he was stationed in Bintulu. &lt;div&gt;He was based in the Bintulu General Hospital. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He used to stay late shifts often, being young and inexperienced. Graveyard shifts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One late night, he was chatting with an old security guard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doctor: "Hello, you dari mane?" (Hello, where are you from?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guard: "Local Bintulu.." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doctor: "Oh, bawa bekal makan ke?" (Oh, did you pack food to eat?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guard: "Tak. Makan sudah.." (No. I already ate..) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The doctor points at a container.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doctor: "Habis, s'tiap hari nampak kamu bawa bekal..?" (But every day I see you carrying this food container..?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guard: "Oh.. Itu.. Itu kawan saya.." (Oh.. That.. That's my friend..) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doctor: "Kawan kamu?" (Your friend?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guard: "Ya.. Dulu dulu masa muda. S'orang kawan baik saya mati kenak acciden.. Saya tak bole buat apa-apa.. Masa itu.. Saya tanya apa dia mau.." (Yes.. Last time when I was young. A good friend of mine died in an accident.. I couldn't do anything.. That time.. I asked him what he wanted..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doctor: "Ya..?" (Yes..?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guard: "Dia jawab, dia mau dengan saya.. Jadi, saya ambil limau kasih lukak dia.. Simpan dia punya roh.." (He said, he wanted to be with me.. So, I took a lime to his wounds.. Kept his soul..) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doctor: "... Ah?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guard: "Ya.. Doktor mau dengar? Tiap malam saya bole cakap dengan kawan.. Dalam bekas ini dia.." (Yes.. Doctor, do you want to hear it? Every night I can speak to my friend.. In this container he's kept..) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guard made a move to open the container. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the doctor said it was fine, he need not open it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spooked, the young doctor hurriedly made his excuses and left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267582692570154059-988978301893810558?l=momokghost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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