Scary Ghost Stories

The Screaming Vampire at the Deserted Lane on Your Way Home

2011-05-04T21:52:00.000-07:00

It was difficult for Aaron at first to believe about scary ghost stories, spirits, supernatural, and so forth. Sometimes he protested when his friends told stories about strange happenings or mysterious occurrences. It was not because he was afraid but because he did not believe it.

But the incident three months ago had changed his perception. Finally he had to admit that the stories of horror, supernatural and spirits, do exist in this world. Indeed, the incident was so difficult for him to forget, and it was still fresh in his memory.

A very scary incident that occurred on a quiet lane located not far from the factory he was working made Aaron shiver every time he recalled it. Indeed, it was such a quiet lane but he had to pass through it each time he returned from work. But Aaron has been using the quiet alley for almost four years. He had never come across any strange creature or supernatural.

A lot of his friends have reminded him about the road though. Despite the horror stories he heard, even hundreds of advice has been received, but Aaron remained stubborn even though he knew the road is almost totally deserted.

Actually Aaron had no choice. The quiet lane is a shortcut for him, whether to go to work or to return home. Aaron worked as a journalist at a magazine publishing company. Because his working hours are not fixed sometimes he had to go home late at night due to the completed assignments he had. Sometimes he had to go through the lane even at two in the morning.

In the beginning the lonely path was not actually deserted because many factory workers were there since it is an industrial area. But since a year or two in recent years, factory workers rarely used the alley as the spread of the ghost stories and ghost vampires who resembles a small boy.

Even if people do not dare to use the quiet lanes, but still Aaron was stubborn enough. Until one night, after he completed his work, Aaron started his car and headed home. But on the way home before he reached the quiet lane, Aaron stopped at a food stall because he saw two of his friends, Shawn and Matt. They chatted until none of them remembered that the hour had been crawling pass midnight.

His watch showed that the time was already 12.45 am. It was a night with a full moon. Matt and Shawn did not return through the quiet lane. Although invited by Aaron, Shawn and Matt still refused to drive through the alley. However, Aaron had no other choice. Whether he liked it or not, Aaron was forced to drive through the quiet lane.

On the way home, Aaron’s heart suddenly pounded hard. His eyes glanced to the right and left, watching the lane carefully. When he was halfway through, he snapped. A visible face of a woman appeared suddenly in front of him. Aaron paused. His thoughts and feelings began to recall what had been described by his colleagues. But Aaron strengthened his courage.

No longer able to keep being brave, Aaron opened his car door and ran outside. But the woman followed her effortlessly. When she became closer to him, his nose suddenly sniffed something so fragrant. He never smelled a fragrance that was so sweet. He couldn’t resist but to inhale deeply. It is impossible to ignore the temptation. Aaron stopped running and stood still, as if in a trance.

Suddenly Aaron remembered where he was. Quickly, Aaron covered his nose. He continued to run without caring whether the woman is in front of him or at the back. He bowed his

head down. He kept running faster and faster. But no matter how fast he ran, the stronger the scent pierced into his nostrils.

At that very moment the story about ghosts came to disturb his mind, and Aaron thought about his friends who had always been reminding him about it. One of his friends told him that if he noticed the smell of perfume, avoid inhaling the scent because it was actually coming from a vampire. Remembered that, Aaron immediately held his breath for a moment.

All of a sudden the woman was in front of him. She looked up to face Aaron. Aaron braved himself and threw back a fierce glare. They locked eyes for a few seconds. Aaron saw there was a peculiarity in her face. Her face was white, she had red lips and long hair past the shoulders.

All the hairs stood on Aaron’s body. He couldn’t move, he felt as if stiffed or held by something. He tried to move but not successful. His legs felt so heavy. His eyes continued to catch sight of her face that began to change. Starting with a smile her face turned into a ruffian. Teeth that were arranged prettily before suddenly turned into sharp jaws – she had obviously turned into the composition of a creepy monster.

Her hair was such a mess, followed by scary laughter that broke the quietness of the deserted lane. With a scary face, the woman approached Aaron. He tried to flee, but his legs was as if he was stepping on a road loaded with sticky glue. With all his might, he continued to struggle and finally he managed to scream as hard as he could, then fell down to worship the ground.

The following morning, Aaron was discovered by an elderly woman who happened to walk through the quiet lane. After getting help, Aaron was eventually sent home. He was obviously still in a shock. Aaron described that the woman’s face turned blue - clearly Aaron was not excited at all about it.

Aaron stayed in bed with a high fever for three days and according to her mother, Aaron talked in his sleep. It happened especially at around 1:00 or 2:00 am. Finally, to cure Aaron his mother called an expert on traditional medicine.

With God’s permission, he finally managed to heal even though it took a long time. Since the incident, Aaron always believed stories told by his colleagues. Aaron is now no longer using the quiet lane.

Scary Ghost Stories 2 - A Head On The Grave

2010-01-15T00:39:00.000-08:00

Scary Ghost Stories 2 : A Head On The Grave

Scary Ghost Stories 2 : Related by a young man. "When I was small I used to follow my father to the musolla. Sometimes I followed him to far away places and sometimes I just accompanied him to nearby places. I like being with him, besides being a good son I really like to sit at the back seat of his motorbike, and to have adventurous journey almost every night. I like the weather at night, especially when the wind was blowing cold towards my neck.

One night, as usual I followed my father. However, that night we didn't travel by his motorbike because my mother was coming along. We went by car. Actually during the day we went to Malacca just for fun, shopping and sight seeing. On our way back my father headed straight to the musolla because there was going to be a speech on that night and we were going to be late if we went home first. When we arrived, no parking space was available near the musolla, so my father had to park his car beside the graveyard. My father went inside, but my mother and myself waited in the car because the speech was going to end in half an hour. My mother asked me to lock all doors, so I did what my mother told me to do. While I was locking the doors, I accidentally looked at the graveyard. I looked everywhere within the graveyard and saw several banana trees. I wondered whether the trees were producing fruit or not.

Suddenly, I saw something weird on a grave located just three meters from where I was sitting in the car. It was a head, and I was sure with what I saw. The head was sitting just beside the tomb. I called my mother, but she didn't answer. I looked again, and I saw the head was showing a smirk at me. I felt very scared and kept calling my mother but she didn't answer me. I began to panic when suddenly I heard a knock on the car window. It was my father.

"Dad! Look! Over there!" I told my father about what I saw but he didn't see it. I looked at the spot again, but the head was gone. I was very sure it was there before, but then it was gone! I asked my mother whether she saw it or not, since she sat in front and the grave is nearer to her. She said she was sleeping just then and didn't see anything before she closed her eyes.

I was disappointed because I couldn't prove what I saw to my parents. I was scared, very scared indeed but I kept everything inside. It happened 16 years ago but the memory still lingers inside my heart. Now I've moved out, following my father but occasionally I pass through the same graveyard again but now I am using my own car. I will look at the particular spot every time I pass by.

Scary Ghost Stories 1

2010-01-10T18:42:00.001-08:00

Scary ghost stories will haunt you after you finished reading. If you are the type of person who likes to be scared, this is the right place for you. If not, leave immediately because I'm afraid you can't take the shocking scary feeling that you will get as the impact from reading the stories... Make sure you are ready now because the story is going to start in the second paragraph. If you are scared but still want to chill yourself with ghosts... find a friend to accompany you. Let's get ready now... the story is going to start now!

Scary Ghost Stories 1: Related by a student girl living in a hostel. "This thing happened while I was in the third semester. I was having a heavy menstrual, and I stayed back with other peers for our examination. All juniors were back at home, enjoying their holiday. Many beds were empty then. That night, after studying last minute I found it hard to go to sleep. It was past midnight, and I was really worried and anxious without knowing why. I struggled to close my eyes, and after a difficult half an hour of twisting and turning I managed to drift off to sleep. But...

"Just a few moments after a brief sleep, I was awaken by a strange, loud noise. I've never heard such a weird sound before in my life. Of all the scary ghost stories I've read before, this experience was extraordinarily different. I tried to gain control of my courage, and I turned my head to search for the source of the noise. I was terrified when I saw it. It was very, very scary. Helped by the dim light from the corridor outside my cube, I saw the head of a hideous ghost without a body, sitting at the bed opposite mine, and she was combing her long hair. Her position was upside down, with her long hair reaching the ceiling. I woke up a friend beside me, but she was sleeping like a corpse.

"This incident was not ordinary like other scary ghost stories. The sound became really loud. The creature continued combing her hair, and I was sure I saw those pair of red eyes looking my way. I really didn't know what to do... so I hid myself under the blanket, and pressed my pillow against my ears to shut off the eerie sound. It didn't work. The noise became louder. I read some of the versus to chase away ghosts, and five minutes afterward the sound gradually became slower and slower... and finally gone. But I didn't dare to turn around. Who knows, if suddenly the creature was already sitting in front of me, snarling and showing her sharp teeth? I didn't want to even imagine that...

"I drifted off to sleep once again, mixed with fear and fatigue. I woke up again by the first rise and shine sound of other students, walking and pacing along the corridor. I got up from bed, and as I turned my head towards the wall, I saw a huge, long and ugly stretch of scratch marked the whole of the wall above my bed, and it originated from the place I put my head last night.

"Shocking. That's the word I think most suitable to match how I felt that morning. It is by far, going to be one of the scary ghost stories you will remember for a long time."

Head smiling at the shoe racks

2010-01-06T05:47:00.000-08:00

Before we bought the house, it was vacant for 13 years. My neighbor said that he had spent the night in the house for the purpose of calling spirits - he wanted to buy the Magnum lottery numbers. He dreamt that night, and in his dream...

At the backyard there were a wedded couple with white heads. The husband sat on the ground and always pointing to the south. The wife sat at the doorway with a blade in her hand. In front, a vague entity was standing just beside the wall to a bedroom. Outside, a black spirit with fiery hair sat at the gateway waiting for passersby.

In the bedroom, a young girl dressed in red is seen crawling on the walls. And a head was smiling at the shoe racks at the entrance...

I was relieved because it was only a dream!

The Haunted House : The History

2009-12-07T20:17:00.000-08:00

We've already paid the downpayment for the house. It means we are really serious in buying the house. Yeah, I am very determined to own it, since it is such a large compounded house and I don't think we would be able to find another property this good at a very low price. However, the owner didn't give us the key yet, because we still didn't get any loan providers to settle the balance payment for the property.

We made the payment at the legal office where the owner had suggested. We found out the legal company's service was excellent, and every process ran smoothly. Afterwards, my husband suggested that we go and visit our 'new house' since he had already taken a day leave from work. I agreed. We went there and parked our car in front of the entrance.

This time it was daylight and everything can be seen clearly. The horror scenery we saw the other night had now turned into an ugly scenery, because it was obvious the house needed repair in all aspects. Its exterior paintings had turned out dirty and disgusted to look at.

I sighed. Oh well. It might be hard work for the next six months for us, since we don't actually have the money to hire people to do the repairs. Nevertheless, my husband is talented. Even though he is not a contractor, he knows how to do it himself. So I agreed with him and I offered myself to help him do the repair. It would save us a lot of manpower costs. We buy the things, we fix it ourselves.

The nearest weekend, we went there to start working. The grasses were as tall as our heads, and it felt impossible to cut them all. However, two of my husband's friends offered to help without any pay. Thank God! So the four of us started working. I didn't cut the grass, but I helped them carry the grass to the disposal ground.

It was already midday, and the sun was shining so brightly. I felt a little dizzy, so I went to the entrance door which was still locked and rested my back at the door grill. While resting, I looked inside and wondered when could we all go inside and see the interior.

Suddenly... I felt uncomfortable. I felt as if something was looking at me from a hiding place upstairs. My mind started to say things, and to imagine things. I quickly looked toward the stairs but nothing was there. But my heart kept feeling something was there at the peak of the stairs. I don't know what it was but something was there. I kept the feeling to myself.

That evening, when we were ready to go back, we met with a neighbor. He lived just next door. My husband asked, whether there were any strange things like ghosts or something that had happened before. He didn't want to give a straight answer, but his face told us there was something.

It's okay. Next week we'll come again and we'll ask for more information. I was scared but at the same time excited. We have bought the house, and no matter what we have to deal with it.

The Haunted House?

2009-12-02T19:53:00.000-08:00

I was really desperate to find a new house to live. Mine now sucks, because the next door and the front door neighbors were turning out to be useless friends. They seemed nice at first, then gradually turned nasty and rude. I suspected it was pure jealousy. I don't understand why people around me, especially the same gender are usually jealous of me or offended by what I said. I never found faults in anybody, but they usually found faults in me. Heck. I don't want to think about it too much. What I should do now is to find a new place. Here, this place is starting to make be beaten up, because it's very difficult to ignore their voices outside my front door, saying rude things about me - frankly speaking, badmouthing me and backstabbing me.

That morning, my husband said. "You can start looking for any advertisement on the net. I would prefer a landed home and not flats, condos or apartments. Not like what we are living in now. It sucks. What do you think?"

"The same thing," I replied. Yeah. I really feel the same thing. It was hard living in a condominium, even though we have somewhat luxurious facilities such as swimming pool, maintenance are done for us, two parking spaces, a gym, our own musolla, playground for kids and efficient security. Despite all that, my neighborhood was never good. What I mean is I was so unfortunate to have two jealous neighbors and it made my husband and my life miserable.

So I searched the internet, and after half an hour searching I found what I was searching for. It was a good property. It was a double-storey, corner lot terrace, with spacious land of approximately 3,500 square feet. The price? It was amazingly low. In my country this type of property is usually priced at least RM300k, but they offer only RM95k. I quickly called the number provided in the advertisement slot.

A woman picked up. She confirmed she was the owner of the property, and she wanted to sell it immediately. She said it would be better if she sells directly to us, rather than using the service of an agent. It would save both of us around RM6k each, i.e. the seller and the buyer side. I put our conversation on KIV and quickly called my husband to confirm. He said he was also interested and I made an appointment to meet the owner that very night after my husband finished work. The owner agreed.

That night, there I was, standing in front of the property. The owner was not lying, it was a corner lot, double-storey terrace. And the land was huge, in fact I noticed it had the biggest land in the housing area. It had a huge pool beside the entrance gate and a base built up for a beautiful garden tent. But...

It was indeed a very ugly house. It was ugly because it was very old. I noticed there was no gate at the entrance, most probably had been stolen because nobody lived there. There was no electricity, i.e. the wirings had to be made again. The roof had to be repaired because damage had been done. Holes of bats were many.

I looked deep into my husbands' eyes. I asked him mentally, what do you think? Then I asked him, and surprisingly he said yes. Slowly... I begun to realize that it was a lifetime opportunity to own a house with such a huge land area. I prayed silently and hoped everything would be okay. I made a deal with the owner, since I am better in direct communication compared to him. I managed to reduce the price to RM93, and walla! The house was going to be ours!

After the owner had gone, my husband took my hand and guided me into the house compound. It was actually a very scary scenery, since the whole land was covered with grass as high as our heads. There was no clear land to step onto, but my husband guided me carefully and shoved the grasses gently aside so that we could get through to the entrance door.

I was scared of so many things. First, snakes. Then, maybe ghosts. Old houses are usually haunted. Many people say so. And this house was no exception. We managed to pull through the entrance, but it was locked. However, we could look inside because the sliding door was no longer there, only the grills were intact. Somebody had interest with the sliding door, and had stolen it too.

Yeah... the house was ugly. The floor was basic cement, and the walls had cracks and holes in so many places. There were so many repairings to be done. No lights were intact, neither any fans nor electrical gadgets like switches on the wall. The paints on the wall was white, but it looked dirty. I looked at the stairs, and it looked so glum due to darkness. I wonder how upstairs would look like, since the owner gave us a condition that she would only give us the keys to the house after we pay her the downpayment.

There was a little store room under the stairs, but without a door. So I was free to look into it, but it was dark and scary. I imagined so many scary things were hiding in the house. I think I saw a shadow moving, but maybe it was just my imagination? Despite the feeling, I was determined to own the house, because I know both of us could turn it into a beautiful home later.

I went home that night with mixed feelings. I looked at my husband and he felt the same thing too. What we didn't know was the history of the house. And the history was only known to us later.

If you want to know what was the history of the house, please be tuned onto the next chapter of this short story. Until then, have a good day and enjoy yourself in my blog!

Sundal Bolong Final Chapter - The Inner Peace

2009-12-01T16:58:00.000-08:00

"Thanks for being here. I really appreciate it," uttered Hamzah sincerely. The presence of Imam Samad really had saved him, because without Imam Samad, Hamzah was sure he would never have gained his courage and therefore surrendered totally to the evil Malika.

"It's nothing actually. You would do the same if I were in your shoe," replied Imam Samad, showing a little smile on his dry lips.

Hamzah nodded in agreement. Imam Samad was his best friend, and he knew he could always depend on him. But that night, he wasn't sure how Imam Samad had found him. He was perfectly sure he hadn't told Imam Samad he was coming over to his house. Maybe it's just meant that Imam Samad was to be his rescuer. It had all been pre-written by God.

"What do we do now?" Imam Samad showed a concerned gesture. His eyebrows were the number one story teller, making his face look pretty obviously worried.

"Nothing more, nothing less. We just wait," said Hamzah, controllably calm despite looking at the worried facial expression from Imam Samad. Quietly, he knew there's nothing more to be done, since Malika had been chased away and nobody knew where she was headed to. Even though Malika would come back for revenge, that's a new story and Hamzah felt he shouldn't worry much about it. He had known Malika's weakness, and if Imam Samad and himself combined together, they would make a perfect challenge for Malika.

"All right. Now let's go to my house. I have something to show you," Imam Samad said while poking Hamzah at his elbow.

Hamzah smiled. He knew what's inside Imam Samad's mind. If he's not telling him about his latest development in reciting the Quranic versus, it must be something about his little hobby - fishing.

Both of them walked side by side through the dark night, but this time with an easy heart.

And deep under the ground, Malika cried bitterly as the pain increased through her whole body. The damage done were so massive that it would take at least a century to heal completely. Until then, she could only wait and make plans. Soon. Soon she would come back. With that evil thought, Malika laughed hysterically despite her sufferings.

The End.

p.s. Dear readers and fans, my next posts will be about short ghost stories like what I had done before, I hope many of you would like it, since it would be my original creation - these stories couldn't be read elsewhere. Please wait for their coming, yeah... Thank you so much!

Sundal Bolong 18 - Face Your Fear

2009-11-30T16:46:00.000-08:00

Visible hints of tears started to emerge in the corners of Hamzah's eyes. His thoughts were scrambled inside, and thorn apart from their safe compartments. Nothing matters more than survival. Yet, Hamzah felt hope was not on his side. The word hope gave no meaning to him, as if it was only a dream, separated like the contrast of day and night.

Panic was everywhere, attacking his numb brain and rummaging through his whole brain compartments. Hamzah tried to be calm, yet his knees defeated his mind. Both of them buckled and fell to the wet ground. Insanity started to creep in, and taking charge of his thinking kingdom.

"Hamzah, come over to me now!"

Hamzah heard the voice of Imam Samad, calling to him again. He knew he was not alone, but the irony was he knew he had to face the evil Malika alone. At least for the moment. He knew Imam Samad couldn't come to his rescue without making himself dead. That Malika, the evil sundang bolong was with no master. She was free to do as she pleased. Murder was nothing to her, it was like kissing a smiling baby.

Quick, Hamzah thought to himself, even thought through the panic attacks thinking wisely was nearly impossible. Then, as if rescue suddenly found its way, Hamzah had an inspiration. He closed his eyes and forced himself to focus. He collected all this scrambled thoughts and put them back all together into their appropriate places.

Amazing... the power of brains could do miracles. Hamzah could already feel the rays of energy flowing back into his body. Now he felt as if his whole body being recharged using heavy dutied batteries. He felt relieved, energized and focused. Slowly, Hamzah looked upward, searching for Malika's pair of eyes.

"I will surrender myself to you, but with one condition." Hamzah's voice was calm, yet it was full of positive aura. He locked his eyes straight into the burning eyes of Malika. There was a slight tremor, yet now Hamzah knew he could rely on his knees. He knew his own body would not disappoint him now.

Malika grew interested. A curve of smile portrayed on her crumpled lips. Her long, hedious hair flowed back when the chill wind of the night blew. Her thin, white garment she wore exposed the smell of decayed flesh. Everything ugly belonged to Malika. This ugliest creature on earth was now locking back her gaze into Hamzah's. Deep interest was registering.

"Don't think you can get away. You'll die on my hands, I swear. Now say what you want." Malika looked impatient now, but still she nodded once, purely because she was deadly curious. Beneath her chin green maggots beginning to appear. Disgusting.

Hamzah looked away for two seconds, but looked back, fearing Malika would change her mind.

"My last wish is..." Hamzah left his sentence hung. He put his right hand into his baju melayu's pocket. From inside, he brought out a small book. Without waiting, he opened it in the middle, right where the Yaasin chapter was.

"Allahuakbar!" Fiercely, Hamzah exposed the content of the book to Malika's face.

The evil sundal bolong shocked. Pure anger started to creep into her. She knew she had been tricked. And knowing she was so close to enjoy her next murder, anger conquered her even more.

"By the name of God, the Most Merciful and Most Powerful. I am now ordering you to go back to where you belong. This instant!" Hamzah shoved the page to Malika's face in an abrupt manner, giving the evil sundal bolong no way of escape.

Malika turned hysterical, anger was overruling her and she was mad as hell. Yet she could do nothing. Her power was nothing compared to Yaasin. Her whole body started to produce smoke, and seconds later began burning in flame. She cried in pain and agony, hiding nothing from Hamzah that she was confirmed full of hatred and she was sure to come back for revenge.

Moments later, Malika disappeared in a puff of smoke and the night turned calm once more. If a stranger passed by later, he would never guess the most terrifying incident had happened on the same ground.

Hamzah walked slowly but with huge relief. He nodded calmly towards Imam Samad who was also heading towards him.

Sundal Bolong 17 - The Desperate Malika

2009-05-12T19:05:00.000-07:00

"By the name of God, please help me...."

In desperation Hamzah prayed deeply, hoping God would help him. Hamzah didn't know where else to turn to. He was nowhere to be seen by others. He was in the middle of the thick bushes, and only ghosts and spirits were residents of a place as such.

Malika's footsteps were obviously becoming nearer and nearer to where Hamzah was kneeling. Hamzah felt his sweat trickling down his neck and dampen his shirt, front and back. His knees were sore and trembling nervously. Hamzah didn't know what to decide. Should he get up and run? What if Malika attacked him then? Hamzah tried to put off the disturbing mind, but not able to push aside the tremor of imaginary consequent that might happen in just a mere seconds.

Hamzah felt and heard the footsteps of the sundal bolong became even nearer. Now it was just a matter of a few steps before the evil Malika would be beside him and make her fatal attack. In extreme fright, Hamzah sensed an instinct of survival arose inside his sole. Briefly and mixed with terror, Hamzah parted his eyelids a bit and gave a peep of what was really going to happen to him.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Malika lifted her left leg and landed right infront of Hamzah.

"Make your final wish, Hamzah! Tonight... you are going to die in my hands!" shrieked Malika in a hedious voice, uproaring nerve wrecking laughter which contained obsolute anger and revenge.

Hamzah closed his eyes again, surrendering himself to the evil spirit. He didn't have any choice. Even if he ran, Malika would come after him without effort. Hamzah had begun to cry when he heard footsteps of another person approaching.

"Cease!"

Hamzah turned his head and saw the shadow of a man.

"Hamzah, come to me!" the man shouted at Hamzah, ordering him to move quick.

As soon as Hamzah stood up and turned to run towards the man, Malika flipped his arms and lifted her body upwards. As quick as lightning, she flew forward with an intention.

Hamzah must die and she would make sure it happened no matter what.

SUNDAL BOLONG CHAPTER 16

2009-03-17T18:32:00.000-07:00

Four days had passed since the death of Majdi. Hamzah's daughter Zainab, had no tears left to trickle down her sobbing face. Everyone in Lane Street were still mourning and grieving for what had happened to Majdi. Besides his death, everyone feared that they would be the next victim. A normal human being could last three days without water due to thirst. But the thirst of a sundal bolong - nobody wanted to crack their heads to think about it.

During the past four days Hamzah had felt uneasy. As soon as Majdi's funeral was over, he felt as if he was being watched. He can't move about without having that feeling. Hamzah became restless, and he couldn't get a good night's sleep since then. His heartbeats went faster than usual, especially when he was alone.

That night Hamzah went to see Imam Samad. He couldn't bear the feeling of somebody watching him. It was a strange and unwelcome experience for him. Slowly, he paced down the narrow path heading towards Imam Samad's house. He wanted to let Imam Samad know about what was happening to him. At least, if anything happened Imam Samad would know how to react.

Hamzah brought out his old torchlight from his lose jacket. He pressed the on button, hoping it would produce light as usual. But that night the torchlight didn't give it's cooperation. Hamzah shook it several times, hoping that it would just a matter of unadjusted battery. But still, there was no light.

Hamzah began to feel scared. He knew the torchlight was as old as his own age, and the battery had most probably expired. Hamzah turned his head, and the only thing he saw was the dim shadow of the long path which seemed endless from where he stood. He was indeed in the middle of his journey and that meant he was exactly in the middle of a large, unattended orchard.

Going either way was the same thing because he was right in the middle. Having no choice, Hamzah closed his eyes for a second and inhaled a long breath. He whispered some of the holy versus which he knew at heart and continued his journey forward. He wanted to reach Imam Samad's house as quickly as possible, what more with no light in hand and he only had to use his instinct and a little mercy from the half heartedly glowing moon.

Suddenly, Hamzah's heart beat faster. Hamzah knew somebody was still watching him in the darkness and only God knew how scared he was. But there was nothing else to do, but surrender to God's will. Hamzah only hoped God will save him from the evil.

"Hamzah!" A shrieking voice appeared suddenly, trailed with a long, evil laugh.

Hamzah was shocked to hear the voice and the laughter. He thought he knew the voice. He had heard the voice somewhere and sometime in the past but he couldn't remember. He looked everywhere, trying to search from where the voice came from. Half of his mind was scared to death, but the other half told him to think and find courage. His instinct told him he must face the owner of the voice or else, his life would be in jeopardy.

"Who are you!" screamed Hamzah as loudly as he could. He collected all his courage and determined to face the evil thing, whatever it was.

"I am Malika!" said Malika with an arrogant aura. She opened her mouth and a blaze of fire escaped from the opening. Her fiery eyes were full of revenge and hatred.

"Malika?" Hamzah uttered in amazement and quietly to himself, beginning to realize where he had heard the name before. Then he nodded. He recalled the time when Daud had spoken to Malika on one of the wedding ceremonies in Lane Street. Now Hamzah understood. Daud was the master of Malika, and now he was dead. Malika was left without a master, and without a master a sundal bolong's existence would be the worst disaster Lane Street could have.

"Surrender yourself! I've waited this moment for ages. Now... you're completely mine! Mine!" yelled Malika in the most disgusting yet terrifying voice.

Malika stepped forward towards Hamzah. She opened her sharp jawed mouth and ready to attack.

Hamzah had nowhere to turn to. He closed his eyes and waited nervously.

SUNDAL BOLONG CHAPTER 15

2009-03-16T00:20:00.000-07:00

In the pit of the darkness, Malika crept out from her bottle. She no longer needed it, because the bottle didn't give any comfort to her anymore. Since the death of Daud, her master, Malika had to find her own prey and it was not an easy thing. Getting in and out from the bottle was just wasting a lot of her time and energy. It would be better if she was free, forever free from any ties of the last master she had.

It was already past midnight. The coldness of the surroundings didn't have any effect towards Malika. In fact, the eeriness provided joyfulness to her evil spirit. From far away, the howling of the wild dogs which cried for a piece of warmth and protection from the cruel coldness of the midnight air made Malika smile.

"I shall forever hunt you, and you shall never live in peace!" screamed Malika, breaking the silence of the darkness. What she meant was both the lives of Hamzah and Imam Samad. Both of the men had brought many sufferings to her. Because of them, Daud had become weak and couldn't provide her with what she wanted. Because of them too, Malika had to kill Daud, and now she had trouble finding her new prey.

Human blood is a necessity and couldn't be compromised with anything else. Malika couldn't accept chicken and goat blood with several trickles of human blood anymore. This was nonsense. Malika would do just anything to get the human blood.

Malika smiled again when she recalled about Majdi's death. Her hunger for human blood which she had abstained for quite some time were fully satisfied when Majdi met his death. Malika didn't waste any of the blood. Even the cords from Majdi's stomach were chewed to drain all the blood out. It was indeed a very satisfying meal for Malika.

"Just you wait. Soon, both of you would be mine..." whispered Malika, spreading her arms wide to her side with her head facing the sky and her eyes wandered trying to search for the glowing moon. Then, as quick as the lightning Malika transformed herself into the green grasshopper and flew back to Hamzah's house to see what was next to happen.

Malika reached Hamzah's house in no time. She landed perfectly on the open window and saw Majdi's body in the middle of the house. His body was covered with a piece of large cloth and many people had already arrived. Hamzah and Imam Samad were both busy, preparing for the burial ceremony while at the same time attending to questions from the others.

Malika was satisfied with what she saw. She flew back to her place and retransformed.

"Soon... soon." It was the only word that played in Malika's evil head. The picture of Hamzah and Imam Samad being dead and useless rewinded again and again. The cries from the dogs chilled the already shivering night and Malika took her place beside her bottle.

SUNDAL BOLONG CHAPTER 14

2009-03-11T18:30:00.000-07:00

Hamzah and Imam Samad had just arrived. Quickly, both of them raced to where Majdi was lying down. As soon as they reached the bedroom they saw Majdi was squeezing his stomach, ignoring the disgusting scene of his bursting belly.

Zainab was already unconscious at the corner of the room. Hamzah ignored her because at that time Majdi's life was in a dangerous state. Hamzah was afraid if it would be too late to save Majdi. Slowly, Hamzah paced towards Majdi and his pace was trailed by Haji Samad from behind.

Hamzah looked at Haji Samad to ask for his help. Haji Samad understood and he nodded as a sign. Without wasting time, Haji Samad recited some of the religious versus and hoped that whatever evil spirits which haunted and disturbed Majdi would escape and let Majdi free. However, his effort seemed to be useless. Nothing happened even though Haji Samad had recited the holy versus for five minutes without stopping.

Now, Majdi's hands had entered into his own stomach and he reached for its contents. Everything from his stomach came out and blood bathed all over the bed. Majdi pulled the cords from his stomach and took it to his mouth. He ate them with a big appetite, as if it was very delicious.

Hamzah and Haji Samad tried to stop Majdi from eating his own cord. But Majdi's energy was amazingly strong and he pushed both of them to the wall as if he was blowing off a piece of feather. He continued eating until a few minutes more. Hamzah and Haji Samad vomited because they couldn't stand the disgusting and frightening sight, but they couldn't do more than that.

Slowly, Majdi who was still eating his own cords became weak and finally he closed his eyes. Majdi was dead, at last.

Zainab who woke up by her own. As soon as she opened her eyes, the only thing which caught her attention was her dead husband. Majdi's body was full of blood, and so was the bed. Hamzah and Imam Samad who were still in puzzlement took a piece of large cloth and covered the body. Then all of them waited for the others to come.

SUNDAL BOLONG CHAPTER 13

2009-03-09T17:33:00.000-07:00

Zainab waited nervously beside Majdi, her sick husband. If she followed her heart, she would have run away from there. The horrifying grimace which Majdi gave him made Zainab tremble in fear. She felt as if almost sure that Majdi's body had been entered by another entity from the unknown. His rotating eyes, fierce and full of demand when he glared at Zainab. What he wanted, Zainab didn't know and she didn't dare to ask because she feared Majdi would ask for things she couldn't possibly give.

Majdi kept glaring madly at Zainab. Trying to declare peace, Zainab stepped forward slowly and calculatively towards Majdi. She saw what was squirming on her husband's skin. The giant maggots had roamed almost everywhere on his body.

"My dear husband, if you can hear me please blink your eyes twice. You have to be strong. Father is on the way to seek help. He's calling Imam Samad to come over. Please, darling. You have to hang on. Don't let the evil spirit control you. You have God and He will always help you. Please, blink twice if you understand," pleaded Zainab almost to the verge of tears. She pitied her husband and at the same time very scared of what she was seeing. Never in her life before something as strange and frightening like that happened to her nor her family.

Majdi didn't shift his glare towards Zainab. Nor did he blink twice to show he understood. Zainab became more trembled when he saw Majdi's eyes turning into burning red, and slowly little tiny drops of red liquid resembling of blood trickled down from those pair of eyes. Now concern and worry began to replace her fear. Majdi's condition alarmed a somewhat dangerous signal to Zainab. She began thinking whether Majdi would be able to survive with his condition at that time. And she began thinking of death, and what would happen if her husband died.

Suddenly there was a sound from the wall nearby. Zainab turned around. There, on the wall of the bedroom Zainab saw a green grasshopper landing his feet and was swaying its wings. At first sight, Zainab knew she was in deep trouble. She instantly recognized the grasshopper because it had a pair of red eyes.

Zainab had seen the grasshopper with her own eyes at Daud's house on his funeral day. An emergency thought appeared into her head, telling her to protect her husband. Her instinct told her the grasshopper was there to attack her husband.

Before she managed to think about what to do, the green grasshopper flew straight towards Majdi and bit him on his eyes. Majdi who was already weak couldn't do anything but scream and cried in pain. Then the grasshopper attacked for the second time, and bit his stomach.

Zainab ran protectively towards her husband, ignoring her own fear and safety. She didn't care if the grasshopper bit her. She blocked her husband's body from the grasshopper, but it was too late. Two bites had already been done.

Seeming satisfied, the grasshopper flew out from the house and was gone almost instantly. Leaving Majdi with extreme suffering and pain. Majdi groaned and cried and he held on to his stomach. The pain was too great that he wasn't aware he was pressing too hard on his stomach. Within a minute, his stomach had swollen and it became like a balloon filled with gas. Majdi continued pressing on his stomach until it burst. Instantly, blood spilled out from his stomach and bathed his bed.

Zainab screamed out loud. She didn't know what to do. Panic attacked her and she met a dead end. Her mind was jammed and she saw nothing upfront.

Zainab fainted and fell to the floor due to the extreme fear and pressure. Majdi was left alone, crying for mercy and hoping for an end to his suffering.

SUNDAL BOLONG CHAPTER 12

2009-03-06T15:55:00.000-08:00

Hamzah took a holy book with him before he went out of his house. He put the book into his front shirt pocket just in case if anything happened in the middle of his way to Imam Samad's house.

"Hopefully Imam Samad would be able to help me this time. There's nobody else I can rely on except for him. Majdi is real sick and he is the bravest man so far. Please God, please save him," uttered Hamzah while striding his steps carefully through the small path heading towards Imam Samad's house.

Lane Street was still not very modernized even though it was situated near the main road. Most of the paths that led into houses were not tarred and there were also many unkempt orchards because many young men had went to town to work. Here and there people could see messes of bushes and long, untidied grasses. Dried leaves were everywhere.

Hamzah turned his head around when he heard a strange noise from his back. He had noticed a couple of minutes before that a grasshopper with red blaring eyes was following him from a distance. He also noticed that the grasshopper had tried to land on his shoulder, but Hamzah managed to avoid it.

In his heart, Hamzah knew the appearance of the grasshopper was a sign of bad omen. He thought about previous incidences, all of them involved a red eyed grasshopper. Hamzah recited several of the holy versus and took out the holy book from his pocket. He blew out hard towards the grasshopper as soon as he completed reading the versus and he chased the thing away using the holy book.

Hamzah's effort succeeded. The red eyed green grasshopper couldn't get near Hamzah and it flew away.

Hamzah felt relieved. He continued his walk towards Haji Samad's house in a hurry. But there was one thing which Hamzah didn't know.

The red eyed green grasshopper didn't just fly away. It had a new destination to go. And Hamzah didn't know where the grasshopper was heading this time.

As the night became darker, Hamzah walked straight without thinking even more.

SUNDAL BOLONG CHAPTER 11

2009-03-04T18:33:00.000-08:00

Satisfaction overwhelmed throughout the body and soul of Malika. She was really excited knowing that both of the people whom she hated most had died in her own hands. Proud mixed with arrogance lingered in her mind, and the feeling intoxicated her until she felt almost floating in the air.

Malika had succeeded to kill Daud and Pawang Pahar. Both of the men had made her suffer. She had to obey Daud's orders, even though the rewards given were not satisfying enough for her. She needed more human blood, as chicken and goat blood started to taste bitter to her tongue.

Malika killed Pawang Pahar because the shaman had an intention to destroy her. She couldn't wait any longer and let the old man vanish her from the surface of the earth. If she followed Daud's order, Malika was convinced it would be too late. Malika never believed that Pawang Pahar could be persuaded with bribery. It was wise for Malika to take her own actions. And it had been proven correct. Malika had chosen the right path.

She killed Daud because her master was useless. Daud only gave her a few drops of human blood, and nothing more. Her thirst for human blood became so great, and she couldn't tolerate it any more. By killing Daud, she could use her own master's blood to the full extent. Malika was indeed satisfied. She sucked Daud's blood until there were not a drop left in his decaying body.

Now Malika was free. But suddenly she realized that she was no longer being kept by anyone. She had been pampered before and now she had to find her own way. It was going to be tough but because of that she was determined to destroy every human being in Lane Street. She would kill them mercilessly and left their body unattended, frightening to look at and shameful.

She knew, Hamzah and Imam Samad were just waiting for the right moment to kill her. Due to that, Malika promised herself to attack them both first before attacking other residents in Lane Street. And she also included Majdi, the brave young man who had saved Hamzah and Imam Samad during her attack at Daud's funeral day.

That night, Malika decided to attack Majdi first. She silently crept into his house. At that time, Majdi was sitting at the dining table together with Hamzah. Majdi had just wedded Hamzah's daughter, because Hamzah insisted Majdi to marry her. Hamzah said it was a reward for saving his life from the sundal bolong attack the other day.

Majdi was actually in love with Hamzah's daughter for quite a while. That's why he didn't refuse the offer. That night at the dining table, Majdi felt dizzy. He had lost his appetite, but because he didn't want to give a bad impression in front of his new father in law, he controlled his pain and sat quietly on his chair.

Majdi felt there was something wrong happening to him. His face suddenly turned pale and not a trace of blood could be detected from the veins on his cheeks. Hamzah and her daughter, Zainab, looked at each other in puzzlement.

"What's wrong, Majdi?" asked Hamzah in a concerned tone. He had never seen Majdi reacting the way he did that night.

Majdi could no longer speak. He closed his mouth with his hands and tried to get up. He wanted to go to the toilet because he felt too nauseous and he wanted to vomit. But Hamzah blocked him and asked him to sit.

"Zainab, take a basin here. Your husband is too weak to get up. It would be better if he just sit here," said Hamzah to his daughter.

Zainab quickly went to the kitchen and took a basin. She put the basin in front of Majdi. Majdi could no longer retain whatever was inside his stomach. On that instant, he vomited everything out. Zainab massaged Majdi's back a few times softly to enable Majdi to vomit everything out. Once in a while she massaged her husband's temple to make him ease the pain.

Majdi continued vomiting but this time it was no longer a puke of food but it contained several worms the size of a thumb. The worms crawled actively inside the basin, and swam through the puke of Majdi. It looked very, very disgusting.

Majdi's vomit didn't stop. It became more and more. Everytime when he puked, more worms came out. Up to now he had vomited half a basin of living worms.

Then Majdi vomited even harder. Now it was no longer worms, but large green maggots. The green maggots eagerly ate all the worms in the basin. Majdi vomited more and more maggots came out. He became very weak and couldn't do anything at all. Hamzah carried Majdi into the bedroom and lied him down.

"Let him rest. I have to go to Imam Samad's house to inform about this matter. I want him to help us solve this serious problem," said Hamzah to his daughter.

Zainab didn't answer but she only nodded her head. Even though she was very scared she had to obey her father's request because there were nobody else in the house. She had to be responsible, furthermore it was her husband who was in trouble.

Hamzah left soon afterwards, and Zainab was left with her sick husband. The house became too quiet and it made Zainab's hair stood on ends. She prayed hard, wishing her father to return home as quickly as possible. She looked at her husband's face, and it had turned green.

Zainab closed her eyes, and prayed for nothing worse to happen.

SUNDAL BOLONG CHAPTER 10

2009-03-03T22:44:00.000-08:00

The news of Pawang Pahar's death spread quickly among the residents of Lane Street. Hamzah who was one of the respected person in Lane Street became more worried about it. He intended to ask Pawang Pahar's help to get rid of the ghosts, but now the man had already died. He didn't know from whom else he could seek for assistance.

Still dealing with his disappointment, Hamzah felt it was his responsiblity to get rid of all the ghosts from Lane Street. He didn't have the heart to see all the residents live in fear. Something have to be done quick.

"Before it became worse, I must do something. I can't stand it any longer. Too many spirits are residing here, not to mention about the pocong, hantu raya and the sundal bolong. If I knew who is the culprit behind all these, I swear I would kill him. I am not scared of evil spirits. It is only to Allah that I surrender my soul," whispered Hamzah to himself, trying to calm himself from worrying even more.

Meanwhile, Daud was no where to be found. Nobody knew where Daud had disappeared. Some of the residents said Daud went to visit his son, but some others didn't want to believe. They felt it was impossible for Daud to travel that far, since some of the times he couldn't even afford to buy his own food.

Personally, Hamzah started to feel strange about Daud's disappearance. Due to that, he gathered the residents of Lane Street and divided them into small groups. They were assigned to search for Daud. The search was done for a whole week, and Hamzah's prediction turned out to be true. Daud's body was found lying dead under a banana tree. His face was unrecognized but fortunately people could recognize him by his clothings.

Everybody came for Daud' burial ceremony because they wanted to see in detail how terrible his dead body looked like. Suddenly, just after the prayers ceremony ended, Daud's body was fully awake and he sat up straight. Everybody ran cowardly and left only a few brave individuals at the scene.

It was only two persons left at that time. They were the chief of prayers, Imam Samad and Hamzah. They couldn't leave Daud's corpse just like that because they pitied him. Furthermore, they couldn't run away from their responsibility. Daud must be buried, no matter what.

Hamzah and Imam Samad recited all the surah that they knew by heart. Imam Samad was a very religious man and Daud's corpse seemed afraid to go near him. He went straight towards Hamzah.

Daud's face looked fierce and full of revenge. He pinned Hamzah towards the wall and his rotting hands reached for Hamzah's neck. Hamzah couldn't do anything since Daud's energy was too strong for him to fight back. On the other hand, Imam Samad could do nothing too. He just continued reciting every surah he knew in hope that Daud's corpse would collapse.

Suddenly, Majdi who had run away felt he shouldn't run. He returned and ran into the house as quickly as he could. He grabbed a sword which was hanging on the wall and swung the sword towards' Daud's neck. Daud lost his neck within seconds. Before he fell down he gave out a loud scream. Then everything was silent.

Hamzah blew out a relieved sigh and smiled gratefully at Majdi. He owed him his life. Haji Samad patted Majdi on his back as a sign of appraisal. Majdi smiled back, feeling outrageously proud of himself. Indeed, he had saved Hamzah's life, and he was going to be called a hero.

"Now we better call back all the residents so that we could bury Daud's body as quickly as possible," said Hamzah to Majdi, asking for his favor to call upon all the residents of Lane Street.

That evening, the burial ceremony was done as simple and as quickly as possible. Nobody wanted the scene to happen again. After Daud's body was safely buried, everybody felt a huge relief and assumed everything had returned to normal.

SUNDAL BOLONG CHAPTER 9

2009-03-01T19:44:00.000-08:00

Pawang Pahar was getting ready to go to Lane Street that day. It was approaching dusk and suddenly the wind blew fiercely out of nowhere. All the coconut trees in front of Pawang Pahar's house shook tremendously and it gave a cold shiver throughout Pawang Pahars' spine.

Pawang Pahar was indeed a renowned shaman, and he could guess immediately that something dangerous was approaching him. His enemy was just within reach and was already residing inside his home compound.

"This shouldn't be," uttered Pawang Pahar while shaking his head in denial. He knew by the way the wind was blowing, it was the doings from a sundal bolong. The only thing he didn't know was the owner. He tried to guess, but found nothing to grasp as a clue.

Pawang Pahar's wife had just put on her prayer's dress. She wasn't excluded in noticing the difference of weather. It was absolutely different from the ordinary signals of upcoming rain. The sky was clear and blue, with no traces of dark clouds. The moon which had appeared within a few minutes before had shone clearly and was then hiding bits of its existence behind some of the bright clouds.

"What's wrong, my dear husband?" asked Hawa, Pawang Pahar's wife in a worried tone. She felt it was strangely odd and she must know something soothing to make her doubt go away.

"Someone is trying to test me," replied Pawang Pahar in a lowered tone. He gazed at Hawa and gestured her to start her prayers. He didn't want his wife to worry more.

Hawa obeyed her husband's request and went inside her room to pray. While praying, she could hear a loud stump on the roof. It seemed like falling from upwards, probably the sky. As impossible as it sounded to be, Hawa ignored the sound and continued her prayers. She knew her husband was able to take control of it. She always had faith in that.

Pawang Pahar sat with his legs crossed in the middle of the living room as soon as he completed his own prayers. He had heard the stumping thing but tried to calm down his anxiety and anger. He recited some versus from the holy Quran and after that confidently jumped down from his house, and landed mercifully in style on the land.

"I am the one and only Pawang Pahar. Nobody has ever had the guts to confront me. Don't you ever start a play tonight, or else I would not be doubtful to destroy you and all your associates. As long as I am the descendant of Adam and Eve, I am not afraid of evil spirits such as you!" yelled Pawang Pahar with all his might.

The angry wind suddenly stopped. It was stopped exactly like an electrical fan which had a power failure. Sudden and abrupt. Pawang Pahar immediately felt he was winning one point over his enemy. He quickly ascended his house and sat with crossed leg again in the middle of his living room. But this time he left the door ajar.

Pawang Pahar took out his kemenyan from his bag. He reached for his burning pot and sprinkled the kemenyan over it. Smoke appeared, thick and cloudy. A strong smell came together with the burning. Pawang Pahar then reached for a skull which he had long kept with him. The skull was aging more than a hundred years, and Pawang Pahar recited something while holding on to the skull.

Suddenly, the skull started to move. Slowly, it raised to the air and floated there for a couple of seconds. Then, like a burst of urgency the skull flew out of the door and circled Pawang Pahar's house. Completed a circle, the skull then flew out from the house compound and disappeared from Pawang Pahar's eye sight.

Pawang Pahar sat patiently, waiting for the skull to return. He was confident the skull would come back to report to him.

Unfortunately, his guess was a mistake. Pawang Pahar didn't know what had happened a few minutes before while the skull was hunting for information. Suddenly, the skull flew back and fell off in front of Pawang Pahar. It brought back with him a disgusting smell and a horrifying sight.

The skull was full of blood and it was coated with large, living, green maggots. The faulty smell was terrible and it dizzied Pawang Pahar on his first inhale of breath. The maggots attacked Pawang Pahar with no mercy and they breeded almost instantly. Within seconds, Pawang Pahar's body was covered with disgusting, green maggots. Pawang Pahar screamed in agony and tremendous pain.

Hawa who was cooking in the kitchen at that time heard her husband's cry. She ran to the living room to see what had happened. She saw her husband was no longer in the form of a normal human being, but had turned more into a living skeleton.

The skull had returned into its original condition. There were no maggot nor traces of blood. It looked clean as if nothing had touched it before. It lay peacefully on the floor.

Hawa saw her husband struggled to get free from the maggot attack. He tried to pull out the maggots from biting his flesh, but his flesh came out together with the pull. More blood spilled out from all over his body when he tried to pull more maggots. Pawang Pahar trembled fiercefully for the pain was unbearable and after a long fight he surrended his life to the maggots.

Hawa could do nothing else but to run to his husband and cry her heart out. Even though she was scared she braved herself to lift up her husband's head and put it on her lap. Gradually, the maggots disappeared and within minutes all of them were gone. So did the blood and the faulty smell.

HANTU RAYA: SUNDAL BOLONG CHAPTER 8

2009-02-24T23:50:00.000-08:00

Zahid married Sara out of love and more importantly Sara came from a rich family. Zahid was sure Sara would be the sole inheritor from her parents. Automatically, Zahid would be able to enjoy the wealth because he was Sara's husband.

Other than that, now Zahid had a hantu raya with him. The hantu raya was very loyal to him. Zahid had a wide paddy field and his hantu raya did all the work for him. A lot of villagers saw Zahid working at the field in the middle of the night, but nobody suspected anything strange about it. They praise Zahid because he was very hardworking.

Siti didn't know Zahid was keeping a hantu raya. She never thought that sometimes the hantu raya came at night when Zahid couldn't fulfill his promise to be back on time. That night, while waiting for her husband, Siti heard a knock from the front door.

Siti opened the door, and she saw it was Zahid. Siti was very glad because her husband didn't forget about his promise.

"I've cooked your favorite food, my darling. Come and eat together," pleaded Siti with a husky voice. She really missed her husband and she wanted him to know about it. Siti looked at her husband's face with love and affection.

"I've already eaten, my love. Today there was a feast at Sara's village and I had to attend their ceremony. That's why I am a bit late. But... I miss you so much. Come, darling. Come to bed," replied Zahid with a longing face.

Siti didn't care even though Zahid didn't want to eat. Even though she was so tired preparing for the dish, it didn't matter because now she was getting more from Zahid. Siti smiled in happiness.

That night Siti felt Zahid was extra ordinarily greater in bed than usual. But Siti didn't feel strange. In fact, she was very happy because his husband really needed her and she felt very loved.

The next morning, Siti woke up a bit late because she was exhausted. When she opened her eyes she found out that Zahid was no longer beside her. She went outside and called for Zahid, but he was nowhere to be found. Not knowing anything else to do, Siti sat in front of her house under the mango tree. She waited for her husband there.

An hour after that, suddenly Zahid appeared. Siti looked at him strangely and asked, "Where did you go, dear?"

"I didn't go anywhere. I've just arrived from Sara's village. Why... did you miss me that much?" teased Zahid, knowing that his second wife is a bit timid.

"Darling, you were here last night. We slept together, didn't you remember?" asked Siti again, and she was a little annoyed but at the same time felt strange too.

Zahid couldn't say anything. He was surprised but he knew who was there last night. It was the hantu raya. Zahid felt very angry because the hantu raya had slept with his wife. He was also afraid if Siti got pregnant. He didn't want to have a son from a ghost.

Zahid regretted owning a hantu raya. He quickly went to the shaman's house because he wanted to destroy the hantu raya. But the shaman couldn't do it. So, Zahid had to go home and he felt very disappointed. When he reached home, he felt very strange. He found out the bedroom door was locked from inside and his wife was nowhere to be seen. Zahid suspected Siti was in the room with the hantu raya.

Zahid kicked the door and it opened after several attempts. Inside, Zahid saw Siti was being hugged by a man who had a face similar to his. Zahid was very angry.

"Get out, Siti! He's not your husband! I am your real husband. He is a hantu raya!" yelled Zahid in anger.

Siti couldn't make her decision. Both men are the same. She remained in the room and let the hantu raya hug him even tighter.

Zahid couldn't tolerate it anymore took the holy book. It was the Quran. He recited several versus from inside the Quran. Then he challenged the hantu raya to touch the Quran.

The hantu raya was arrogant. He accepted the challenge and took the Quran from Zahid. As soon as he held it, he was burned. The hantu raya screamed in pain, and later disappeared. He left burned ashes on the bedroom floor.

Siti fainted because she was shocked. Zahid felt a relief, but he still kept a grudge against the hantu raya because he had slept with his wife. Now, the hantu raya had become a wild ghost and was roaming again without having a master.

SUNDAL BOLONG CHAPTER 7

2009-02-22T16:19:00.000-08:00

Meanwhile, another strange thing happened at Lane Street. While people were busy talking about the sundal bolong and pocong, Siti had another matter which was more important to think about.

Siti was a new bride. She was the second wife to Zahid, which had another wife at the next village. That night, Siti waited for her husband to come home. It was going to be the night of her turn. Her husband must come back to her home tonight because he had promised her. In fact, Siti had cooked a lot of food to welcome her husband home.

After cooking, Siti had put on her best clothes and put some perfume on her body. She missed her husband very much. She only had three days in a week to spend with her husband because the other four days belonged to the first wife. It was not fair, but because she knew she was only the second wife, she accepted what she got and tried to be happy and content with it.

Even though Zahid was a lot more older than her, Siti still loved her husband. Zahid was around 65 years old at that time, while Siti was in her early 40's. Siti was an 'old maid', a title which was used by the neighborhood when a girl didn't get married when she reached 30's. Even though she had carried the title long enough, she was not an ugly woman nor a woman with ordinary face. When she was young, a lot of young men were attracted to her but because her parents were too selective, they were not aware that they were wasting their daughter's time. At last, Siti was getting older and she still was not married. Siti's parents were rich and they thought they wanted to keep their good name and status.

When Siti reached her 40's her parents regretted because they were being too choosy. So, when Zahid came to their house to propose Siti for a marriage, they accepted without thinking too much. Fortunately, Zahid was a good man and he tried to be fair to his wives as far as he could.
Zahid's another wife was named Sara. She was a resident from the next village. Zahid and Sara were gifted with three children.

Siti had counted many times, and she was sure Zahid had already spent four nights with his first wife. And because of that, Siti knew Zahid would come home tonight. Furthermore, Zahid had never broken his promise if he had made it. However, Siti started to worry when the weather outside the house became darker but her husband was still not home as expected. In her heart, she started to think. Maybe Zahid had started to forget about her. Siti felt annoyed thinking about it, and she thought of doing something to her husband so that he would forget his first wife forever. Siti was not going to give way to Sara just like that. She had her rights on her husband too.

"I will entertain and treat my husband with love and affection. And I would cook only his favorite food whenever he is here with me. By doing this, I am sure he would forget Sara because Sara can never treat Zahid that well since she had three children to attend to," said Siti to herself, trying to calm herself down.

Siti loved Zahid and Zahid loved Siti too. Zahid was an ordinary man. He started his career as a food stall hawker. Because he was hardworking, eventually he had managed to put aside enough capital to open a mini market. Siti knew Sara was one of his regular customers and because they met almost every day when Sara went there to buy daily groceries, they fell in love and got married.

At first, Zahid's intention to marry Sara was not accepted by Sara's parents. They didn't like Zahid for reasons of the unknown. Zahid couldn't accept the rejection and he felt humiliated. He met one of his close friends, and his friend advised him to keep a 'hantu raya' in his effort to get Sara.

However, owning a 'hantu raya' was not easy. A lot of things must be followed thoroughly, and if one thing was forgotten it would bring a bad consequence to the owner.

"You will face bad omens if you can't control your own 'hantu raya'. This ghost is very loyal, yet you must make sure you never break any promises with anyone. The 'hantu raya' will represent you everywhere is needed and will never fail to do so. It would bring prosper to you, but if you don't manage him well, it will eat you up back.

At that time, Zahid was madly in love with Sara and didn't think long about the consequences. To him, he was willing to do anything as long as he could get Sara.

Because of that, the shaman whom Zahid went to showed him how to get the 'hantu raya'.

"You have to go into the nearby jungle. Make a path into the jungle using a piece of sword. You must make the path towards the east, and only begin when the sun is rising. You must stop as soon as your shadow shifted toward the west. At that time, change the destination of the path so that it is going to the west. Keep on making your path towards the west until the 'hantu raya' appears in front of you," said the shaman.

"Human beings are the greatest creation of God and ghosts are naturally afraid of us. But we have to know their weakness because ghosts like demons hate us very much and their mission is to turn us away from believing in God. When you know their weakness, it would be easy for you to control it," added the shaman.

Zahid could still remember the day he fought with the 'hantu raya'. It was already dark and Zahid was exhausted after making a long path in the jungle. He was resting when suddenly the wind blew so hard and a ten-feet-tall creature appeared in front of him. Zahid was afraid, but he threw away all his terror out of his body. He knew the creature was the 'hantu raya' based on the description given by the shaman.

Zahid knew he had no choice but to fight the 'hantu raya'. If he didn't fight, he would die in the hands of the ghost.

"Take this!" yelled Zahid and he cut the creature's hand with his sword. But the creature was not harmed nor scratched even a little bit. It laughed out loud and challenged Zahid to make a second attack.

Zahid cut again at the creature's neck but nothing happened. The 'hantu raya' was so tall and strong. He was immune to every weapon. Without having a second to think, Zahid felt the hantu raya caught his body and lifted him up in the air. Then he was thrown down to the earth. Zahid fell down with a huge pain. He felt as if his waist was going to break.

When the hantu raya grabbed him for the second time, Zahid took the opportunity to grab the hantu raya's testicles. He didn't let go. The hantu raya screamed out of pain and he rolled on the ground because of the unbearable pain.

Zahid was forced to follow the rhythm of the hantu raya. But Zahid never let go of the hantu raya's testicles. The situation continued for two hours. Finally, the hantu raya became very tired and too painful to continue on struggling.

"You win. Let me go," pleaded the hantu raya.

"I can let you go but on one condition," replied Zahid. He was very proud because at last he had managed to overpower the strength of the hantu raya.

"I will follow all of your conditions. Just let me go. I will never break my promise."
"I will only let you go if you promise to be my servant for the rest of your life," urged Zahid with a fierce voice.

"I agree," replied the hantu raya in a very humble voice.

Immediately after the hantu raya said that, he disappeared from Zahid's view and left a cloud of smoke behind. A few seconds later, a thicker smoke appeared and when the smoke disappeared Zahid saw there was someone lying down on the ground. It was a body of a man.

Zahid came nearer to the man. He was shocked to see the face of the lying down man. The man's face looked exactly like Zahid's face. Zahid touched his own face and was very eager to know how he looked like at that time, but there was not a mirror available in the middle of the jungle.

"Did he exchange his face with mine?" asked Zahid to himself in complete horror. Zahid looked without a blink at the lying man on the ground in front of him. The man was beginning to wake up. He started moving his fingers and toes. Zahid felt afraid all of a sudden and was ready to attack the man. He held on to his sword as tight as he could.

The man did nothing harmful. He opened his eyes and sat up. He faced Zahid and looked straight into Zahid's pair of eyes.
"Who are you?" asked Zahid in fear, but trying very hard to conceal his true feelings.
"I am your servant, my master. Ask me everything, and I will obey you without any objections. But you must promise to feed me enough," said the man.

"Are you a human being or a ghost?" asked Zahid again.

"I am 'hantu raya'. I have changed my face so I can look the same as you. "

"What jobs can you do?" asked Zahid, feeling a thrill of excitement washing him down his spine.

"I am capable of doing everything. Just ask me to do it. I will do it."

Zahid was really convinced with what the hantu raya told him. Now he knew the man sitting in front of him was the 'hantu raya' which he wanted to keep. Excitedly, Zahid tried to test his new servant.

"I want to go home. Now take me home this instant," ordered Zahid.

Within a blink of the eye, Zahid was already at home. He felt a very strange and out of the world strangeness, but it was a very pleasant feeling. Zahid felt very glad and fortunate to own a very powerful ghost like the 'hantu raya'.

That night, Zahid was too excited and he forgot to eat nor drink anything. He only thought about how to get Sara in his hands. Sooner of later he would be able to marry Sara. He knew the hantu raya would do anything as he ordered, and if he commanded the hantu raya to bring Sara to him that night, he would. But because he was too tired, he was soon deeply asleep.

SUNDAL BOLONG CHAPTER 6

2009-02-20T19:06:00.002-08:00

Pawang Pahar who was invited by Hamzah to his house had no other choice but to accept the invitation. Even though he was busy, Hamzah was one of his best friends and he didn’t want to hurt his feeling. In fact, Pawang Pahar had been thinking. If he came over to Lane Street more often, his name would be more popular there day by day. In this way, it could be a good opportunity for him to earn more money from this neighborhood.

Pawang Pahar was too busy attending to the needs of his own neighborhood and that was why he did not have the time to spare in Lane Street. A few years back he was well known in Lane Street and he was sure his name was still popular as before. But he understood if people forgot about him. It was his own fault because he didn’t promote himself as frequently as before in Lane Street.

Before Pawang Pahar came to Lane Street, he was informed by Hamzah about the reason he was invited over. Lane Street was no longer calm and peaceful as before. At present, it was frequently disturbed by ghosts. So far there were two types of ghosts they were aware about, which were sundal bolong and pocong.

“We can’t do our normal activities as before, Pawang Pahar. Children are afraid to go to night classes at the mosque. We don’t hold any ceremony during the night, even if it is the ‘akad nikah’ for the wedding. We have to do everything during the day. We can’t even hang out at the coffee stall, because the shop owner closes his stall by dusk. We are afraid of the sundal bolong and pocong. It had attacked quite a number of people. It is not even that. The ghosts even attacked during the day,” explained Hamzah carefully. He wanted Pawang Pahar to understand the situation clearly.

“Tell me who was attacked by these ghosts…” demanded Pawang Pahar. He felt a chill suddenly running on his spine. It was indeed an awkward feeling.

“Sharifah, the daughter of Badar was attacked by sundal bolong on her wedding day. Anita, the daughter of Samad was also attacked by sundal bolong a few nights ago. A couple of men who returned from work at midnight was disturbed by pocong on their home. The last victim is Zainab, who is my own daughter. She was found lying unconscious under a tree. She said she was disturbed by a pocong on her way back home from town,” explained Hamzah even further.

Pawang Pahar nodded as a sign of understanding. He told Hamzah to be a little patient. He would be back next week to settle the thing. He had to postpone it to next week because there were a few things he must prepare before he got involved in the ritual of chasing away the ghosts.

Hamzah agreed and was willing to wait. In fact, he really trusted Pawang Pahar with his ability. Pawang Pahar had been a good friend to him for a long time and during that time Pawang Pahar had helped him many times.

Pawang Pahar then returned home because he had so many other things to do. On his way back, he thought about the reason why Lane Street was chosen by the ghosts to attack. Lane Street was not a very rural village. It was quite near from the main road. Pawang Pahar guessed maybe there were something special in Lane Street which had attracted the ghosts to reside there.

A few days later, Daud had known about the news that Pawang Pahar would come over to Lane Street next week to chase away his sundal bolong as well as the mysterious pocong which appeared from the unknown. Daud didn’t bother if the pocong was destroyed because it was not his, but he was worried if Pawang Pahar destroyed his sundal bolong.

Actually Daud was not really worried if his income was affected when the sundal bolong is destroyed. Daud was used to being poor and he didn’t feel it was a huge burden for him to live in that way again if he had to. But he was more concerned about the consequences if Pawang Pahar and everyone else in Lane Street knew the actual truth about the sundal bolong. Daud was so worried, and he was unable to sleep for a couple of nights. He kept worrying what would happen when his secret was revealed to everybody.

Because he worried too much, finally Daud came up with a decision. He called upon Malika because he had another task for Malika to perform.

“I want you to go to Hamzah’s house tonight. There would be a meeting. I want you to investigate. Now go!” demanded Daud in a fierce voice.

Malika didn’t protest. She knew if she didn’t obey her master’s command, she would be the one suffering a terrible consequence. She knew the meeting was held to discuss about her existence. And she knew all of them wanted to kill her. Her life was in danger, and she had to protect herself. Malika transformed herself into a grasshopper and flew towards Hamzah’s house.

As soon as she reached Hamzah’s house, Malika saw there were not so many people there. Most of them seemed afraid to leave their house, and others who were braver and wanted to join the meeting were reluctant to leave their family behind.

A few of the men who were present at the meeting were Majdi, Darus, Soleh, Hamud and Aziz. Several of the other men who were not present were not brave enough to walk outside during the night, especially Sudin who was known as one of the most coward person in Lane Street.

Due to the discouraging number of people attending the meeting, Hamzah decided to postpone it to the next day. The meeting would be held during the afternoon so that people would not be afraid to get out from their house. Because the meeting was cancelled for the night, the representatives who were present that night took the chance to chat with each other.

“If I knew who kept the sundal bolong and the pocong, I would kill him and slice him into small pieces. He doesn’t deserve to live in this world. He had cause all of us so much trouble and fear. I would be very glad to smash his face so that it would never be recognized again on earth and hereafter,” said Majdi angrily. He was the bravest man in Lane Street so far. All the young men respected him for his bravery. He was hard working, kind-hearted and liked helping others even in hard and frightening situations. That’s why people liked him very much.

“I have a different approach if I knew who he was. I will drown him in the river so that he will suffocate before his life ends. Let him taste the suffering of those who had been attacked by his sundal bolong and pocong,” said Aziz, who was just adding up spice to the already heated discussion. However, he didn’t actually mean what he said. He was not that brave to do such a thing like that.

They didn’t know that only the sundal bolong had done a terrible attack and was being kept by a master. They didn’t know the pocong was just a story created by scared people. They didn’t know all the things were done by the sundal bolong.

“In you opinion, who is behind all these?” asked Hamud, trying to guess as he speak. His forehead wrinkled due to the thinking that he was doing. He looked at the faces of all his friends, waiting for answers.

“I think it is the doing of Daud,” said Darus suddenly.

“What is your explanation? Why do you say he is the culprit? I wouldn’t believe you if you don’t have any facts to back up your accusation,” replied Majdi. He didn’t want to believe anything without proof. He was indeed a good man, and smearing a person’s dignity and good name is not one of his habits.

Darus didn’t reply quickly. He felt strange because suddenly from far apart he saw a little grasshopper with a pair of red eyes was flying straight towards him. He waved his hands to scare the grasshopper away from him.

“I suspect it is the doing of Daud because I felt he is acting strange lately. Haven’t you noticed that he was nobody before. But suddenly now he is the most powerful shaman in our neighborhood and able to chase away sundal bolong. And before this sundal bolong and pocong had never entered our neighborhood. Just think about that. It’s strange, isn’t it?” urged Darus, asking them to agree on his statements. While he was talking, the grasshopper came again and stood on his earlobe. Daud chased it with his forefinger. The grasshopper flew away and rested on the nearby wall.

“It is confirmed. I blame Daud for all of this,” said Daud again without thinking. He was very sure there was nobody else to be blamed.

Suddenly the grasshopper flew fiercely towards Darus. It was speeding like the lightning of a thunder. The red eyed green grasshopper flew straight to Darus’s earlobe and bit it as hard as he could. The grasshopper had a set of very sharp teeth, and a second after that, Darus’s earlobe began to bleed terribly.

Darus cried in pain. He trembled because the pain was intolerable. Everyone present in Hamzah’s house became panic. They never saw a weird yet emergency situation like what was happening to Darus.

The green grasshopper was then flying away from Darus. It disappeared into the black night and was not seen anywhere by anybody. It left Darus behind with a seriously bleeding earlobe and crying for mercy. More blood flowed from his ear. The bite was not big, but the amount of blood was huge. It brought questions to everybody seeing it.

Darus continued crying and yelling out of pain. Hamzah took a pity towards him, and put Darus’s head on his lap. Hamzah held him gently and soothed him, trying to calm him down. But it was no help at all. Darus’s pain seemed to increase. Blood didn’t stop flowing but it became worse.

While blood continued flowing from Darus’s earlobe, the wind outside began to blow fiercely. Just then the blood was only flowing from Daud’s ear, but now it began to come out from his mouth and nose as well. Darus became weak and his cries began to slow down. He had lost all his energy.

The flowing of the blood then became more disgusting when a few dark green worms started to come out. The worms were the size of a thumb. The worms twiggled and wrestled with each other when they fell off to the floor.

More worms came out from his mouth, nose and ears. Hamzah had to ask for a basin to collect the worms. It was very gross. The smell was of decaying meat.

Darus panted for air. His chest weaved heavily as if it was very difficult to breathe. Too much blood had existed from his body.

“It is better if we bring him to the hospital,” suggested Hamzah to Majdi who was accompanying him right there.

Hamzah ordered Soleh and Aziz to call Badri because he was the only person in Lane Street who had a car at that time. Both of the men obeyed the order even though their heart was pounding real hard. They were afraid to walk outside in the night, but they had no other choice. Darus must get help from the hospital.

Hamzah looked down at Darus. Now Darus’s condition became critical. With the basin put under his head, the worms had filled the basin up to almost full.

“It is better to call his parents here,” said Hamzah to Majdi. Hamzah felt Darus had no hope to live. His parents should be informed about their son’s condition before it was too late.

Majdi nodded in agreement, and quickly went out to call for Darus’s parents. Before that he looked back for a second and saw the flow of worms had stopped. Majdi continued walking and prayed to God that Darus could be saved.

Gently, Hamzah put Darus’s head on the floor because now he saw the flow of worms had stopped. He got up and went to the bedroom. He took a pillow and put it under Darus’s head. Darus who had become too weak didn’t do anything. He just let Hamzah take everything under his control.

That night, everybody in Lane Street was very frightened. The story of how Darus was attacked by a red eyed, green grasshopper had spread around so quickly. Everybody was talking about the worms and blood that came out from Darus’s nose, ears and mouth. Many of them were already gathering up at Hamzah’s house to see the real situation. Furthermore they preferred to gather at Hamzah’s house with the other residents than staying alone at home. It would be much safer to be around a lot of people.

As soon as Badri came with his car, a few young men carried Darus to put him into the car. But Darus had become very weak. It was only halfway to the car that Darus passed away. So they cancelled the trip to the hospital and carried Darus’s body into Hamzah’s house again. Darus’s parents were waiting in the house and all they could do was cry.

At home, Daud laughed in satisfaction. Malika was standing in front of him, grinning with her ugly face. Daud was very proud because Malika had succeeded to help him save his pride. Daud knew Darus must die due to his bad mouth slandering. He hated it real much if a person talked something bad about him, especially when the person started to tell everybody he was keeping a sundal bolong.

“After this you must watch out for everyone else who talks about me and you,” said Daud to his Malika. “We are now desperate and we have to do everything to save our name and dignity,” added Daud.

That night, Daud couldn’t get to sleep. Even though he had killed Darus, his heart felt uneasy. He knew killing is a big sin.

“Serves him right. Who asked him to mess around with me? He was the one who started it first,” said Daud to himself. He said that just to calm himself down a little bit. The feeling of guilt had started to invade into his conscious mind.

Daud recalled about Pawang Pahar again. Every time when he thought about Pawang Pahar, Daud became very scared. To him, Pawang Pahar should be bribed so that he would shut off his mouth.

“Only by bribing him I can prevent him from revealing my secret to the whole neighborhood,” whispered Daud to himself. Daud quickly counted the money he earned from curing the daughter of Samad that day. Samad gave him $600, and now the balance was $500.

“If I give him $300, I think he will like it,” said Daud to himself again. “Besides, Pawang Pahar is my good friend.”

Daud could smile again, thinking that Pawang Pahar could help him in saving his name and dignity. Daud thought he could count of Pawang Pahar, and believe that a good friend would never betray another good friend.

To Daud, the sundal bolong problem was not a big issue. But a bigger issue was about his name and his dignity. That was the only good thing that he had. Pride and dignity should be taken care very carefully as it was a very delicate element in life and very valuable. Due to the thinking, Daud could not wait to meet Pawang Pahar. If he could, he would have met Pawang Pahar on that very instant.

Tomorrow would come soon, persuaded Daud to himself. He smoothed his moustache and beard and tried to calm himself. Soon, he would be meeting Pawang Pahar. With that in mind, Daud closed his eye lids and tried to get some sleep.

SUNDAL BOLONG CHAPTER 5

2009-02-18T20:38:00.000-08:00

The pocong which was found by the residents of Lane Street a few days ago under the oak tree was now the most popular topic of discussion. The story of how Daud chased away the sundal bolong from the body of Anita, daughter of Samad was not a hot issue anymore. People were more interested to talk about a new thing that happened recently.

A week ago, Zainab, the daughter of Hamzah was found lying unconscious under the same oak tree. When she woke up she told she was being disturbed by the pocong. Due to her statement, everybody in the neighborhood believed that another ghost was then attacking in their housing area. It meant they had to deal with two ghosts then – the sundal bolong and the pocong.

Zainab was found by a young man named Zahar. At first he thought it was the pocong who was lying down there, but it couldn’t be because it was in the middle of daylight. So he approached the lying figure carefully and noticed it was Zainab. Without delaying he called upon her father to come over and pick her daughter up. He was not brave enough to carry Zainab home, afraid that the neighborhood would misunderstand his intention. He didn’t want to smear his name.

Hamzah suggested to call upon Daud. But many of the residents thought it was not the sundal bolong’s doing, so it would be a waste of time if they called upon Daud. They were convinced it was indeed the doing of the pocong, based on what Zainab told them.

A few days after that Hamzah’s family made a decision to throw out a religious ceremony to show gratitude that their daughter was unharmed by the pocong.

But before the ceremony was going to be held, one of the elderly in Lane Street which was respected by everybody advised him to call upon Pawang Pahar. Pawang Pahar was able to help Zainab get back to her normal condition. It seemed that Zainab had lost her inner strength due to the shock of seeing the pocong.

Daud was not seen anywhere. Most probably he stayed at home and distanced himself from other residents. Therefore he was not aware of what happened to Zainab. In his mind he only had one intention. He wanted Malika to disturb Sharifah again, so that her father and her husband would in return pay him more.

Moreover, Daud knew if it was really the pocong who disturbed Zainab, he couldn’t do anything about it because it had nothing to do with sundal bolong. It was better if he kept himself away from the problem.

That night, Daud prepared on his plan to attack Sharifah. In his mind, he had started imagining how much money he could get this time.

“Malika! Get ready. This is my instructions for you…” said Daud with a hideous smile.

Malika opened her red eyes and the rituals began. That night, Daud and his Malika stayed up until the first hint of dawn appeared from the sky.

SUNDAL BOLONG CHAPTER 4

2009-02-17T19:24:00.001-08:00

Daud had started imagining how lucrative Samad’s payment would be. He waited anxiously if there were anybody coming over to invite him to Samad’s house. Daud was sure in not more than half an hour, somebody would come over to tell him about Anita’s illness. He just had to be more patient.

Daud knew he was already old. His skin obviously showed his age. In fact, he looked older than his age because he was never concerned about his own health and fitness. He was just a plain old man who had nothing. However, that night Daud had more than his age to think about. He was then imagining Anita’ pretty face which would turn into an ugly expression. Daud knew it was all going to be Malika’s doing. Daud smiled and showed off his empty jaws, except for the four teeth on the front rows which were still intact.

Outside, the wind blew fiercely and the sky started to turn dark. Daud knew a heavy thunderstorm would attack in just a few minutes from then. Lane Street would be in a chaos soon. Daud smiled again in satisfaction.

At Samad’s house, more people from the Lane Street’s neighborhood had flooded the house compound and inside it. All of them came due to one intention: they wanted to see with their own eyes the condition of Anita. It was a rare occasion where a pretty girl like Anita be possessed by a ghost. It would be the hottest gossip to talk about in Lane Street for at least two weeks.

Inside, Anita was still kicking and struggling. Not less than four young men were holding her, but Anita’s strength was too enormous. All the men could not stand more than five minutes holding on to her. That was why they took turn. Every five minutes, new faces stepped in to hold Anita.

Anita gritted her teeth. She failed to get free from the grip of the strong young men. Due to that, she got even more angrier. She stared fiercely at all the men as if giving them a warning. Once in a while, she drifted her gaze towards the open window. The flash of lightning was seen several times through the window opening. Then the sounds of thunder trailed a few seconds later.

“Shut off the window. It is going to rain heavily,” ordered Tuan Haji Ahmad, one of the respected man in Lane Street. He seemed to be in charge. He knew it would turn out to be hot and humid in the house if the window was shut off. But he was even more worried if suddenly Anita jumped out through the window.

Hasnah, which was Anita’s mother become more concerned and worried. She was worried about the safety of her only daughter. She hoped the spirit who disturbed and possessed her daughter would shift out and enter her body instead. She was willing to make a sacrifice if it was for the benefit of her daughter. It was the proof of love from a mother to her daughter.

Anita’s condition became worsen. Her eyes were now deep red like the crushed cherries. Her looks was undeniably frightening. She kept looking angrily towards the men who were holding her tightly. It was obvious she wanted to get free of the grip.

Samad’s expression had now turned anxious and pale. He was in panic when he saw his daughter’s condition became worse. He saw with his own eyes how Anita’s face turned from a soft expression into a horrifying and frightening one. Samad felt as if he wanted to run away. Due to the unstable emotion he was feeling, Samad asked another young man to replace him. Then Samad walked away from the living room and went outside.

As soon as he was outside, Samad felt relieved. Only then he could think clearer. Suddenly he recalled about a piece of kemenyan which was given by Pawang Pahar to him. Samad quickly went back into the house. He remembered he had put the kemenyan in his bedroom. And Samad really hoped the kemenyan would be a help to get rid of the ghost.

“Burn this kemenyan,” ordered Samad to one of his grown up nephews. The teenage boy didn’t say a word but quickly ran to the kitchen. A few minutes afterwards, he came back running with a bowl of kemenyan already burned. Smoke from the kemenyan was thick and cloudy. The teenage boy held the burned kemenyan towards Samad.

Samad took the bowl containing burned kemenyan’s from the boy. He forwarded the bowl towards Anita’s face. He recited several religious versus then blew the smoke towards Anita’s face.

Suddenly Anita became extra aggressive. She looked very angry as if she could eat everybody alive.

“Let go of me! Let me go, you bastards!” screamed Anita as loudly as she could. All the young men who were holding on to her tightened their grip.

“You want to kill me? You really want me to die, don’t you? Speak up. Who are you? I want to know who’s the one! Tell me who wanted me to die!” Anita screamed again. Nobody dared to answer Anita’s question. They looked at each other and tried guessing what were inside each other’s chest. They hoped the kemenyan would be able to help Samad getting rid of the ghost.

But Anita’s condition became worse. The burning of kemenyan didn’t make Anita weak but it made her angry. She became more alert of her surroundings. She was just waiting for the young men to be tired or careless. As soon as she felt the grip were loosened, she collected all her energy and five of the young men were kicked off and fell down helplessly on the floor.

Anita ran towards the closed window and opened the latch. She pushed the window to open and was ready to climb up. She wanted to jump out. The falling men got up immediately and chased Anita as soon as they could. Fortunately they were able to catch Anita before she succeeded to jump out of the house. Anita was taken back to her bed.

“I guess this is the doing of a sundal bolong, and not pocong as told by our friends just now. Seeing from her condition, it is more likely that a sundal bolong has entered Anita’s body,” said Tuan Haji Ahmad to Samad. Tuan Haji Ahmad was a respected person in Lane Street and his words were trusted and respected by everybody in the neighborhood.

“If that is the case, it is better if Daud come over here quickly,” replied Samad. He was getting impatient because he had waited for more than half an hour for Daud to arrive. He was starting to think that Daud was not informed.

Five men were appointed to invite Daud. As soon as they reached Daud’s house, one of the men called for Daud.

“What is the matter with all of you? Why are you yelling at me at this hour? Don’t you think I have the right to rest peacefully in my own house?” mentioned Daud in an act. He knew why they were there but if he showed he knew, his plans would fail.

“Didn’t anybody tell you about Anita, Samad’s daughter? Samad sent someone to invite you over to his house just now. Didn’t he tell you?” asked the man.

“No. Nobody came over here. What happened to Samad’s daughter?” asked Daud, trying his hardest not to show a pleasant and satisfied smile.

“She is attacked and possessed by the sundal bolong. Help, Daud. You are the only person in our neighborhood who can help,” replied the man again.

“You go ahead. I’ll come later because I have to prepare something in order to cure Anita. Tell Samad and everybody there to be patient for a little longer,” ordered Daud.

The men obeyed. One of them saw several frightening figures were surrounding Daud’s house when they were leaving. He didn’t tell the rest of them about it, but he quickened his steps. Later, when the situation was right, maybe he would tell the others about it.

About fifteen minutes later, Daud arrived at Samad’s house with all his equipments. Then he asked Samad to burn the kemenyan and put it in a bowl. Samad showed him the already burning kemenyan in the bowl.

“Who’s kemenyan is this?” asked Daud, curious.

“Pawang Pahar’s.” answered Samad shortly.

“Pawang Pahar?” asked Daud in a different tone. He was actually surprised to hear the name of Pawang Pahar. Daud looked down for a while, thinking. Samad became worried to see Daud acting strangely.

“What’s the wrong with the kemenyan?” asked Samad. He began to doubt Daud’s ability to cure her daughter. He decided if Daud failed to cure Anita, he would call upon Pawang Pahar himself.

“Don’t worry. Everything is under control.” Suddenly Daud voice up again. He didn’t want Samad to lose faith on him. Immediately he took the bowl of kemenyan and ordered for some coconut oil, shallots and a bit of black pepper as well as rice. His request was fulfilled quickly. Daud took a handful of rice and brought his hand to his mouth. He recited some versus unknown to anybody. Then he threw the rice to four corners of the bedroom.

Daud spitted several times at the four corners, and then he sat back at his original position. While waiting for the kemenyan to burn more and produce maximum smoke, Samad lighted a cigarette.

“I am only trying to help, but because you have invaded the rules from my guru the effort would be much harder. I am risking my life to cure you daughter. However, I will still try to heal her. If I succeed, you have to give me goat and chicken liver because sundal bolong will only go away if she is fed with her favorite meal,” said Daud.

“I will give you whatever you want if you cured my daughter,” promised Samad. At that time he was only concerned of her daughter’s health. Money was not an issue to him.

“Take that poison away from me!” yelled Anita angrily. She was so upset when Daud took the smoke from the bowl to her face. The smell from the smoke made her difficult to breathe. She struggled to get free from the smoke.

“Oh… you are still finding ways to fight me, don’t you?” replied Daud in a harsh tone. Then he poured the coconut oil into a small saucer. He put the shallots and black peper on the saucer.

“If you are brave enough to fight me, come on now,” dared Daud while looking straight into Anita’s eyes. Then Daud pressed Anita’s toes as hard as he could.

Anita cried out of pain.

“Let me go! Let me go! I promise I won’t bother her again. But you have to promise to feed me well. Or else, I will come back. I will!” warned the voice which came from Anita’s mouth. It was indeed the voice of Malika, the sundal bolong.

“You are really stubborn. Now take this!” Daud picked up the black pepper and pressed it onto Anita’s toes. Anita screamed in pain.

“Alright! You win! I’ll go away and never return. But remember about your promise. I will return if you broke your promise!” Anita said again but with a lower tone. She sounded weaker.

“I order you to go back to where you live this instant! I know who you are and it is better if you obey my command. Now go back. Go!”

Anita didn’t say anything, but her mouth opened wide. A disgusting sound appeared from her throat, as if she was choked or something. Daud put his right hand on Anita’s mouth and ready to catch the invisible thing which looked like it was going through Anita’s throat to escape.

Everyone saw what Daud did. Daud seemed to catch something from Anita’s mouth and then he put the invisible thing into a bottle. Anita was seen to turn back to normal. Her expression turned back to soft and natural. Daud ordered everybody to vacant the bedroom so that Anita could have a rest.

“Come, let’s leave her to rest. She’s cured now and let her gain back her strength,” said Daud to everyone while he himself got up and walked towards the living room. Everybody in the bedroom followed Daud’s steps. In just a few seconds the living room was full of people. Everybody were surrounding Daud. He became more popular than before.

SUNDAL BOLONG CHAPTER 3

2009-02-16T18:41:00.002-08:00

Almost a month Daud didn’t feed his sundal bolong with chicken and goat liver. The leftovers from what Badar gave him had long ago being finished up by Malika. Daud still remembered how greedily Malika ate. She took less than a week to finish all of them, even though her body was just as small as a soft drink bottle. After three days, the liver had begun to rot and maggots started to appear, but Malika’s appetite never went down. She gobbled whatever was left hungrily.

“Finish up all the liver before I give you a fresh one,” ordered Daud to Malika who was still chewing and swallowing the liver full of maggots. Malika didn’t utter a word. She only let out a hysterical laugh which would make every hair of human being stood on ends. But Daud was not scared of Malika.

The $300 given by Badar on the day of his daughter’s wedding was getting less. Daud had spent most of the money and now only a few dollars were left with him. He knew he couldn’t survive if he didn’t have a job soon. Then Daud started to think about performing his second possession. In his heart, he only saw the face of Anita, the daughter of Samad.

Daud knew Anita was not his own daughter but she was adopted. Samad was married to Hasnah based on love with each other, but they had not been blessed with any child. That was the reason the couple decided to adopt Anita. It was also based on the urge from their extended family members.

The couple had taken a child from a Chinese widow who had seven other children with her. She couldn’t afford to take care of her new baby, and that’s why she was given to Samad and his wife. Samad gave the Chinese lady some money to show his gratitude and appreciation.

Samad was known as a stingy person. He never gave any money away for donation or as a gift. But when he gave $500 to the Chinese widow, everyone in Lane Street was surprised. Incidents could never be hidden in Lane Street.

Badar and his friends gossiped about Samad for a few days. Several of the regular customers at the coffee shop also talked about the same thing. Daud who was there most of the time had also talked about it too. If Samad was willing to spend $500 on Anita, it could mean he loved that baby very much.

When Daud thought about how Samad was not stingy when it was about his daughter, Daud guessed he surely wouldn’t mind to spend more if something happened to Anita.

“This time I am confident I’ll get more payment,” whispered Daud to himself.

That dusk, Daud sat at the middle of his house, at the living room. He wore his old sarong without any shirt on. He closed his eyes while his lips recited something which only he understood. Outside, the dark clouds was beginning to darken. The smooth blowing wind had now turned harsh. Several trees around Daud’s house shaked, as if being touched by the hands of a giant.

White, cloudy smoke filled the air in Daud’s living room. The kemenyan was now burning and the smell dominated the small space of the room. Sometimes, the small shabby house shook when the wind became too fierce.

A minute afterwards, Daud opened his eyes widely. His eye sockets almost protruded out. His eye balls were red as the flame, and his face turned fierce. He looked exactly like an evil, mad ghost.

“Go to Samad’s house and enter his daughter’s body, Anita. Before you succeeded in doing it, don’t you ever dare come home to me. I am no longer your master if you fail in your job, or if you disobey my command,” warned Daud.

“Yes, master,” replied Malika, full of obedience.

“When you succeed this time, a better reward will be waiting for you. This is my promise for you. And I have never betrayed my own promise. Now go!”

“I want more human blood this time…” demanded Malika. A few drops of human blood is no longer enough for Malika. She had tasted it and she wanted it more to satisfy her strange and disgusting appetite.

“I’ll arrange that for you. Don’t you worry a bit about that matter. Now go and do as you are told to. Never look back after you are out of my house. Never return, unless you have done your job successfully. Go!”

Malika flew upwards in a matter of seconds and as quickly as the speed of lightning, she vanished into thin air. Only traces of black smoke could be seen on the spot which Malika disappeared. Daud followed the movement of the black smoke until it was no longer within his site. He knew Malika would do her job as she was told. Now there was nothing else to do but to wait.

At Samad’s house, Anita was at the kitchen. She was helping her mother preparing the dinner. The kitchen’s window was open wide, and she could feel the wind blowing fiercely outside the house. Anita felt a shiver running up her spine, and she felt spooky. Suddenly she saw the movements of faint, blackish smoke entering the window.

Anita became frightened and walked towards the window. She closed them immediately. She felt so cold and her body shivered. She had never felt that way before.

“Anita, what’s wrong?” asked her mother. She never saw Anita acting strange like that. She saw her daughter was shivering really hard.

“I feel like I am going to catch a fever, mom. The wind outside the house is too strong. That’s why I closed it. I can’t stand it. It’s too cold,” told Anita to her mother, Hasnah.

Hasnah walked towards the window and opened it. She was convinced no wind was blowing when her daughter closed them just now. She didn’t feel anything, nor did she felt cold.

“See. There’s no strong wind outside our house. The weather is just nice. And I can’t see any traces of blowing wind. You are just imagining things, Anita,” Hasnah said.

Now Anita felt really cold. She could no longer tolerate the shivering of her body. She ran to her bedroom and lay down. She grabbed her blanket and covered her whole body with it. Hasnah quickly followed her daughter to her room. When she saw Anita’s condition, she felt weird. Anita had never been like that. It was strange.

Hasnah quickly went to the musolla to tell her husband about their daughter. At that time Samad was at the musolla to perform the night prayers. As soon as he finished with his prayers, he followed Hasnah home. Several young men from Lane Street offered themselves to come along.

The young men wanted to come along because they had met with a ghost a couple of nights before. They were on the way back from work when a pocong disturbed them. They thought it was possible that the same ghost had disturbed Anita. They wanted to tell Samad about it. Who knows the information might help them to cure Anita.

When they arrived at Samad’s house, Anita was still in the same condition. She was covering herself under the blanket, but her expression had changed into a weird look. Her face was too scary to look at. Her eye balls were red, and she kept smiling awkwardly towards Samad, Hasnah and the two young men.

Samad asked the young men to call Daud. He was the only person that Samad knew could cure the possession of a ghost. Quickly, both of them went to Daud’s house.

Meanwhile, Anita became more aggressive. She sweated a lot, as if it was too hot. Suddenly, she screamed with a voice so terrifying. Neighbors started to come over to help. Everybody was shocked to hear the voice of Anita’s screaming.

Just now Anita was lying down, but now she sat up on her bed. She pushed her mother away, and Hasnah fell down hard on the floor. Everybody who watched was amazed to see how strong the energy of Anita. Samad took over the place of Hasnah. He held her daughter’s body tightly.

“Get out of my way!” screamed Anita. She looked very angry.

Many people were already filling up into her bedroom. All of them looked at each other without uttering a word. The room was silent. Anita began to kick and struggle.

“Where’s Daud?” asked Samad in an impatient tone. He had waited for almost half an hour but Daud had still not arrived. He had depended on the two young men, but now he started to doubt them.

Anita had turned into a strong and fierce girl. Six men who was now holding her was panting for air. Anita was too strong for them to hold on. One of the skinnier young man who held her was kicked away by Anita.

Everybody was convinced that pocong that entered in Anita’s body. But now they can’t do anything. They only hoped Daud would arrive soon.

SUNDAL BOLONG CHAPTER 2

2009-02-15T17:31:00.000-08:00

Lane Street had a big feast that day. All the neighborhood gathered up at Badar’s house to attend the wedding ceremony of his first daughter, Sharifah. Sharifah was indeed a very beautiful young woman, and she was the most beautiful girl in the neighborhood. Almost everybody in the neighborhood had a crush on her, but it was all too unfortunate for them. Sharifah never had any interest in any of them.

Badar had one good principle in his life about marriage. The first in-law of the family should be chosen carefully because he wanted to give a good impression to all the residents in Lane Street. He felt nobody was qualified from Lane Street to meet his standards. Due to that, he had to find somebody else from outside the community. The name of the chosen bridegroom was Amir and he worked as a government civil servant. Even though the pay was not that high, to a village resident like Badar, having an in-law who works with the government is already something to brag about.

Badar loved his daughter very much, and he realized that after the wedding he would lose her daughter because of course she wanted to live with her husband. But he knew he had to let go of her daughter because that is the way life should be. He spent lavishly for the wedding and the ceremony went on for almost a week. All his relatives and friends were invited.

Daud was also invited to the wedding ceremony. Even though he didn’t have the heart to be there, Daud knew it was the perfect time for him to make a revengeful move. Ready or not, the wedding was the right place and the right time to release Malika, the sundal bolong.

“Wait until you get to know Malika. When the moment comes, you’ll know the sky is not always clear, and I am not as stupid as you think. At that time, you’ll beg me for mercy,” whispered Daud when he was walking towards Badar’s house.

When he reached there, everyone looked at him in question. They were wondering why Daud hadn’t been at Badar’s house during the preparing days of the wedding. Some of them thought Daud was away from home, seeing his son at the town. Some of them said he was sick. But the rumors stopped just like that, because nobody was that interested to know further about what happened to Daud. Furthermore, he’s a nobody in the neighborhood.

The ultimate day of the wedding ceremony had arrived, and that was the day when Daud went to Badar’s house. Badar’s house was full of people, loud music playing in the background, little children playing and running happily around. Mothers gathered in small groups here and there, gossiping while doing chores they were assigned to do.

Daud was there alone. Before he left home, Daud ordered Malika to perform her duty as she was told to. He promised to reward her with a special gift if Malika succeeded in this task.

Daud headed straight to the dining tent and joined the other guests. He was just starting his meal when suddenly he heard panic voices came from inside Badar’s house.

“What happened?” asked one of the guests to Daud, because he was the one sitting next to him. Daud shook his head innocently, as if he didn’t know a thing about the incident. But actually he felt so proud at that time, because he knew Malika had really done her job well. Daud was really happy because he succeeded to humiliate Badar on his daughter’s wedding day.

From Badar’s house, the panic voices became louder. Several women from the bride’s room ran downstairs, asking for Badar.

“Where’s Badar?” asked Minah, one of the women.

“What’s the matter?” replied Razak, the man who was asked by Minah.

“This is about Sharifah. She fell down and fainted all of a sudden. Go and find Badar. Tell him, his daughter fainted.”

Razak ran quickly to where Badar was standing. At that time Badar was at the reception, waiting and entertaining the guests. .

“Badar! Your daughter fainted! Hurry up!” Razak said without proper pronounciation, due to short of breath after running too quickly.

“What?”Badar was surprised, but followed Razak without questioning any further. He left the reception duties to another ad-hock who was with him at that time.

Badar ran straight into his house. As soon as he reached the steps, he raced upstairs into his daughter’s room. Badar saw her daughter was lying unconscious on the dresser’s lap. According to the dresser’s word, Sharifah was attacked by sundal bolong. She had seen something similar to what happened to Sharifah before. It happened in another wedding a couple of months back, and she was the bride’s dresser.

“Sundal bolong is evil. After a while, you will see Sharifah will start grunting and pushing around as if she is mad. She will scream her lungs out. The faint phase is just the beginning, before sundal bolong really sets in her body. You’ll see,” explained Lela, the name of the dresser.

Badar turned silent after he heard the explanation from Lela. In his heart, he hoped everything could be turned back to normal because he didn’t afford to accept shame and humiliation when his in-law’s family arrived later. He didn’t want them to get a bad first impression of his image and dignity.

Badar didn’t know what to do but the dresser saved the situation. She gave an idea. She said Badar should find somebody who is an expert in ghosts and evil spirits. Badar knew Pawang Pahar would be able to cure, but Badar was ashamed to invite Pawang Pahar to his house because Badar didn’t even invited him to the wedding ceremony. Badar had a fight with Pawang Pahar a few months back. He really regretted that he had a fight with Pawang Pahar.

Inspite all that, Badar suspected it was Pawang Pahars doing that made his daughter fainted. Badar never thought it was Daud who did all that. It never occurred to him that his own ill doing towards Daud was then being paid back.

The gossip about Sharifah being possessed by sundal bolong had spread quickly among the guests. Everybody was then talking about it. However, Daud who was mingling with them didn’t dare to open his mouth. He didn’t want to take any risk into nosing and gossiping with people he hardly knew.

Soon afterwards, a loud and shrieking voice was heard from upstairs. Daud got up from his sittings and slowly he went up the stairs of Badar’s house. He squeezed himself to get into Sharifah’s room. He saw Sharifah was held by six men, and saw the expression on Badar’s face. Badar looked so pale with no traces of blood on this face.

“Isn’t there anybody that can cure her?” asked Daud. Everybody around him stood still and became silent. Sharifah was still kicking and grunting to get free from the grip of the six men. Her well groomed hair was already loosening up its tidiness and her facial expression turned wild. Her eyes became bloody red and she kept grinning and showing her gritting teeth. It was a such a frightful face to look at.

“Let me free! Let me beat up the son of a *****!” said Sharifah while still struggling and kicking fiercely.

When Daud saw Sharifah was becoming more fierce, he quickly asked a teenager who was standing nearby to get him coconut oil, some shallots and a handful of black pepper.

“Bring the things to me quick,” ordered Daud to the boy. Badar who was standing in the room looked at Daud helplessly. He had to give permission to Daud, because he was in total blank at the moment. Any effort was welcome, rather than nothing at all. Badar really hoped her daughter could be cured before his in-laws family arrive.

Badar didn’t believe Daud at all, but as long as Sharifah could be cured he would be grateful at the moment. Soon, the boy came with all the things requested by Daud. The things changed hands and Daud took several pieces of the black pepper and 3 shallots. He asked for a small saucer to mix the coconut oil with the black pepper.

After he got the saucer, Daud poured the coconut oil onto it. Then he picked up the shallots together with the black pepper on the saucer and cited something like a serment towards the things.

Sharifah became more aggressive. She screamed out her lungs and she never shifted her stare from Daud’s face. She looked straight into Daud’s eyes and both eyes were flaming red. She looked like she would want to eat him alive.

Daud was still calm. He didn’t show he was scared. He looked back at Sharifah’s scary face with a staring glare. Then he ordered the six men to carry Sharifah to her bed, so that she could lie down.

“It is always a pleasure to me when a patient is lying down. It makes my job easier,” said Daud while throwing a cynical smile towards Badar. Badar could not return Daud’s smile in a tight situation like that. It was awkward.

Daud turned his attention to what he was doing. He put the shallots at Sharifah’s right toe. Sharifah seemed calmer than before. However, her eyes was still staring madly at Daud. It was as if she was showing a protest of what Daud was doing to her.

Daud continued pressing the shallots at Sharifah’s right toe while his mouth cited something which could not be heard by anyone in the room. After he finished citing, Daud took the black pepper into his hands and squeezed them on Sharifah’s right toe.

Now, Sharifah didn’t kick and struggle anymore. She was not screaming either. She lied down in a somewhat calm situation, only that everybody could see her chest was heaving heavily. Her breath sounded like the waves from the ocean. It seemed like she had just entered a one thousand kilometer marathon.

“Now tell me. What’s your name?” scolded Daud.

Sharifah didn’t utter a word. Her bloody red eyes stared back in complete anger.

“Speak up. What’s your name?” Daud increased his voice to an angrier tone. Everybody from the guest tent could hear him.

“Malika,” answered Sharifah softly. Everybody looked at each other when they heard Sharifah uttering the name Malika.

“Your parents’ name?” asked Daud while squeezing harder on Sharifah’s right toe. The shallot broke into pieces because the squeeze was too hard.

Sharifah didn’t feel the pain at all. She kept being silent for a while.

Daud was asking just to prove to everybody that he didn’t know anything about the sundal bolong. It was just an act to cover his evil doings. He also did it because he wanted to show to everybody that he was capable of curing Sharifah. He wanted to show that he was the one in charge now. Not Badar, but him.

Daud was sure Malika didn’t know his name, because he never told her.

“Tell me quick. Who are your parents? If you don’t tell me, I’ll kill you this instant!” Daud warned, showing off as if he was the real warrior.

“I don’t know! I don’t know!” said Sharifah. Badar began to become convinced that Daud was able to cure her daughter. He smiled with hope.

“If you have no master nor parents, it is better if you leave now or else I’ll kill you,” ordered Daud.

“I will obey you, but you have to fulfill several conditions,” said Sharifah. It seemed like that but actually it was Malika who was speaking.

“What’s the condition?” scolded Daud.

“You have to give me seven roasted chicken for seven consecutive days, together with one kilograms of chicken liver, and one kilogram of goat liver for seven consecutive days also. If you fail to fulfill this condition, I will come back.”

Daud turned to look at Badar. Badar nodded his head and agreed to everything that came out from her daughter’s mouth. He only wanted the sundal bolong to get out, because that’s the most important thing of all.

“We agree to your condition. But you have to promise to get out now,” ordered Daud.

Sharifah’s body moved upwards in an abrupt. A few seconds later she was fully awake but she looked very tired. Daud asked everybody to leave the room, because he wanted to give some air and space for the bride.

Everybody left the room except Lela, the dresser. Badar walked side by side with Daud while continuously thanking him of curing his daughter from the possession of sundal bolong. When both of them reached the dining tent, everybody came towards Daud. He became a celebrity on an instant. Everybody wanted to know more about the sundal bolong and how it came about into Sharifah’s body.

Daud was reluctant to answer any questions. He gave reasons that he had to fight he sundal bolong and he risked his life for doing it. Actually, he didn’t have to do anything. He just sat in front of Sharifah and ordered Malika to get out. That’s all, but nobody knew about that. It was a secret only he knew about.

Now everybody at the wedding ceremony gossiped about Daud. The rumors were Daud had turned into a shaman. They never expected Daud to have such a rare talent. Nobody else in the neighborhood had a special gift like Daud.

“I think Daud learned from Pawang Pahar,” said one of the residents at Lane Street. Most of them knew Daud and Pawang Pahar were close friends.

Lela who was a loud speaker had now slowed down. She was afraid to talk much. She concentrated on her job dressing up the bride. Sharifah looked pale and tired, and she let Lela do her job without saying a word.

Sharifah’s pale complexion was made up carefully by Lela. She tried her best so that Sharifah could look cheerful and glowing with the make-up. Actually Lela was afraid too, somehow she doubted whether the sundal bolong would return and attack Sharifah again. What’s more frightening, Lela was afraid the sundal bolong would attack her as well.

The wedding ceremony was still continued in spite of the horrifying incident. But the ceremony was done quickly and simple due to Sharifah’s condition. After the wedding, Badar came to Daud and thanked him again for saving his dignity. If Daud didn’t help him, he was sure the wedding ceremony would turn out to be a shame.

While shaking hands, Badar slipped an envelope into Daud’s hands. Daud didn’t resist the gift, he only smiled widely. He knew what was inside the envelope. It would certainly be cash. When Daud was returning home, once again he told Badar to call upon him if he needed Daud’s help.

When Daud reached home, he immediately opened the envelope. Inside the envelope was $300. It had been a while for Daud to hold such a big amount of cash. He started counting, if in one day he would get $300, in a month he would earn $9,000. He imagined how rich he would become if he continued to order Malika to enter into rich people’s daughters.

That evening, Badar came to Daud’s house to give the roasted chicken, goat liver and chicken liver as requested by Malika. Badar also added some leftovers from the wedding ceremony. That night Daud and Malika ate like there was a feast. Daud didn’t forget to add a few drops of his own blood into Malika’s meal.

“If you keep following my orders, I will give you more than you get tonight,” said Daud encouragingly to Malika who ate her meal furiously. Malika only nodded in agreement.

After eating, Daud lied down and started thinking. He continuously thinking about Samad and Ali. Both of them were rich and Daud knew they would pay much more to save their daughter’s lives from the attack of sundal bolong.

Before he fell in deep sleep, Daud called both of the men’s name repeatedly. In his head, he could imagine the face of both their daughters. He knew both of them would be the next target soon.

SUNDAL BOLONG - CHAPTER 1

2009-02-12T17:24:00.001-08:00

Daud was still gazing outside from his shabby corridor. It had been a week that he acted that way. Nobody knew why Daud chose to distant himself from the neighborhood at Lane Street. There was one instant when a group of young men who passed by Daud's house tried to greet him. But Daud never replied. He was so immersed in his thoughts. Moreover, the men didn't think it was strange at all at that time.

"Maybe he didn't hear me," whispered Nick when his greetings were not replied by Daud.

Daud is a middle aged man around 50. Obviously at that time he was having some financial difficulties. All his assets was sold because he lost in gambling. Due to not having anything left except the little land he was living now, and a little shabby wooden house, Daud worked as a rubber tapper in the orchard owned by Badar.

Actually, the orchard was once belonged to Daud, but after he lost in gambling he had to sell it off to Badar. Badar was the person who gambled with Daud, but because Badar was lucky, he won. That was what Daud thought about Badar.

"What a silly fortune I had," said Daud to himself. "I had to be a coolie in my own orchard."

To keep on gambling, Daud didn't have any money left. If he had even as little as $100 or $200, he would want to continue gambling with the hope that he could redeem back his orchard.

"I don't believe I would be a pauper for the rest of my life. And I don't believe that luck will always be on Badar's hands," said Daud repeatedly to himself.

Sometimes, Daud thought to end his stupid activity in gambling. He really hoped that all his cravings for gambling would just vanish. He had been thinking, after all this while he never even won except the first time he played with Badar, Mazlan, Akop and Johar. And he only won $500.

Daud was very happy when he won the $500. It was the first time and he did won. He never thought that Badar was just giving way to him so that he would be attracted to play again.

"Next time when you are free, come and join us," said Badar to Daud after they had finished gambling at Farid's house which was situated at the end of the street.

"If I win just like today, I will come again tomorrow night," replied Daud with a proud smile.

After that day, Daud was at Farid's house almost every night. But he never ever won any games. He even lost $8,000 from his savings which he intended for his future plannings.

After his money was gone, Daud became angrier. But he never wanted to repent. He put his orchard into the stake. At first, Badar didn't want to accept Daud's offer. But it turned out to be just an upfront show. Badar didn't care even if Daud lost his life.

To Badar, whatever assets can be put at stake. As long as the value is equivalent, it's enought for him. Moreover, Badar was really confident he would win again.

Actually Johar, Mazlan and Akop were paid by Badar to play along in the game. They didn't have to pay a single cent. Because Daud was so obsessed by the gambling, and his eyesight was getting poorer due to his age, it was pretty easy for the three of them to cheat.

"It was possible that they cheated on me," guessed Daud. And he really regretted it and now he was determined to get back all his money and assets which had transferred to Badar's hands. Daud was determined to do anything and everything.

To Daud, he only had the orchard which was 10 acres wide. It was the only property which he could give to his only son who was studying overseas at that time. He wanted his son, Ramli, to have the orchard after he completed his studies.

Now, all his dreams had vanished. His only asset which he wanted to give to his son was on mortgage. His dreams for the future had evaporated and lost in the blowing wind.

Suddenly, Daud recalled about the story related to him by Pawang Pahar. Pawang Pahar said sundal bolong is a type of ghost which can be kept alive and be made as a servant to his owner. Sundal bolong will obey every command from his master without questioning, as long as it is fed sufficiently.

Pawang Pahar also told Daud the methods to own the sundal bolong. Someone who wants to keep a sundal bolong can call it by putting several pieces of goat liver and chicken liver in a clay pot.

The clay pot should be poured over with a bowl of chicken blood and a few drops of blood from the person who wants to own the sundal bolong. After all the conditions are fulfilled, the clay pot must be presented upfront while calling the name of the sundal bolong in the middle of the night. The ceremony is best done on Friday night when the moon is full.

That was the thing that made Daud silent lately. He was really convinced with the story of Pawang Pahar. To Daud that was the only way in which he could redeem his money and assets from Bahar.

Apart from that, Daud was determined to keep his intention as a secret. Even though he didn’t have any enemies in the neighborhood, he didn’t want anybody to know about his intentions. He didn’t want anybody to look down on him or worse, hating him.

Daud knew by now that he really needed the sundal bolong. Early the next morning, he walked out from his house and went to town. With $30 in his pocket which he earned from rubber tapping, he walked straight to the market to buy the liver from a goat. Daud didn’t have to purchase chicken liver because he had his own chicken at the back of his house. He would sacrifice one of the chicken when he came back from town later.

That night, Daud was ready with all the ingredients to begin the ceremony of calling the sundal bolong. The chicken liver and goat liver had been put into the clay pot and a bowl of chicken blood had been poured over the clay pot.

Just before midnight, Daud burned the ‘kemenyan’. Smoke from the kemenyan was as thick as the cloud and it danced upward into the sky. The smell of kemenyen was overpowering the surroundings within Daud’s house compound.

Daud took the clay pot and put it in front of him. He sat down and picked up a sharp knife. He pointed the tip of the knife towards his forefinger and made a small cut. It was still painful even though it was just a small incision. Blood started to trickle down from his finger. Daud dropped his blood onto the waiting clay pot and waited for a minute before putting his hands away.

His mouth started saying something in a language so foreign to recognize by ordinary people. He then put the clay pot on a dried leaf mat. Outside, the moon was shining in full blast. His weak roof was several times attacked by the strong wind which came by all of a sudden from nowhere. Daud kept his sitting still. He didn’t want to provoke himself into the feeling of fear. He wanted the sundal bolong real bad.

Daud burned the kemenyen which he put onto a small plate in front of him. The wind became stronger, and the bark from dogs faraway made his skin crawl. Daud called the name of the sundal bolong repeatedly and invited the spirit to eat the dish inside the clay pot.

It was a relief to Daud when the wind blew a bit softer afterwards. But to his surprise, he noticed something had entered into the clay pot. Daud smiled even though his knees shivered tremendously. He got up from his sitting and looked down into the mouth of the clay pot. Obviously a hideous creature was staring up at him from down there.

Daud braved himself to pick up the ugly spirit and put it into an already waiting bottle beside him. He quicky closed the lid of the bottle, afraid it might get away or even attack him. The stare from the sundal bolong really made Daud lose his guts.

“What’s your name?” Daud asked and pretended to be cool. He was the one who called the sundal bolong and now he had to start being brave. Daud tried to convince himself that the sundal bolong would not harm him if it is fed sufficiently.

“I don’t have any name. Nobody has ever called me upon before you did,” the sundal bolong which had a pair of bloody red eyes and long unkempt hair stared back at Daud. It looked like a female. From its soft voice, it became obvious that the sundal bolong was a female.

Daud became silent for a while. All of a sudden he felt really proud of himself. All of his fears vanished just like that. He was proud because finally he succeeded in owning a sundal bolong just like what Pawang Pahar told him. Daud also recalled that sundal bolongs are only females, and no wonder they can easily possess women.

“From now onwards, I will give you a name. You will be named… Malika. And you, Malika, is my forever servant. You must obey my every command. If you do your job well, you will get better meals than what you get tonight. I promise you,” said Daud, without a doubt.

“I am in. You are my master. I am your servant. I shall obey you,” replied Malika.

“Now tell me. What’s your name again?” Daud purposely asked Malika again, just to make sure she really understood what he was saying.

“Malika. My name is Malika, my master,” grunted the voice from the bottle, the evil looking female sundal bolong called Malika. She looked impatient and her eyes wild.

Daud smiled in full satisfaction as he looked deep into the burning eyes of Malika. Daud knew his life was going to change drastically after that night. He was hoping it would be as soon as possible. When Malika was with him, Daud had no fear but hopes for the bright future.

Daud picked the bottle up, and left the bottle containing Malika on his window isle. Tomorrow morning Daud would keep it in a safer place, but tonight he just wanted to enjoy the scenery of Malika in-the-bottle with a backdrop of full moon blasting its shine up above.

After a while, Daud became sleepy. He fell asleep while Malika was still grunting fiercely inside the bottle.

Don't Be Scared, Have Fun!

2007-07-02T23:23:00.000-07:00

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"Excuse Me, Can I Have A Lift?" The Ghost Asked.

2007-07-02T18:21:00.000-07:00

A month has passed by. A lot of things had happened around me and made me unable to post a new story earlier than today. Sorry for the wait. I know some of you have been waiting for more scary stuffs, so today please accept this story as a gift especially from my heart to all of you readers out there.

Today I am going to tell you a story about a man who had the scariest and weirdest experience in his life. The story goes like this:

There was a man (let me call him Peter) who had just bought a new car. He was so fond of his car and never forgot to wash it every evening after he got home from work. Nobody was allowed to touch it, and to drive it... well... never in a million years. That's how stingy he became. Everything that evolved around him, he would associate it with his car. Friends started to get bored hearing this same old story about his car. Nevertheless, because he's a good friend, they learnt how to shut down their ears while pretended to listen.

One evening, as usual Peter was driving his car. Immediately after punching his card, he quickly drove home. The main purpose was obvious. He couldn't wait to reach home to wash and pamper his cutie new car. The washing thing had turned out to be an obsession, and it had been a routine ever since. And he never failed to do it no matter how tired he was.

The route to Peter's home was quiet. It was mainly because only a small number of residents lived at Peter's community place. It was situated at the far end of the city, almost rural-like with zero entertainment hub within 20 minutes drive from the place. So mostly only the elderlies lived there. Peter chose to rent a house there because the price was much cheaper. He was able to save a lot more for petrol and his car's maintenance. He lived with another housemate, who shared paying the rent. The quietness of the journey home didn't bother Peter at all because he was so used to it. In fact some of the time he even enjoyed the peaceful scenario. No traffic jam, and no hassle. After all, nothing had happened to him during his journey all that while.

Peter was listening to his favorite song from the CD player when he saw a figure of a woman standing beside the road in front of him. The woman lifted her hand as soon as Peter's car approached her. Usually Peter would never stop to give a lift to anybody. But that time it was different. The woman really caught Peter's attention. Naturally, Peter stopped his car.

"Please, sir. I need a lift," said the woman with a pleading voice. Her face was radiant, and she had a very sweet smile. Her skin was clear, and when she smiled for the second time her cheeks turned rosy pink. Peter was fascinated for a while. Only his lips parted like the opening of a cave, but no sounds managed to escape.

"Errr... okay. But... where to?" asked Peter in a stuttering manner after gasping for a few seconds. He had never stuttered before, but that day he became the clumsiest person on earth. Everything seemed awkward. Peter turned shy and speechless, as if he had just seen an angel from heaven. He became speechless for the woman's beauty really made him mesmerized.

"My home is at Mill's Street." The woman replied, and smiled again as soon as she got into the car. Peter didn't regret it at all when he allowed her to enter his car. It was indeed an exceptional case. Actually it was the first time somebody had really entered and sat on his brand new car. Peter could smell the perfume she wore, it was the fragrant of rose. So sweet and tantalizing. He gave the woman a returning smile, and at the same time hit the accelerator. The car started to move again, slow at first but gradually gained speed.

"Why... I live there too! How come we've never met before?" Peter got excited, and he was beginning to think about dating her. He figured out that he would give her a dozen roses, and a box of chocolates on their first date. It was not his usual way, but somehow Peter felt he was obliged to treat the woman like a gentleman would. She was perfect for him, he thought quietly while driving. A cheeky smile curved on his face while thinking about it. Strange feeling, Peter thought again, but a wonderful one indeed. It felt something like being under a charmed spell.

"Yeah... it seems that we meet today for a reason. God had really planned this to happen, and I am dead sure of it." The woman said as a reply. She gave Peter a quick glance, threw a captivating smile and later reverted her eyes to her little purse. Nonchalantly, she took out a piece of silk from it. The cloth was so fragrant, and the woman handed it to Peter.

"Is this for me?" Peter asked with a hoarse voice. With trembling hands, he took the piece of silk from the woman's grip and brought it to his nostrils to inhale the sweet smell of heavenly fragrance. He was almost sure that the woman would say yes if he asked her out for a date. He could even picture how they would look like, walking the isle in a church to get married. A silly thought, but that was what he thought right then. He felt so helpless, and he thought he was madly in love.

"I want you to keep it in your car. No matter what happens, you must keep it. Don't throw it away, even if you don't like it. I would be very sad if you take it out of your car." The woman answered with several nods, assuring that she really meant what she said. Her gaze was sharp and somewhat demanding.

Peter nodded without thinking, agreed to do as what the woman had requested. He was thinking that maybe he would say something really impressive so that the woman would agree to have a date with him. He must think of something, he thought desperately. Something intelligent, he thought again.

Peter was still thinking when suddenly the woman asked him to stop. In a puzzlement, Peter braked his car to an abrupt stop. He looked around, but saw nothing outside. No houses, no nothing. Peter frowned, and he thought it was weird.

"This is not Mill's Street yet. Why do you want me to stop?" asked Peter. Suddenly a naughty thought occurred in his mind, and he got excited. He waited impatiently for the woman to reply. And he half-expected what the woman was going to say. His trembling hands began to shake more feverishly. He guessed something romantic would happen right then.

"I know. But I want to get down here. Thanks for the ride though." The woman quickly got out of the car and left Peter just like that.

Peter blinked several times, confused with what was happening. Gradually, his romantic feeling started to flush away out of his body. As if out of a trance, suddenly Peter felt very strange. Immediately after the woman got out of his car, Peter felt very scared and both his knees trembled and shook when he looked at the woman who walked straight into the bushes. From where Peter was sitting, he could see the woman's figure slowly turned invisible from her waist downwards. Feeling so scared, Peter hit hard on the accelerator and rushed home. On his way home, he threw out the piece of silk out of his car window.

As soon as the piece of silk was out of the car, a terrible smell appeared from within. The smell was so terrible that Peter almost choked, and he vomitted in the car. What a mess he made! As soon as he reached home, he called his house-mate and together they washed the car thoroughly until it was perfectly clean and odourless. Peter was satisfied even though he received a massive lecture from his friend about his stingy attitude and not allowing his room-mate to use his car. After the great lecture, in a huge grin Peter parked it at the usual place, the front garage. Later, he went inside and that night he had a deep sleep. He wasn't disturbed at all about what had happened.

The next morning, as soon as Peter opened the car door, the odour was there again. It was the faulty smell of dead, decaying, rotting corpse. And it was even worse than the day before. Peter was unable to use the car and after pleading his room-mate, he managed to car-pool with his friend. Another gigantic lecture was given, and Peter had to accept it all with a swollen heart and a lavish regret for being so stingy about his car before.

The terrible smell never vanished after that morning. Eventually Peter was forced to advertise the car for sale with a very low price because nobody was interested to buy it with the terrible smell intact. Nevertheless, even after lowering the price below marginal cost, still nobody wanted to buy the car and until now it is still parked in the car-sale garage. Poor Peter, he only used the car for several months, and he ended up paying for nothing to the bank. The car was useless now, and Peter regretted endlessly.

That's my story for today. I'll leave it to all of you whether to believe it or not. Have a nice and productive day ahead, and enjoy your reading! If you want to leave comments, please do so. I appreciate all comments from everybody. Adios for now...

The Werewolf

2007-05-31T19:58:00.000-07:00

Helo readers and fans, I am back again for another scary ghost story. This time I am going to tell you a true story related to me by my husband. This incident happened at his workplace, and was related to him by one of the night guards. So get ready guys, get your little cup of popcorn and cuddle around some accompanies, because you might get goose-bumps if you read this alone...

This spooky incident happened in a boarding school, where my husband worked. This particular night guard had been working there for more than five years, and many scary things had happened to him. But this was one of his scariest experience he would never forget.

That night, Ali (the nightguard's nickname) reported for duty as usual. His age was around mid-twenties, and he's not married yet. He had a fond to girls, and it's natural for a young man his age. Especially when he was then searching for his not-yet-found soulmate.

Ali had a companion that night. Every night, two guards were required to report for duty. After the clock stroke 12 midnight, the rounding shift began and that was when all the spookiest adventures would start to happen.

That night, Ali felt as if he had a strange mood. He felt happier, and somewhat cheerful even though the clock ticked almost to 12 midnight. Usually Ali was never fond of his rounding shift, because deep down in his heart he always knew that he's a coward. He didn't like the feeling when all hair on his arms stood on ends when he felt different during shifts.

So, for the first round immediately after the clock stroke midnight, Ali let the other night guard make his rounding. Ali volunteered to do the second rounding shift, which started at 2:00 a.m.

The first round went by without any difficulties or strange happenings. Then it was Ali's turn, and he walked calmly towards the old and spooky buildings.

The rounding shift took two hours, and Ali's duty was to make spot checks on all the buildings and areas of the whole hostel. His obligation was to go through each place and make a meticulous observation for any extraordinary activities or happenings at the place. Usually he would make sure there were no mischievous students hiding at the academic blocks for certain intentions.

During shifts, Ali would always bring with him his clock. The clock must be locked in by keys which could only be found at certain points in the buildings. Altogether there were 13 keys chained at 13 points throughout the buildings. Ali must make sure all 13 keys are inserted into his clock within that 2 hours to mark a proof that he actually made his rounds.

Ali walked to his first post, the academic building. He walked slowly, observing every class for any moving shadows or anything weird. His eyes were trained to be like that, because there were so many incidents of students sneaking in classrooms and did so many mischievous things such as clubbing, smoking and playing poker.

So far, nothing unusual caught his attention. So Ali walked through class by class, in the darkness and only accompanied by his clock, a walkie-talkie and a middle-sized torchlight. At the end of the block was the first key waiting to be inserted into the clock.

Ali moved confidently towards the key and grabbed it as soon as he was there. He quickly inserted the key into his clock's key-hole, and marked the first proof of his rounding shift. Then he turned around and made his way to his second post.

The second post was the laboratory building. This is the oldest building and it is situated next to the dining hall which is the second oldest building. There are still a lot of laboratories there. A few of them are the Language Lab, the Chemistry Lab, The Physics Lab, and the Maths Lab. But the most scariest and spookiest laboratory ever is the Biology Lab.

Ali had sensed something unnatural approaching. His heart beat unsteadily as soon as he reached the laboratory building. His foot steps seemed too loud, and his breaths were so heavy he almost panted for more air. Nevertheless, Ali kept his cowardness towards himself, and moved forward without any hesitation. He had done this job for over 5 years then, and nothing would ever make him too afraid to complete a shift before.

He walked slowly and carefully, observing every labs for any unusual activities. He walked through the Maths lab, Physics, Chemistry and then... he was approaching the Biology Lab.

Ali stopped his steps. There were a strange smell coming from the Biology Lab.

Ali moved closer to the lab, and then he was standing just next to the rear window. He leaned his earlobe against the window glass and waited.

Chup... chup... chup.... chup... grr... chup... grr... chup....

It was the sound of a munching, followed by a faint sound of growl.

Ali unlocked the Biology Lab's front door with his master key. While doing that, his heart beat went faster and faster, for he sensed an existence of a creature inside. The creature was definitely not an ordinary dog trapped by faulty mistake.

Ali almost knew he was going to face up with the greatest challenge in his life.

As soon as the door opened, Ali saw what he was meant to see. It was a hedious creature, and it was not a dog at all. The creature appeared scarier than a wolf, and to be precise it looked exactly like a werewolf.

With gigantic body, thick fur, protuded and red glaring eyes, long and huge and sharp jaws... the werewolf was eating on something which looked like an animal corspe. Upon seeing Ali standing at the rear door, the werewolf abandoned his meal and was ready to attack.

Ali was so nervous, and he forgot to call his co-staff using the walkie-talkie. Ali just stood there, as if waiting and surrendering his body to be crunched and munched by the creature.

However, all of a sudden Ali remembered to recite the Al-Qursi surah. He read it in time with the first jump of the creature. At the same time, he gained his strength to move his legs and shut the door.

There was a loud bump at the door, and it shook for a while when the creature tried to get through the door. Ali still stood at the door, leaning his body against it.

He closed his eyes, and did only that for almost five minutes. He didn't even realize when the sound actually stopped, but eventually it did stop. No other sound occurred after that, and Ali opened his eyes, blinking in confusion.

He inspected around the outer compound of the dark biology laboratory, and tried to figure out whether the creature had managed to escape through another possible exit. But Ali didn't find anything.

He didn't find anything. Not even a single hair, or a single footmark, or stain of blood from the animal corpse.

Suddenly Ali felt too terrified, and ran as fast as he could back to the post guard building. He didn't care if he was going to be terminated because he didn't manage to finish his rounding shift. His only intention at that time was to run away from the building.

As soon as he reached the post guard, he told everything to his co-staff and together they went back to the Laboratory Lab. They brought with them a pistol, and were ready to shoot at any time.

However, they found nothing in the lab. Not even a strand of the creature's saliva were found on the floor. But both of them could still smell the faulty odour of dead meat, and the smell made them shudder in amazement.

Until now, Ali still works there as a night guard. He told my husband that being a security guard is the job he loves to do, and no matter what happens he will continue working there. But he would certainly be more careful in the future. He regarded all the scary and spooky incidents as merely episodes in his life.

What a brave night guard Ali is! Well... that's my story for this time, and I hope you do enjoy. Have a nice day with your loved ones!

The Bleeding Statue

2007-05-25T21:55:00.000-07:00

This is a photo of a bleeding statue. I really want you guys to see it yourselves. Check it out..

ADVERTLETS REVIEW!

2007-05-25T01:00:00.000-07:00

Dear readers and fans... Scary Ghost is taking a short break to talk about Advertlets in this special post. This is a valuable gift from me, and should you read it, you'll benefit a gold-mine from it.

After this post, I will continue with the rest of my Spooky Scary Ghost Stories....

Have a nice day and happy reading!

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Ghost at the Twin Tower

2007-05-14T00:03:00.000-07:00

Hello friends...

I feel so relieved today that finally I have the opportunity to lay down my fingers on the keyboards again. It has been quite some time that I haven't posted any new stories here... and I bet some of you have been wondering... hmm... what happened to Miss Cutie?

Ha-ha-ha.. nothing actually happened to me. It's just that I hadn't any brilliant moods to put forward into writings lately. Well... that's one of the greatest disadvantages of being a writer, though. You only write when the mood is there. Lol...

Ok. Now back to the main intention. Today I've remembered one of my spookiest experience that I totally forgot to share it with all of you before. I've written it somewhere in a community over the net, and I think that's the reason why I forgot to write it down here.

This experience happened when I was working at one of the most popular building in my country. It is in fact the tallest building in my country and it is called the twin tower. I worked at Tower I, Level 59. It was a 9-5 working hours, with Saturdays off. I really enjoyed working there as a Confidential Secretary.

My company share the floor with another company which situated at the far back-end. During lunch hour, I could see staffs from that company joining us at the elevator. We just exchanged smiles, though. I never get acquainted to any of them.

It was a familiar thing for me to stay back almost everyday. The workload was huge, and I loved working. Everything around me seemed so interesting and fascinated me to work more and more. I usually stayed back until around 9 p.m. Most of the time, there were also other co-workers who stayed back. So, I didn't worry about being alone.

However, the unfortunate day came eventually. I was directed by my immediate supervisor to stayback at that particular day to finish up some last minute assignment. I accepted the job without a second thought, and I just nodded indifferently. It was just a routine task, yet urgent enough to acquire my immediate attention.

So I scrolled up my sleeves and began doing the workload. It was just a matter of numbers and calculations, arranging of words and sentences in the finalization stage. It was an easy task, similar to a re-proofreading and re-checklisting.

The clock ticked and moved forward. After about an hour of full concentration, my supervisor decided to take a brief break for a puff of cigarette downstairs. He told me to continue with my job, and I just nodded in approval as I looked at him swaying his hips towards the main door.

I continued with my job. I intended to complete it as soon as possible, due to the main reason that it was my favorite night for tv shows. My eyes reverted back to the pages and I put my 100% focus on them.

Suddenly, out of nowhere I felt strange. Suddenly I felt the office was too quiet. I looked up, and turned my neck to see the surroundings. Yeah... it was too quiet indeed. If a needle dropped from far ahead, I would definitely hear the sound.

An uneasiness crept up my arms and left them with stood-on-end hairs. I couldn't describe how strange I felt at that time. I've just realized that nobody was staying back! I was alone! I've never been in the office alone before, and even if I did there was a security guard who always checked on me. But that night the guard wasn't there and I was really, really alone!

I pulled up my courage and waved the uneasiness away. I told myself, my supervisor would be up in no time. So, why must I worry? I continued with my job, but this time I put a cautious pair of ears and eyes towards the surroundings. It felt so eerie at that time, with the never-ending quietness that wrecked my nerves.

It was the sound of thumping, running footsteps just outside my office which made me look up again. I sighed in relief, thinking that there were actually people at the floor at that hour. It was a light-weight thump, like a girl's thump. The sound started from the other office. I just shook my head, thinking positively that there must be some gathering being held there, and one of the staff was bringing their child to office.

I peeped a little at the semi-transparent glass wall which separated my office from the corridor and elevator. I was expecting to see at least a figure of a child, running happily there and maybe I could just give her a warm smile. But I didn't see anyone.

I felt weird. The thumping then stopped abruptly. The last sound ended at the far end of my office corridor. There was no way that a person could get back to the back office without passing through in front of me. So, I just waited for a few seconds. I was sure the child would pass through again.

20 seconds passed by, and I didn't have the nerves to wait any longer. The child didn't return, and the thump had stopped. My curiosity grew larger and I stood up, ignoring my assignments with papers all over the wide table. I felt as if I was sure that I won't be seeing anybody at the corridor if I stepped out of the office.

Suddenly I felt the urge to evacuate the building as fast as I could. The feeling was so terrible, it felt like desperation! I quickly pushed aside my assignment papers and stacked them up in an acceptable manner which I hoped would be presentable on the next morning. Heck, I didn't care less actually, for the terror was now beginning to creep up my neck. I was indeed very scared.

I grabbed my handbag, and dashed quickly to the front door. My office was equipped with safety facilities. So as the front door. It was a button-controlled door. I have to push on the button in order for it to open. If someone from outside wishes to enter, he has to use a pass-card instead.

I came nearer to the door, and raised my arm to push the button. At that point something happened that made all my blood felt like draining out of my body. I was shocked. The door opened itself!

Oh My God... what was happening? The door opened itself!

I didn't want to think any further. I just dashed through the door, ignoring what made it open in the first place. I made a glimpse to my left, where the child was supposed to be standing there because there was no other possible place to be.

There was nobody.

I closed my eyes, moving forward to the elevators. I didn't want to think. I just wanted to escape. I half ran towards the elevator, and raised my right arm to push the button.

Out of nowhere, the elevator opened itself! I didn't push the button, it opened by itself! Nobody was in it, and the voice recorder said "Enter".

"What?" I was confused, telling myself to be calm and in the desperation I didn't have the courage to enter the elevator. It was obvious that something was really wrong. Usually, the voice recorder of the elevator only blurted out "Level 59", not "Enter"!

Panic overwhelmed me, and I just stood there didn't know what to decide. I didn't want to go back inside the office. Yet, I was afraid to enter the elevator. At the same time, the corridor was just a few steps away, and I could freshly remember the thumping sounds.

I stood in front of the elevator, doing nothing. I prayed to God to save me from anything that would want to harm me. I didn't even dare to close my eyes, for the fear of seeing something the minute I re-open my eyes.

I stood there for quite some time, praying and hoping that nothing would happen. The feeling was intolerable, I was so scared that I went rigid and didn't move at all.

Suddenly, the elevator closed its doors and I blinked uncontrollably for the fear of something else might happen. I stepped further backwards so that I could lean my back on the wall facing to the elevator.

I looked upward, to the numbers which represented which floor the elevator was heading to. It was heading downstairs and finally I saw that it reached the ground floor. It stopped a while there, and suddenly the number increase again. It was heading upwards... and upwards.

I was so scared, yet I waited like there was no other thing to do.

I was counting. The number moved. 13... 25... 37... 44...

The number hit 59. I was shaking real hard. The number stopped there, and the door opened.

"Phew!" I sighed a huge relief when I saw the figure of my supervisor inside the elevator. I smiled thankfully at him, and gave another long sigh.

My supervisor saw the terror in my face, even though I tried to conceal it with my smile.

"What happened?" he asked in genuine concern.

I told him everything, and he nodded in agreement.

"Things like this had happened before. I've never experienced it myself, but some of the staffs told me the same thing like what happened to you just now. Let's get out of here..." my supervisor replied, and I could see he was also scared.

I just nodded, and together we entered the elevator and went downstairs.

After that incident, I never wanted to stayback if I was to be alone. I always make sure that I have somebody to accompany me.

Well.. what do you think about the story, guys? If you have any comments, please do so at the comments area. All opinion are appreciated, as long as they are constructive.

Last but not least, happy reading and have a nice day! Just wait for another of my story, okay?

The Old Man on the Haunted Road

2007-04-29T23:31:00.000-07:00

Hi there... today is quite warm in my place. Yesterday it was raining pretty heavily, the grounds were wet, sloppy and mushy-soft... yet today after being sun-bathed it turned out to be dry and hard again.

Sitting on my working chair, with the warm weather and stuffy dry air... I weirdly collected my mood to scribble away some of my experiences on scary ghost stories. Ha ha... in the most awkward situation, writers often find their inspiration and I guess it goes the same thing with me here.

I remember when I went to an English Course four years back. It was a six month course, and I had to attend it daily, 9-5 and sometimes I had to even attend the Saturdays classes. The course was not the previous one that I had mentioned before. It was way back when I've just completed my S.P.M. but this newer course was somewhat more matured.

I took the course mainly because it provided an allowance enough for me to cover the existing income. Not only that, it gave me the opportunity to meet many new faces and learn so many social behaviours around me. I am very fond of observing people and their habits - it gives me a wild imagination and each one of them inspire me to write on something new and interesting.

One afternoon, our lecturer who we called by the name Miss Kavita was either moody, lazy or just perhaps trying to find another way to make our class feel rejuvenated. Many of us had been bored with typical classroom teaching delivery method, and most of us just couldn't take another written assignment on that particular moment.

So, in return, we decided to arrange our chairs and sit in a circle facing to each other. Miss Kavita gave us permission to share any ghost stories that ever encountered our lives in the past.

It was a natural thing to me, because I have loads of stories to tell and I told them one of mine - and the story left an open jaw to some of them. I just shrugged, and told them not to be scared. Ghosts are everywhere, and you just have to be brave in dealing with them whenever they appear in your lives.

I was so attracted to one ghost story revealed by one of the male students. The story went like this:

It was a bright Saturday, and it was the National Independance Day in our country. Nazri made a promise with his friends to celebrate the National Day at the capital of our country. Many of his friends agreed, and they all went there by motorcycle.

The celebration went by merrily and soon afterwards the clock at the Tower stoke 12. Everybody cheered up and a huge concert was held. It all ended around 1:00 p.m.

Nazri and one of his friends parted with the others who lived nearby the city area. Only both of them live far away on the top of a hill, just let me call it "The Cutting Hill".

It was already 2:00 p.m. when they finally reached the centre of the hill. There, nothing existed except for thick forest with huge trees and dim roads with no streetlights. Many people are afraid to go along the road because it was so famous with its scary ghost stories. However, being a young man Nazri never believed those stories and he just thought of it as a folk-tale.

Nazri and his friend (let me call him Amat) rode with different bikes. Amat was ahead of Nazri about 500 metres.

Suddenly Amat saw an old man wearing a traditional costume and a songkok (a type of head cover) walking slowly in front of him. Amat stopped by the old man's side and asked whether he wanted a lift. The old man seemed tired and walked so slowly with his head bent down facing the road.

The old man didn't want any lift, and he just shook his head and continued walking. Because of that, Amat continued his ride and left the old man walking alone.

At the same time, Nazri came to the old man's place but he didn't stop to ask. He didn't bother because suddenly he was feeling strange and a little afraid. Moreover he saw Amat had stopped by the old man just then and the old man refused to take a lift.

Nazri continued riding, and just a few moment later he saw Amat was already sprawled on the road. It was indeed an accident. Nazri quickly went to assist Amat who was injured at the legs.

As soon as Nazri approached Amat, he saw Amat's bleeding was not too bad but his face was as shocked as ever. Amat was so scared, as if he had saw something that was so horrible. He kept pointing backwards, as if afraid of something.

Nazri tried to be calm, and he assisted Amat to his motorbike. He told Amat to leave his bike and come to collect it the next day. Amat seemed to be able to gain his control and he seemed a bit calmer.

As soon as both of them were on the bike, Nazri accelerated and left the place without any delay. He wanted to reach home as quickly as possible, for his feeling of uneasiness had begun to invade him most uncontrollably.

Nazri was just ahead about 5 minutes, pressing real hard and pushed the bike to make it be as fast as the wind. There, a figure of an old man approached from further afront. The figure became nearer and nearer.

Amat yelled to Nazri. "Don't stop! Get the hell out of here, fast! Just now I saw that old man walking in front of me. That was why I lost balance and fell off. Now, the old man is already here! How on earth did he manage to be in front of us if he's not....................."

Amat's sentence wasn't completed because he was afraid to finish it. Nazri understood clearly what Amat meant and he didn't stop. However, when they were the nearest to the old man, both of them could see clearly his face.

The old man had a long tongue, and his tongue protuded from his mouth just like a dog. At the end of his tongue, trickles of blood dropped down and wetting the front of his shirt.

Nazri's stomach curled and he raced forward, never thinking about anything else but to reach home safely. Fortunately nothing happened after that and both of them reached home an hour later.

Despite all that, both of them caught a high fever and they stayed under the blanket for three days. Only then they could recover.

Whenever I recall Nazri's story, I would shudder because it is such a terrifying incident, of course. Well... that's all for now, and I wish you all readers... enjoy reading!

The Haunted Room

2007-04-24T09:14:00.000-07:00

Here I am again. I am staying up tonight to prepare for another scary ghost story. Hmm... maybe for those who have been following my story from the very beginning had been thinking. Why did I tell about the mystery of the Hummock all of a sudden? Well... my uncle just dropped by last weekend and told me the story. I just couldn't be patient enough not to marvel it to you guys. So... what do you think about the mystery of the hummock? Eerie, huh?

Lol... ok enough about the hummock. I am continuing with another episode of true scary ghost stories. Well... this is not one of my own experience, though. However, this eerie experience was whispered to my ears by my own cousin.

Let me just call her Hajar. Hajar was studying in a university further to the east coast of my country. The hostels are beautifully designed, and it was built facing the ocean. Sunset was always beautiful there, and it was the attraction of tourists from all over the world.

She was taking Secretarial too, just like me. She stayed in one of the oldest hostels, where each room was occupied with only two beds.

The hostel was neat, and it was taken care of by an old lady who had been working there since the first batch of students registered. I will just call this old lady Mrs. Sweeps.

One evening, Hajar was back late from revision. It was already 10:30 p.m. She was too tired to ask her roommate to accompany her to the toilet. So she decided to go alone. On her way, she saw Mrs. Sweeps holding her broom, putting a grim face and somewhat concerned.

"What's wrong?" Hajar was friendly, and she always greeted Mrs. Sweeps whenever they met. On that particular night, Hajar sensed something was bothering Mrs. Sweeps.

"Go to the toilet, quick! I'll wait for you here. I have something to tell you," Mrs. Sweeps kept her grim face unchanged, and it doubled the curiousity in Hajar's mind.

"Okay, auntie. Just give me 5 minutes," Hajar sighed, but she didn't have the heart to reject Mrs. Sweeps's invitation to chat, even though she was damn tired and wanted to sleep real badly.

Soon afterwards, both of them were sprawled on the hard, cemented corridor, ignoring the cold air that began to creep under their garments. Hajar looked straight into Mrs. Sweeps's eyes. Mrs. Sweeps didn't even blink.

"Have you ever noticed a girl who occupied the cube next to yours?" asked Mrs. Sweeps.

"The one with the hijab?" Hajar asked, trying to confirm which girl that was referred to by Mrs. Sweeps. Out of nowhere, Hajar thought it was natural to pick up to that particular girl, because she was the weird one. Nobody knew her, not even her name. She came and went like an anonymous person. Not like the other girl who also occupied the same room. The girls's name is Katrina.

"Yeah. She's the one. She's no longer here. It was terrible. Scary. Unbelievable, but it's true." Mrs. Sweeps shook her head several times, as if trying to deny her own story.

"What happened to her?" Hajar was getting excited, and she had forgotten how tired she was. She could still remember the time when she accidentally bumped into the weird girl. The girl didn't even look at her. Hajar leaned against the cold slab of wall at the corridor, provoking Mrs. Sweeps to blurt out the whole thing faster.

"Yesterday, Katrina came to me crying. She said something happened inside the cube the night before. She said she didn't want to stay with the weird girl anymore."

"Why?" Hajar didn't have the patient to wait.

"That night, Katrina was already on her bed when the weird girl came back from God knows where. However, Katrina didn't have the mood to try initiating a little pillow chat with the girl. So she pretended to be asleep. But she kept one of her eyes open just a little, because she had began to feel suspicious about the girl. They hadn't even talked sinced the first day they occupied the room."

"Then?" asked Hajar, prompting Mrs. Sweeps further.

"Katrina saw the girl lighted at least seven pieces of candles, and she didn't even take off her hijab. Katrina peeped from under the blanket, and she saw the most terrifying incident soon afterwards."

"What?" Hajar gulped, feeling uncomfortable all of a sudden. Chill wind really made an effect to her skin then. All hair on her arms stood on ends.

"She saw the girl turned and twisted her hand, reaching for the light switch that was situated at the far end of the room. Her hands stretched just like rubber-bands. Katrina was totally scared but she didn't dare do anything until the next day."

"Tell me more." Hajar was now gasping a bit, starting to feel awkward talking about it at the exact place where it really happened. The cube was just over there, and she had to pass it in order to be in her own cube.

"The next day, Katrina went to the warden to report about the incident. She brought along an objection letter refusing to share a room with that weird girl. And the funny thing was, when the warden checked, only confusion surfaced. The girl was never there. Katrina had been living all alone all this while." Mrs. Sweeps nodded, as if she knew Hajar would ask her whether it was a joke.

"Until now, the weird girl just vanished. Whoop! She's gone, for good I hope. And now Katrina has been moved to a new block. Poor girl. She must be very shocked." Mrs. Sweeps twisted her face a little, and gave out a small sigh.

That was what Hajar told me, based on what Mrs. Sweeps told her. Even though I wouldn't want to believe it, I knew it was real. I hope it won't happen to me, nor to you...

So I wish you all good luck and be brave. Just remember this:

"Ghosts are everywhere."

"Carpe Diem." "Make Your Lives Extraordinary."

Mystery of the Hummock

2007-04-23T04:22:00.000-07:00

Hello. It's me again. This time I am going to tell you about a story my uncle related to me while he was young. It happened in the village where my uncle used to live in around 1950's.

There was a middle-aged couple lived at the end of the village. They didn't have any children, so their lives were quite lonely. Let me just call the husband as John and the wife as Mary.

Life in the village were quite boring, with so limited occupations. Everyday, both of them would just do ordinary village jobs and mostly involved farming. John had quite a talent in farming and he decided to expand his land by purchasing one of the neighbour's land.

Fortunately, he managed to buy a cheap land from one of his relatives. He started clearing it but decided to leave a hummock which lumped at the middle section of the land. John thought the hummock would enable mushrooms to grow.

His thought turned out to be true. After a month, button mushroom grew at the top of the hummock and John told Mary to sell them off to the market. It was a huge collect, and they got enormous profit from the sale.

Later that afternoon, Mary stewed the mushroom and served it to John. John was a great fan to mushrooms, especially button mushrooms. So he ate them without even offering to Mary, and coincidently at that time Mary didn't feel like eating. She wanted to visit her next door neighbour to pass some of the stew. So, John was left eating alone.

After consuming three bowls of mushrooms, suddenly John saw the gravy of the mushroom turned into dark red - the exact colour of blood. He was shocked, and he brought the bowl to his nostrils to identify the substance. With horror and disbelief, indeed it was blood!

All of a sudden, John fell sick and was brought to the hospital. The weird thing was, the doctors didn't find any toxin or poison in the mushroom stew. It was not only that weird. All other people who bought the mushroom at the market didn't fall sick neither.

My uncle told me later that John was not ailed until the day of his death. He was hospitalized for more than a month, and his body looked like an empty sack on the day of his death. He was merely skin and bone, with no flesh at all. His face was scary, with both eyes bulged out from their socket.

Nobody knew what caused John to die. It was only John's rumble about the stew being red like blood made the villagers shudder for a moment. People rumoured that some entity from the hummock was angry with John because he had interrupted their place.

That's all for now, friends. I'll be back with another ghost story soon. Have a great reading!

The Burning Flame

2007-04-19T00:58:00.000-07:00

My examinations was over. I got through with it but with a little frustration. My Organizational Behaviour lecturer somehow had some grudges against me. I don't know when it happened in the first place. Let me tell you a bit on this.

After I met the Toyol, I was immediately hospitalized due to high fever. Exams were approaching, and I missed all the classes and had to pass all study groups. The worst thing was that I failed to attend my mentor's daily meetings during the study weeks. And... the mentor happened to be my Organizational Behaviour lecturer. Well... quite ironic, isn't it? Ha-ha.

So, after I was out of the hospital I asked this particular lecturer about all my missed clasees and of course so many quizzes. I was hoping that maybe she would arrange something for me to sit so that I would not lose too many marks. Quizzes make 30% from the total grade. It's crucial for me to get an 'A' for that subject. Without quizzes, I would definitely get something around 'B' even if I scored perfect 100% during finals.

The lecturer told me, in a very nonchalant manner. "I'll average the score..." she said to me, with several nodds and a bit of smile. I was relieved and happy because I understood what she meant was I would only be graded on quizzes that I had done. But later I found out that she actually made an average out of every quizzes she had given.

Hurgh! I was mad, but couldn't do anything about it. So it was a tragedy for me indeed. I got a 'C' for that subject. Ha-ha. Funny when I thought about it now.

Ok. Forget about that. The reason I'm posting here is to tell you about scary ghost stories, isn't it? So, that's what I'm going to do now.

After the exams, I went back to my hometown during the mid-term break. After quite some time, I had chosen not to sleep in my upstairs bedroom anymore. I just don't feel comfortable being there. So I had opted to move downstairs, to another bedroom.

That night, the same eerie feeling occurred again. I just couldn't go to sleep. What was bothering me when I was at home? Isn't home supposed to be a safe place to be? To me, my home is quite a spooky place. Lol...

It was twelve midnight, and I didn't feel sleepy at all. I went to the living room and turned on the Astro. I watched a movie from HBO and after halfway, I got sleepy. Because I didn't want to sleep in the bedroom, so I decided to spread a comforter in front of the television set and relax.

It was only a while after I closed my eyes that something terrifying happened to me. I felt as if I was dreaming, but at the same time it wasn't a dream. It was as if my soul went out again, and leaving my body limp on the comforter.

Next to the living room is another small extention where my mother kept a set of old sofas and an exercising bicycle. I looked at the bicycle for a moment, sensing something was about to happen. I just could feel it. I've known it would.

I stared at the bicycle... and suddenly a blaze of fire sparked fiercely and burnt the bicycle. The fire was so huge and red, it flamed until the surface of above ceilings.

I couldn't believe my eyes... for I had never expected something like that to happen. The fire became gigantic, while I struggled to move out of my situation. Just like before, when my soul was out of my body I couldn't move but I could see everything.

I was beginning to think that the house was going to be burnt down and I was to be blamed for not being able to do anything about it. It was fortunate, because at that time I already knew a little bit how to snap out of the situation.

After reading the Qursi, I managed to escape from the imprisoning situation and I opened my eyes in reality. I quickly reverted my eyes to the bicycle, and there was nothing there, except for the cold unmoved exercising machine.

I inhaled and breathed out deeply, and forced myself to go to sleep. This time, I must be strong. I said to myself, I couldn't let the thing over controlling me. I would empower it and get rid of it successfully one day.

With the will power, eventually I managed to drift off and the next morning was a new day and a new episode for me to discover.

Nevertheless, deep down inside me I really wish that I could share this experience with somebody else. It is troublesome for me to carry this burden alone, and not able to exchange ideas or anything to overcome this fearful series of eerie experiences. I hope one day I would. Yeah... I'm sure I would.

Till that day, I wish you all the happiest day ever. "Carpe Diem." "Seize the Day." "Make Your Lives Extraordinary".

Enjoy your reading. See you for another story soon.

I met a Toyol!

2007-04-10T19:48:00.000-07:00

Time passed by. Then I furthered my studies to another higher institutions after completing my matriculations. This time, I decided to do what I like best. Secretaryship. That's what I was going to go.

So I went for registration and classes arrangements... etc... met new friends and lots of friends. I rented a house with another 13 students. Lol... the house was just a terrace with 3 rooms. Just imagine how crowded it was. Nevertheless I enjoyed staying there and had the happiest life ever.

The classes were great, I was doing very good and soon I became the so-called 'top scorer' for my batch. I don't know... I think this line is my specialty. I really love it, that's why it wasn't hard at all to shine.

The mid-term exams were soon just around the corner. With so many activities - college or no college, I didn't quite aware just how fast time had moved. But one thing for sure, scary things hadn't been able to settle down near me during that time. I was grateful, really grateful.

However, the relief thought only lasted for half a semester. I'll tell you what I mean afterwards.

One night, my housemates and I were all gathered and stayed up to make last minute preparation for our exams. All of us were very determined to get high scores so everybody were busy burying their faces inside their books.

That night the climate was warm, hectic and I felt particularly uneasy. The feeling of uneasiness made me recall all those scary incidents that happened to me before. It was the same feeling. My heart started beating nervously, and I kept saying to myself... something is really wrong.

I felt strange. I kept wondering and thinking... what is it that bothers me so much? I was very worried. But I tried to focus on my studies, and 2 hours passed by mercifully.

It was 12:00 midnight. I looked around. One by one, I saw my friends started to yawn. They looked so tired, and the determined look at their faces no longer remained there. One by one, they got up and went straight to bed.

At last, nobody was left in the study hall except for me. I looked around, petrified. Didn't all of them said they wanted to stay up until at least 3:00 a.m.? What happened with all the determination? Why suddenly everybody wanted to sleep?

Slowly, I rose from my chair and went to my room. I didn't have the mood to study anymore, being alone in the study hall was not a good feeling to describe in the first place. So I climbed onto my bed, a double decker of course and mine was at the top one.

I sat straight on the bed. I blinked several times, trying to figure out why everybody was so sound asleep. I, on the other hand, was worried like hell and didn't feel sleepy at all.

Suddenly I heard the sound of a handful of sands being thrown at my bedroom window. I looked at the window, and tried to figure out who or what had caused it.

My effort was useless. I was tranced immediately. I only had 2 seconds to think, and later it was darkness. I was forced to sleep under the trance and I just can't help it.

Maybe my determination was very strong. In my sleep I struggled to get up. I twisted and turned and read every surah that I could remember to bring myself to a wake-up. Thank God, it worked. I managed to open my eyes.

But... oh my God! As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a figure the size of a small boy protuding both its hands towards my legs. His nails were so long and sharp. He was the ugliest creature I've ever seen!

I sat straight up with all my effort. I didn't know what else to do but scream and scream.

The figure was surprised with my scream and I thought maybe it became scared. All of a sudden, he pulled back his hands and jumped down from the bed ladder. He turned down his face in the speed of lightning, and he turned his body so that only his back was facing me. He dashed forward so quickly, with small steps but so quick that he vanished almost immediately from my site.

I tried to look at his face but couldn't. He didn't give me any opportunity to have even a glance on his face. But in the darkness I could clearly remember his shape.

He body was plump, like the body of a healthy baby. His height was around two feet tall. He has a little lump at the top of his head and it was scary. His movements was exactly like a baby who's just learning his first steps. When he was running out from my bedroom, his body swayed to the right and left as if trying to balance. And he tooks small steps but quick ones. Exactly like a baby. But a terrifying baby for sure.

After the creature had left, I was still screaming out my lungs but nobody ever woke up. It was frustrating, and eventually I fell down on the bed asleep after being so exhausted.

The next morning, the funny thing was I didn't recall what happened the night before. At least I didn't recall it for half a day. But as soon as I returned home from classes, only then I saw all my friends were getting so heated up about our house being purse-picked the night before. One of them asked me whether I had lost any money.

Hmm... it was strange. I didn't lose a cent. Not even a cent. Then one by one, they started talking about how strange the way the money was lost. Only those who kept money in their purses in the drawers are being stolen. A friend of mine who put her purse right on top of the television set did not lose any money at all.

At that point only I recalled last night's incident. I told my friends about it.

"Oh my God... Shanis! I think you have met a TOYOL!! My God...!!" A girl nick-named Along told me with a faint face.

My body was limp all of a sudden. I was shivering all over, and later I caught a high fever. I had to stay at the hospital for 12 days - due to the shock or I don't know what the TOYOL had done to me that night... only God knows!

That was the scariest incident that happened to me and until now, I could still remember it clearly.

Something strange in the bedroom

2007-03-25T07:52:00.000-07:00

A few months passed by. Aishah had been able to forget the incident when she saw me strolling around our bedroom. Soon, everything became normal again and we almost forgot what had happened.

The final examinations came and went. Then it was time for another semester holiday. I discussed with Aishah about spending some time at my hometown. She agreed. I was so happy about it.

We packed some of our belongings and left some at the apartment. We were allowed to leave things there because the next semester we were going to be staying at the same apartment.

Aishah’s hometown situated exactly in the middle of the city centre, and she was bored with the same busy surroundings at her house. So she had decided to stay for a week before returning home to her family. I didn’t have any objections to that. In fact I was happy indeed to have somebody as a companion.

We took a bus and I didn’t even mention to my mother that I was coming home that day. I didn’t want to burden her, so I thought maybe I should just give her a surprise. I knew she would get a little upset, a disguised one of course, but it’s just one of her ways to show that she loves me.

We arrived exactly in the middle of the afternoon, with our heavy bags carried exhaustedly like thirsty camels in the deserts. With sweat and lack of energy, I greeted my mom and she was absolutely surprised to see me. However the happiness that portrayed from her face soon vanished her little upset thing, and things became noisy with my excited voice and Aishah’s.

Aishah was not a shy type of a person, so she coped pretty much effortlessly with all my family members. We laughed at her jokes, and later we helped my mom who at that time was preparing for lunch.

We had lunch, and Aishah was introduced to my father who just came back from the office. After a while, I decided it was time for both of us to rest. I tagged Aishah and gave her a wink.

“Come on. Let’s go upstairs. Bring your bag with you. You will be sleeping in my room,” I said excitedly.

“Can’t wait to see your room. I bet it must be pretty. You are a rich man’s daughter,” replied Aishah, winking back and gave me a tease with her words.

“Naah. Only my father is rich. I’m not…” said I, defending myself. Somehow, I don’t like to be called somebody’s rich daughter. It felt uncomfortable. I never liked to hide behind anybody’s shadows, even though the person is my own flesh and blood father.

I stepped up the stairs one by one, moving toward my bedroom. Aishah trailed along behind me. Suddenly I felt the same feeling I had long ago experienced. It was a feeling like somebody was waiting for me in my own bedroom.

I tried to ignore the uneasiness. I held one arm to Aishah and we stepped up hand-in-hand together towards the bedroom door.

A few moments later, I arrived in front of my bedroom door. I held out the key, and put it into the hole.

Click!

The door unlocked. I turned the doorknob and pushed the door forward.

A gush of air blew at my face. The same long ago feeling tantalized me again, with the welcoming breeze of air movement. I acted cool, and gracefully entered the bedroom. I gestured to Aishah to come along.

"Wow… this is awesome. You’re so lucky to have a bedroom as beautiful as this! Shanis… I am envious of you!” Aishah growled a little, and made funny faces. Then she laughed, so hard that her stomach moved inward and outward, like someone practicing on her belly dance.

I laughed too, feeling very much entertained with Aishah’s teasings. I put my bag aside, and Aishah put hers next to mine. I undressed and quickly had a brief shower. Aishah did the same afterwards, and soon both of us were sitting on the bed, pillow-talking.

We talked about almost everything, from guys to make-up, and from hopes to disappointments. Without realizing the time, we talked and talked endlessly.

Soon it was dusk. Only then we realized that night was creeping by. We went down for dinner and later went up as soon as possible to catch up with our pillow-talk. We chatted along, and didn’t even aware when was the time we dozed off.

The next morning, we woke up early to perform the Subuh prayers. After getting dressed for breakfast, I noticed Aishah was not in a good mood. Her eyes seemed skeptical towards any movements that I made. She frequently glanced up towards a picture framed above my bedpost.

“What’s the matter?” I put a concerned face and looked directly at Aishah. Her uneasiness made me a little awkward, too.

“I had a dream. A terrible dream. I’m scared, Shanis. I want to go home today. Sorry, but I don’t think I can stay with you here for another day.” Aishah pleaded to me, and I saw that she was scared. However, I doubt whether it was a genuine expression.

“A dream? What do you mean?” Feeling a little annoyed, I asked her with a frown on my face. I didn’t expect her to say such a thing like that to me. I thought she was just making excuses.

“Look at that frame, and tell me what you think.” Aishah pointed at the framed picture above the bedpost, and she returned the frown to me. I saw her pointing finger was tremendously shaking.

“Well… it’s just a picture with a frame…” I held a breath, and looked at Aishah’s face with a question mark printed on my forehead.

“No, it’s not. Last night I dreamt somebody came out from that picture. And it bit me. It bit me at my back, Shanis. It really did,” said Aishah, so serious that it hurt to see her contorted face.

“But it’s only a dream…” I objected, feeling uneasy with Aishah’s over-reacting attitude. Somehow, I felt as if Aishah was just trying to find a reason to start an argument with me. I felt a level of rage suddenly protruding from my bloodstream.

“No, it’s not! See this… see it for yourself!” Aishah screamed to me. Abruptly she pulled off her sweatshirt and revealed her back to me. She pointed at a bruise just below her shoulder. I saw the two-inch bruise with the shape of some sort of teeth glaring at me. I shuddered.

“Oh God! Let’s get out of here.” I nodded with regret, for not believing Aishah in the first place. We repacked our things into our bags as quickly as we could.

“Mom, I hate to tell you this. But I have a job to be done, and I hope you can give me permission to stay out for a while. I would be staying with Aishah,” I told my mother during breakfast and sought for her permission. Luckily, she nodded in approval. To myself, I nodded in a huge relief.

I spent the night at Aishah’s place, because I was afraid to be in my own bedroom. I felt terrible, but it was the only sober thing to do at that time. As days passed by, I continued staying with Aishah. After a week, both of us decided to stay at our university apartment. There were many returning students, so we felt safe and more comfortable being there.

That’s all for now, dear readers. Please wait for another true experience from me. Till then, have a nice day.

Ghost again

2007-03-22T21:13:00.000-07:00

Time passed by ever so quickly. My routine was like always - normal. I attended tutorials and lectures in the mornings and early afternoons. By 5:00 p.m. sharp I was always ready standing inside the chicken supply outlet, working.

Day after day I improved my skills at the chicken store. My job was to serve customers. I had to pack whatever chicken parts customers chose to buy. The job was rather exciting. I met new friends, and fortunately they were all friendly.

The store had a sentimental value to me. That’s the place where I met my husband. (That’s another story I might or might not tell you later - it’s kinda private so I have to decide whether to publish it or not).

After the incident of the female voice, my life turned out to be pretty normal again. However, I became very cautious each time before I went to bed. I felt as if the voice would attack me any time.

I reminded myself over and over again not to close my eyes before I finished reading at least some of the powerful verses.

In that way, I would feel much safer. I also reminded myself to never sleep on my back again.

A couple of sober months passed by without anything bothering me anymore. But, one unlucky night strange things started to invade me again.

And that time it didn’t only disturb me, but Aishah as well.

The story went like this:

On a particular Friday, as usual I would stay at my apartment. It was my day off from work, so I rested and chatted with Aishah until 11:00 p.m. We didn’t have assignments to complete, all were done and sent to our lecturers.

We talked about almost everything. Saturday was a holiday and I didn’t work on Saturdays too. So we just relaxed and had a good time together.

We went to bed rather late. It was about 1:00 a.m. Being quite sleepy, I didn’t think much about anything. I just lay down on my bed. I guessed I dozed off quite easily.

The next morning, I noticed Aishah didn’t look as cheery as usual. Her cheeks were pale, almost as if blood sucked out of her face. I asked her what happened. She told me something that made me shiver all over.

“Shanis… there must be something wrong with this room, or… I don’t know what it is. But I saw a figure roaming off in this room last night.” Aishah said with a serious expression.

“A figure?” I said in a whisper, barely heard by Aishah.

“Yes. A figure of a girl. And the most scary thing is… the figure looks exactly like you.” Aishah added, with a hoarse voice. She almost broke down crying, terrified to remember the scary incident.

I didn’t move for quite a while. I tried to figure out what to say to Aishah. I didn’t want her to be more terrified.

“Are you sure it wasn’t me? I mean… maybe I was sleep-walking. Did you peep down to see whether I was on my bed?” I asked, trying to be nonchalant and not disturbed by Aishah’s words.

I gazed at Aishah’s eyes. I knew she was very sure that it wasn’t me. And I was sure too… because I knew I never walked in my sleep. If I did, I must had been waking up and discovering myself at odd places.

Aishah nodded several times to confirm her believe.

“I peeped down but I didn’t see your face. But I could see your long legs protuding out of the end of the double-decker. I am very sure you were sleeping on your bed when it happened.”

I kept myself silence. Actually I didn’t know what to say. I felt whatever ghosts that are trying to bother me, they are getting closer and closer to me. And I knew they are trying to make me into something that I didn’t know yet.

“Don’t worry, Aishah. As long as I am here, I’ll protect you. I know the thing is after me, not you.” I persuaded Aishah, hoping that she would feel relieved.

“But why?” Aishah asked, her face troubled. She seemed concerned.

“I don’t know. There must be a reason. But sooner or later the reason will be revealed. Time will tell.” I answered with a little sigh.

I prayed deeply in my heart. Please don’t make my life miserable. I know you are there, God. I believe everything that happens must be a reason behind it. It is my responsiblity to search for the reason.

That Saturday, I told Aishah a bit here and there about my strange experiences that began from the first day I entered the boarding school, until then.

From that day onwards, Aishah looked at me in a different perspective. But we became closer than ever, and that was the most important thing in the world.

Till we meet again folks, have a nice day ahead.

It happened again

2007-03-22T21:08:00.000-07:00

A few weeks after the incident with the male voice, I met with an old friend from the boarding school. I didn’t know she was there. She took the same course as Aishah did (law).

She lived in block 6 while my block was block 4. Her name is Fishie. After I met Fishie, somehow we became close friends. I often visited her at her block.

During one of my visits, we chatted about our money problems. After some discussions, we decided to find a job a nearby town.

My parents didn’t give me enough money even to cover for the food expenses. So I agreed with her idea.

We went to the town and browsed a few shops. We were indeed very lucky. After only browsing a few shops, we managed to get a job at a chicken supply outlet as store assistants.

There I met somebody who later became my boyfriend and my husband until now. My love life was a very romantic and quite an experience, but maybe I would have to tell the story in a different space and time.

After we began working, Fishie and I became much closer. We had to take the night shift because during office hours we had to attend classes.

We would start our shift at 5:00 p.m. and finish at 10″30 p.m. every night. Our curfew was at 11:00 p.m., so we had to rush back to our blocks.

Because I was afraid to walk back alone to my block, I often sleep at Fishie’s block.

One night, I was sitting in Fishie’s room and doing my accounting assignment. It was 1:00 a.m. then. I was still concentrating on the assignment which was due the next day. I had to balance both sides but I hadn’t been successful.

After so many trial and errors, finally I managed to balance the account. Feeling very satisfied with my accomplishment, I lay flat on Fishie’s bed and closed my eyes. I wanted sleep real desperately because my body was very tired after a long, busy day.

Immediately after I closed my eyes, the voice came after me again. But that time the voice was a female’s. She said exactly the same things that the male voice told me.

That time, I knew what to do. I recited the Al-Qursi verse with full confidence. When I came to the last line, I read it repeatedly and without stutter.

After a while, the scary laughter and maddening female voice stopped. I could feel it’s energy escaping from my biggest right toe.

Soon after it escaped, I could open my eyes and move my body. I jumped out of bed and sat straight on the floor, thinking about the strange incident.

At that point, I didn’t wake up Fishie because I didn’t want to scare her. Furthermore, I doubt that she would believe my story. Most probably she would say that I was just dreaming.

So I sat there and thought for a long time. I sensed that the thing wanted me for a reason. But I didn’t know what was the reason. I could feel as if it wanted to harm me, but couldn’t.

I consoled myself and tried to think in a positive way. Maybe God just wanted to test me to see how strong I was.

I was grateful that I was still alive and able to move around. That was the biggest gift from God. I could still breathe the fresh air, and enjoy all the luxury of earth.

As time passed by, I grew stronger and stronger. I began building my confidence to fight ghosts. I know ghosts exist in this world and their role are to disturb us, the human being.

Maybe I am the chosen one who could see and feel the existence of ghosts. Maybe I am chosen for a reason. I accept the gift with the feeling of honour.

As for all of you, I wish you all the best in your future lives. Till we meet again, bye-bye.

A SOUL ABOVE THE BODY

2007-03-14T03:01:00.000-07:00

Day became night, and night became day. My routine attending the English classes ended when I was accepted to enter an international university (but situated locally).
When I first knew about it, a mixed feeling occurred inside me. I didn’t know how to interpret the feeling. Though, I could tell that I was happy indeed. And maybe a little scared to go through a new journey in life.

I had to re-establish myself, find new friends, build new trusts towards all those strangers that I would meet at the university.
Life had to go on. And so the same with me. I looked forward to further my studies at the university with a new and fresh attitude. I wanted to put aside all my shyness. I wanted to learn more about socializing. I wanted to know how it felt like to have a boyfriend. (ha-ha).
The day when I registered, I came along with my parents. But I insisted that they should leave me immediately after they helped me carry up my belongings to my apartment (sha-la-la… apartment, eh? nice, eh)?
I wanted to be independent, and I really meant it. I wanted to prove that I am not a shy and timid teenager anymore. I wanted to open up, and be more friendly.
So, my parents agreed to my wish and they left me. Much to my surprise, I found out that once you’re left with nobody to rely on, you will soon discover that you have to depend on yourself.
I was amazed at how friendly and talkative I was. I felt very comfortable, and I felt glad that so far I had met a number of new faces. They were all very friendly too. I was relieved that I finally decided to open up.
My apartment was very cozy. 15 students lived in one apartment, but it was large and we didn’t feel crowded at all. Our apartment were equipped with a kitchen, a spacious hall, and double decker but very comfortable beds.

I was very fortunate because I was placed in a room attached with its own bathroom and toilet. Only two students occupied the room, me and a girl named Aishah (not real name, okay).
I thanked God, and I was very grateful. There were nothing else I wanted to ask. I felt very comfortable and happy living and studying at the university.
Aishah and I got along very well. We became best friends immediately. I felt as if Aishah was my own sister. We shared secrets that we never told anybody about. I couldn’t tell how happy I was being there.
Aishah told me that she had a boyfriend. But her boyfriend was way much older than her. And a sad thing to say, he was already married.
I wanted to tell her to dump him. I knew her relationship would not end in a blessing. But I didn’t want to break her heart so I just encouraged her to be strong and try to face the reality. And I told her to consider the consequences of being involved with somebody’s husband.
She accepted my advice, and we became closer than ever. We went for outing together, and usually we went window shopping. For hours we browsed through the many shopping complexes and looked at those pretty dresses and shoes.
Although we were very close, we were not in the same course at all. I was in the accounting stream while Aishah was in the law stream. We never attended the same class.
I often took brunch (breakfast + lunch) during break at about 10:00 to 11:00 a.m. At lunch hour, I would usually skip lunch and go back to my room to take a short nap before classes started again at 2:00 p.m.
One day as usual I went back to my room to take a nap. Aishah was there relaxing on her chair and facing the study table.
Because I was very tired, I just greeted her shortly and (boom!) I collapsed on the bed. Immediately I dozed off.
But something very, very frightening happened to me at that moment. It was the beginning of an eerie experience that really made me terrified.
As soon as I dozed off, I felt as if my soul was taken away from my body. I tried to move but nothing happened.

Suddenly, I heard a male voice. The voice appeared to be addressing his attention towards me. His voice was very powerful, loud and echoed throughout the entire bedroom.
He said, “For time’s sake, people are always in loss. Except for those who remind each other with patience, and to remind each other with righteousness.”
I panicked. The voice repeated his sayings, over and over again. I tried to read Al-Qursi, the powerful verse that can chase away all ghosts. But I was in a tounge-tied condition, and I forgot the exact order of the verse. The reading became a mess.
The voice laughed louder and louder. He said:
“Read… and read more. You can read as much as you wished, but you can never get rid of me.”
His voice was everywhere. My heart became weak and my body became limp. I was overpowered by terror, and I didn’t know what else to do.
Through the panic, I realized that Aishah wasn’t aware of what was happening to me. Immediately I knew that it must be a ghost’s attack and it meant personally to me.
I could clearly see Aishah, still sitting quietly on her chair and facing the study table. I couldn’t understand how I could see Aishah if it was true I was dreaming. At that point I knew that my soul was outside my body and it has to come back before it was too late.
I screamed out for help. I called Aishah repeatedly, begging her to help me.
But still, Aishah didn’t see anything. She didn’t know what was happening.
I cried deeply. What should I do? Aishah wasn’t a help at all, because she didn’t know! She couldn’t help me!

I knew I had to force myself to fight the ghost. Only I can save myself. There was nobody to turn to at that time. I had to do something. Anything. I was desperate.
I forced myself to be brave. I must. I focused my energy to fight the ghost. It was then laughing and my ears almost became deaf of its terrifying, loud and echoing voice.
I pulled myself together and started to read the Al-Qursi verse from the start. I started slowly, trying very hard to focus and making sure it was in the right order.
I knew each and every word in the surah is very powerful. It will burn every satan in the world if I pronounce it correctly and with confidence. And I knew the last line of the Al-Qursi is the most powerful.
When I came to the last line of Al-Qursi, I read it with all my heart and with the fullest confidence. I repeated the line over and over again without stutter.
Suddenly, the laugh stopped abruptly.
I felt a current of like electricity run throughout my body and it moved downwards towards my right leg.
The current moved towards my biggest toe and it escaped from my body through there.
Immediately I felt a huge relief.
My body was light again, not heavy like before. I could move again.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I jumped out of bed and hugged Aishah.
“Shanis! What happened? Why are you shivering so terrible?” Aishah asked, a little shocked to see my face so white.

“I’m scared. I don’t know how to explain this. But I feel as if somebody or something is trying to harm me. And I had the feeling that it wanted to hunt me for a bad reason. I’m scared, Aishah. Very scared,” I answered, still hugging her. At that time I felt I would only be safe if I clung to her.
“You must be dreaming. Just now I saw you sleeping

Don't Wake Up Me like That!

2007-03-14T01:10:00.000-07:00

This indicent happened during I was waiting for my SPM examination result. I had managed to graduate from the spooky boarding school, and then I stayed at home for approximately half a year before I was accepted to one of the higher learning institutions.

During the waiting period, I took English lessons. So I had to take a bus to my class. I spent one and a half hour in the bus. A lot of exciting incidents had happened to me while I was in the bus. One of them was a hilarious one, I just couldn’t forget it until now.

One day after my English class ended, I had to stay back a little while to complete my last minute assignment. Because of that, I missed my regular bus and had to take another bus.

The bus was crowded, and I didn’t find an empty seat. I was very tired, and I didn’t realize that I actually dozed off while standing. When I woke up, a punjabi man was smiling right infront of my face. You know what? I was sleeping peacefully and I had landed my head right on his big stomach!

Urghh! What a shame. But it was indeed very funny. Every time I remembered that incident, I would laugh until tears appeared at the corners of my eyes. Ha ha ha.

Ok. Enough for the ordinary experience. Now I am going to tell you about what really did happen to me at that time.

After I graduated from the boarding school, I came back home. My bedroom had been left for 2 years, and when the first time I entered it, I did feel a bit spooky. But after cleaning up the room, I felt okay. So, I didn’t worry much.

However, when I started to attend my English classes, I started to experience some strange happenings in my own bedroom. I don’t know how I want to explain it to you, but everytime when I entered my bedroom, I would feel a gush of movement coming towards me. As if someone or something inside the room had always waiting for me there.

And I felt as if the thing really wanted me to be with it. The gush of movement always attacked my face area, and it was a feeling of welcome, but at the same time, terrifying.

I usually felt it when I entered the room after I came back from classes. I could feel like it missed me, somehow.

But I tried to ignore the feeling. I thought it was just my thinking, and nothing else. So, I live with that thought for almost a month. And, nothing scary actually happened during that time.

One night, I felt quite uneasy. I was worried but for no reasons at all. I kept thinking about something, but I didn’t know what it was.

I tried to get rid of the feeling, but it wouldn’t get away. Finally, I dozed off after being so tired thinking.

In my sleep, I dreamt. It was the strangest dream ever. I felt locked in my own dream. I tried to escape, but it was useless. I kicked and pushed and did everything. Nothing happened. It was like being prisoned in faraway land where nobody can ever rescue me.

Suddenly I remembered to recite several religious verses. I collected all my effort and read every verse that I could remember. Inch by inch, I felt the lock began to loosen up.

Maybe it sounded illogic, but I felt like the dream was not a dream, but a reality. I could feel everything. The tightness of the lock, my restricted ability to move. And when I started to read the verses, I could exactly feel my muscles loosen up and could be moved again.

At that particular moment, I managed to wake up. I opened my eyes wide. I lay there, thinking what had happened to me.

But I hadn’t any chance to think anymore than 2 seconds.

Suddenly, a pair of heavy hands grabbed my back and pushed me to sit up on the bed. I was really shocked! I felt like I was getting crazy!

What in the hell was that hands? What?

My heart pounded heavily. I couldn’t think wisely at that time. I knew it was a pair of hands, but later I couldn’t see anything at my back.

That night, I didn’t sleep. I switched on the lights until morning came.

Until now, I didn’t tell anybody about this experience. Not even to my parents. Because I knew they would never believe me.

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Have a nice and productive day ahead.

Really, it was Rafidah

2007-03-14T01:00:00.000-07:00

During the semester break, I got involved in a lot of tuition classes. My add maths were so terrible that I had to find somebody who could explain to me the crazy concepts of all those confusing formulas. I just couldn’t accept the fact that once you learn a formula, you have to twist and turn it around 360 degrees to get the answer.

Being an uncreative person (from the perspective of numbers, okay) I struggled to comprehend the simplest calculation of add maths with a tutor brought home by my parents. Hopefully I could impress both of them if I just (passed?) the add maths SPM exam. Wow… that’s terrible. Real terrible. What to do? I’m just not gifted with numbers.

I also attended sewing classes just to fulfill my mother’s request. Well, in fact as time passed by, I did enjoy learning sewing. I got new friends, and we got along pretty cool together.

Hmmm… time passed by quickly. At last, the semester break was already twiggling its tail. And I was sitting on the tail, trying to balance my coordination.

Well, at least that was my description of how painful it was to go back to school. I kept on worrying… and I had strong reasons to be worried.

What would happen next? Please God, don’t let any more strange things to happen this semester. I had to focus on my studies, and I don’t want those black evils to invade my sanity. Hurrgh!! I was beginning to feel insane already!

Finally the day did show up. The day which I had to go back to the spooky boarding school. The school that everybody bragged about. About its excellent reputation. Straight 100% passes each and every year. Let me repeat that. Not even a single student failed from that boarding school.

Sha-la-la. That’s the place I was heading that day. So, I began repacking my belongings into my forever big bag. My parents sent me to the bus station, and (walla!) I was on my way back to school.

Stepping back onto the grounds of the school, my eyes roamed uneasily but with intention. I had to find my cube-mates. I didn’t want to enter my cube alone, for the fear of being alone in there was not a pleasant story to tell.

I was very lucky, I guess, because without much effort I saw my cubemates (the three stooges) walking side-by-side with bags on their sides. I pulled a huge grin, and walked straight to them.

“Hey, you’re here already! And you have gained some weight… chocolates, huh?” Asked one of the girls, returning my huge grin with another bigger grin and a pinch on my cheeks. Her name is Zura.

“Ha-ha. Maybe. To the cube?” I asked, straight to the point. I wished I could say something much more, maybe a joke or two… but I just can’t think of anything funny. I felt a little miserable, but I held on to my fake smile even longer.

“Of course. We could go for tea afterwards, okay?” answered Zura, with a bright smile and cheerful mood.

“Okay.” I nodded, with the smile still pasted on my face. That was the only answer I could think of at that time. But I figured out that the girls understood me by then. They knew I was naturally shy.

So we went straight to our cubes to put our bags. We chatted a little while, sitting on the floor in the middle of the cube where the fan was directly above our heads.

”Tomorrow night there’ll be a special dinner at the dining hall. Everyone is required to wear batik sarong. I’ve just heard the news from our head prefect, and thank God I’ve brought with me a new piece of batik sarong,” said Yani, one of the girls.

“Well, I don’t have a new one. But with ironing, it will be okay. Shanis, do you have to iron your sarong? If you do, I want to come along with you to the ironing room,” said one of the other girls to me. Her name is Shima.

“Okay.” I nodded in agreement.

That night, we went together to the ironing room. The room was fully packed. It seemed like ages to wait for my turn. I got number 15. Shima’s was number 16.

“I don’t want to wait this long. What about we go back and set the alarm clock at 3:00 a.m.? I’m sure nobody will be around at that hour,” Shima suggested with an annoyed face.

I understood why Shima was annoyed. We had been waiting for one hour. We were tired, there were still some revisions to be done and tomorrow we had to get up early to attend classes.

“Sure.” I said with several nods.

Exactly at 3:00 a.m., the alarm woke us up.

Both of us raced to the ironing room. Nobody was there. We inhaled relieved breaths.

“Can I iron first?” asked Shima, her sarong already spread on the long table and the iron was already in her hands.

I smiled at her, feeling a bit funny. “Of course. You go ahead. I’ll sit here and wait.” I sat on one of the four arranged beds in the room.

I looked at Shima but she didn’t say anything. She quickly ironed her sarong. Maybe the coldness of night made her want to crawl back into her blanket as soon as possible.

I closed my eyes, entertaining my drowsiness while waiting for Shima to finish ironing.

Suddenly my sleepy head was interrupted. I felt somebody else was sitting on another bed, right in front of me. I opened my eyes.

“Rafidah? What are you doing here?” I asked, surprised to see her.

Rafidah didn’t say a word, but she raised a piece of batik sarong for me to see. I understood what she meant. She wanted to iron her batik sarong for tomorrow night’s function.

Shima turned her head a little. “You know her?”

I shrugged a little. Actually Rafidah was not my classmate. Not even my blockmate. She lived in block A, and my block was block E. I only knew her because she was my homeroom mate. We share the same mentor.

“Yes. She’s my homeroom mate.” I answered, realising that was the first time I actually spoke to Rafidah.

“In that case, can I go back? You have a friend to accompany you,” said Shima. She had finished ironing, and she looked at me for approval.

“Okay. No problem. You go ahead. Rafidah can accompany me,” I said sincerely.

Now I was left alone with Rafidah. I looked at her at a glance, but she kept her head down and she seemed like staring at the floor. I guessed she must be sleeping. At 3:00 a.m., who wouldn’t fall asleep?

I didn’t say a word but hurriedly spreaded my batik sarong on the ironing table. I wanted to finish the chore and go back to my cube to continue my sleep. I could imagine Shima was already under her blanket by then.

The ironing room became too quiet, and I felt a little uncomfortable. Maybe I should say something to Rafidah.

“Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be ironing in your own block? Are you sleeping over a friend’s cube here? If a warden knows about this, you’ll be in trouble.” Out of nowhere, a lot of sentences came out from my mouth. I felt strange, because usually I don’t talk much. Maybe I was still in my dreaming phase, I thought.

But Rafidah kept quiet. She just shrugged a little. That was all she did. But I caught her staring at me when I turned around a moment to see her face. I thought that stare was a bit awkward.

Suddenly I felt very cold. But I didn’t think about anything strange, maybe because I was too sleepy and too lazy to think about anything. I did the ironing as fast as I could.

“It’s your turn,” I turned around, looking at Rafidah who was still sitting on the bed but then her head she bent down.

My first intuition told me to leave Rafidah. She didn’t make any promise with me to iron her batik sarong in the middle of the night. So, I didn’t have any obligation to wait her there.

However, deep in my heart I pitied her. She seemed like a lonely girl. In fact, she was more lonely than me. At least I have my room-mates. But Rafidah? She had to brave herself in the middle of the night to iron her batik. Nobody wanted to accompany her.

“Do you want me to wait for you?” I asked, but with a little annoying tune. I didn’t know why I sounded like that, and immediately I regretted my rudeness. Rudeness has always surfaced when I tried to overcome my shyness to speak to a person.

Rafidah kept her silence, but she shook her head. She smiled at me and slowly raised and went to the ironing table. She went to work right away.

Seeing her feeling very comfortable being alone, I didn’t want to probe her any longer. My sleepy eyes are more important to be attended to. I left her there, without any feeling of guilt.

I raced to my cube. I wanted to continue sleeping. I opened the door of my cube and entered. I sat on my bed, and grabbed a pillow. Suddenly, I remembered something.

“My hanger!” I sat straight on my bed and slapped my cheeks. My clothes hanger was left in the ironing room. I had forgotten to pick it up. I knew I had to take it back, because it was one of my favorite hangers. It was pink in colour and it was brand new.

Quickly, I dashed to the ironing room. But this time, I was a little careful for I was alone.

To get to the ironing room, I had to pass one cube and one toilet. The ironing room was next to the toilet. So, the distance of the ironing room was very near from my cube. If I ran, I would take only 10 seconds to reach the ironing room.

When I entered the ironing room, Rafidah was no longer there. I frowned. She must be very efficient. Not more than a minute had passed by before I came back to the ironing room.

I quickly picked up the hanger and walked out of the ironing room. When I passed the toilet, I heard the sound of someone doing laundry. I frowned again. Who in the heck want to do laundry at 3:00 a.m.? I peeped inside.

It was Rafidah, brushing on a piece of batik sarong. She let the water running from the pipe, and she held the batik sarong under the pipe water. Red water ran out from the batik. It looked exactly like someone washing a blood stained piece of cloth.

I didn’t think anything strange at that time. I just thought, maybe Rafidah had to wash the batik because it had been stained with her menstrual blood. It was possible. But a thought occurred to me. Wasn’t she scared being alone in the toilet? With the block’s eerie reputation, nobody would want to be alone, especially at odd hours.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to accompany you?” I asked again, this time really offering to accompany her. I looked at her, who was very busy scrubbing and brushing the blood-stained batik sarong.

Rafidah didn’t answer. But she seemed uneasy, as if she didn’t want me to be with her.

“Aren’t you scared being alone in the middle of the night? In the toilet? Washing clothes full of blood? Can’t you wait at least until morning to do it?” I asked, suddenly feeling concerned. I looked at her, waiting for an answer. I pitied her, and I really wanted to help her.

Suddenly, Rafidah looked up at me. She glared at me with such a hatred that I was shocked by it. She looked very, very angry and at that time I knew she wanted to be left alone and she really meant it. I backed off.

“Okay. I’m sorry. Just go ahead and continue,” I said as politely as I could, and stepped out of the toilet. Then, I walked straight to my cube and continued sleeping. I didn’t think of anything strange. I was too sleepy to even think.

The next morning, classes were fully-packed and my days went by busily. I had no time to think about Rafidah until a week later. It was only when Rafidah didn’t show up for our homeroom meeting that I suddenly thought of going to her cube, just to say hello.

I went to her cube, after asking around. See, I didn’t even know her exact cube. We were not close at all.

“Hello. May I see Rafidah?” I asked one girl who was sitting on her bed. She must be Rafidah’s cube-mate.

“What do you mean… Rafidah?” The girl asked, with a frown. She looked funny, as if I had missed a very important current issue that everyone else had known a long time ago.

“I want to see Rafidah. She didn’t attend our homeroom meeting. So, I came here just to check out if she’s okay,” I answered truthfully.

“Didn’t you know?” The girl asked again, with a puzzle unsolved on her face.

“Know about what?” I asked, curious and somehow worried. Had something bad happened to Rafidah?

“You didn’t know, huh? Well… I’ll tell you. Rafidah didn’t even register for this semester. She was sick last semester, and her parents brought her home.” The girls answered.

“What…? Didn’t register? She is not even here?” I asked, panic started to overwhelm my whole body. Cold sweat started to run down my forehead. I couldn’t control my body. I trembled.

“Yes. She’s not here. She’s faraway, at her hometown.”

My head spinned like crazy. Whoever that I met at the ironing room and the toilet, I just didn’t want to think about it.

I ran back to my block and straight to Shima. I told her the whole story. She was shocked too, but not as shocked as me. She only had a glance at Rafidah, and she didn’t even recognize her face.

But, I did. The ‘Rafidah’ glared straight into my eyes. I talked to her. Stood next to her. Accompanied her in the toilet. Even talking about it now made me shiver tremendously.

Who was the girl? I knew it was Rafidah. But how could she be Rafidah? Rafidah didn’t even register!

Oh God. Thank you because you protected me from harm. I was lucky that ‘Rafidah’ didn’t show her true colour in front of me. If she did, I don’t know what I would be. Might probably I would go cuckoo (crazy, of course)!

That was another true experience I would never forget. Until now, it is still fresh in my mind. Every bit of the incident, I remembered it like it was just yesterday.

Well guys, till another true story… have a meaningful day for all of you. Adios.

The Black Cat

2007-03-14T00:49:00.000-07:00

I had been studying in the hostel for one semester then. Everything seems to become normal to me. I have met new friends. Classes were smooth, and nothing abnormal happened to me throughout the semester.

Students were all chattering away, as the last exam paper ended that afternoon. Some were packing their belongings, and some were just hanging around waiting for the last minute to pack their things. All of us were going back home for the semester break. Or maybe it is more suitable to call it a holiday, because it was a one and half month’s break.

I was one of the students who were still the shy type. I quietly packed my things into my big bag. My other three friends had finished packing, so they were now chatting with each other excitedly.

All of them came from the same city. Therefore, they speak the same dialect. As for me, I come from further down the map. So, mostly I don’t quite fully understand them word per word. I only understood the whole context of their conversation.

But I knew they were very excited because that day all of them will go home. The school had divided us into two trips - The students who live in the northern area will be sent by school bus one day earlier than the students who live in the southern.

I was happy for them. But I had been thinking to myself quite a number of time lately. What will happen to me tonight?

I made my own calculation. It was unfortunate that all my close friends were from the northern. Maybe because they were the nearest people around me. All the cubes in my line were occupied from northern students, except me.

Well, I have been thinking of asking a classmate to accompany me that night. But that particular girl has never spoken to me before, and I am not the type of person who knows how to start a conversation without being labeled as rude.

Heck. People always have this interpretation when they first knew me. Many people said I am rude to them. But.. I don’t understand why they said that. Well, I don’t want to give them a damn care. Better still if I mind my own business.

So, I decided that I was going to spend the night alone in my cube. It had been a long semester, and nothing had happened during that long time. I was sure nothing strange would happen to me that night.

The day passed by mercifully. I finished packing my things, and I went down to wave goodbye to all my northern friends.

It was already eight p.m. then. I didn’t have dinner, because I didn’t find any friends to accompany me. So, I went straight to my cube. I intended to read a good story book so that I would kill the time effortlessly.

Hah hah. Actually I was scared! But I had nothing else to do. There was nobody to turn to, and the remaining students were far away downstairs.

Stuck up with my extreme shyness, I closed the door of my cube. I left the lights on and I instantly jumped onto the bed. I opened a thick story book, and began reading.

I tried to focus on the reading, and to immerse in the story. I don’t want to think about anything else but the story.

After a while, I began to enjoy the reading and my mind began to relax. Soon afterwards, I began to feel sleepy.

I looked at the watch. It was almost midnight. Sometimes the creepy feeling crawled into my nerves but I tried to ignore it because it was the only clever thing to do.

I lay down on the bed, and still reading. I hoped in that way, I would be able to fall asleep. And to my surprise, I dozed off.

It was what happened after I woke up that made me shiver all over. It was 3 or 4 am. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a black cat gazing down at me right in front of me.

Its two front legs were on my chest, and its two hind legs were on the bed. Its eyes didn’t blink even a bit, and its glare made all the hair on my skin stood on ends.

Out of nowhere, a feeling of rage suddenly gathered in my chest. I collected all the energy that was left in me, and screamed my lungs out.

“You devil! Son of devil! God will send you to hell!” I didn’t know why I said that, but I felt like it was the natural thing to say at that moment.

I pushed the cat off with all my might and I didn’t dare to see where it ran to. I just prayed that the cat would not come again.

Soon, the cat disappeared out of sight. At that time, I realized several strange things had happened.

I looked around the cube. It was dark, and obviously the lights were off. Didn’t I left the lights on the whole night? I was sure the light was still on when I lay on the bed.

Who turned the lights off? Who?

I looked at the door. It stood there, ajar.

Who opened it?

I had locked the door. I remembered very clearly. I had locked the door, sat on the bed and opened the book.

My heart began beating real fast. I must run away from this terrible fear. But, where to? At this hour, who would want to open her door if I knock?

Nobody!

As fast as I could, I reached the plug and switched on the lights. I locked the door, but this time I sat straight on my bed. I don’t want to read anything. I wanted to be alert.

If something happened again, I wanted to be ready.

“This time, I am going to be ready,” I thought about that again and again.

I sat there, rocking back and forth to overcome my fear until the first hint of dawn appeared. Soon afterwards I began to hear footsteps from downstairs, footsteps of the girls going to the toilet to wash up and start a new day.

I quickly went to the toilet, washed up and prepared myself to go home. I took my bag with me, and never dared to turn back.

I skipped my breakfast, and sat in the foyer building until the bus came. I would never forget that incident, ever.

Who Is She

2007-03-14T00:43:00.001-07:00

My parents waved at me sadly as they stood outside the hostel compound. I waved back at them, and tears started to run down my cheeks. Suddenly I felt so lonely. Who will make friends with me? Will I be accepted by the so-called “brainy students” of this renowned boarding school?

I watched in tears as my parents moved away slowly. Then, I climbed the stairs up to my cube (room with 4 beds). Three other girls are already there, chatting along quite friendly to each other.

I stared at them with a bit of terror, for I am a very shy girl. It is very hard for me to start a conversation without somebody else starting it for me. I felt tongue-tied, and I said nothing to overcome the feeling of embarrasment.

Soon, the three girls got up and came near me. It was obvious they wanted to say something. I prepared myself with such a disguised dignity to hide my shyness.

“Tonight everyone is ordered to gather at the mosque,” one of the girls told me.

“But I can’t go. Menstrual, you see?” I objected, with a caution eye. I’m afraid the girls will not believe my excuse. But actually it’s true. I was having my menstrual and thus prohibited from entering a mosque.

“But all of us are going. In fact, we’re going there right after dinner. Aren’t you coming along?” The other girl added.

“Well… you guys go ahead. Maybe I’ll catch up later,” Somehow feeling unwelcome, I rejected their invitation with the hardest effort to be polite.

“Ok. Good-bye. We’re going.” Off the girls went.

“Bye.” I whispered to nobody as the girls’ footsteps echoed along the corridor, leaving me alone in the cube. My eyes started to roam around the room. Spooky feelings started to invade my so-very-little braveness.

I sat at my bed, legs bent up so that my knee touched my chin. Suddenly I began to regret not to follow the girls. The cube was in fact a little spooky. I don’t know how to describe it, but the temperature began dropping bit by bit.

Suddenly I was shivering. It was really cold. Outside, the sun set and the moon took its place.

I felt terrible. I got up of bed, running towards the door. I wanted desperately to have a companion with me. And I hoped someone else was in her cube, not attending the mosque ceremony due to menstrual, just like me.

I strolled along the corridor. Panic started to attack me. The surroundings of the block made me want to scream.

“Why is it so dark? Don’t they have electricity?” I yelled to myself to calm down. Not bothering to knock any doors, I opened one after one door, desperate to meet someone. Just anyone.

But nobody was around, except for me.

My world began to spin. I was in a huge panic. I was alone! In an old, spooky block! With all the electricity shut down, except from my own cube!

“God, help me.” I don’t know how to explain, but suddenly all my hair stood on end. I ran back to my cube and locked the door.

Suddenly, something very strange happened in front of my two eyes.

The electricity suddenly went off. My eyes drifted to the window of my cube. A strong and powerful light appeared from outside the window, and I knew there was nothing out there to result in a light so powerful.

My knees were shaking real hard, when suddenly something moved outside the window and resulted in a huge shadow. The ‘thing’ moved from right to left, and left to right, all throughout the entire window.

Too panicked, I dashed out of the cube. Since it was my first day at the boarding school, I haven’t learned my way around.

Not knowing where to go, I stood exactly at the front door with the door opened wide. I dared not go outside, but still I dared not step inside the cube.

I wanted to go to the mosque, but I don’t know where it was. Everywhere is dark, except for the light and the huge shadow at the window.

I cried, and I cried endlessly. I prayed and prayed for the terrifying moment to end. I closed my eyes, not daring to look anywhere for the fear of suddenly seeing something.

I stood there for one solid hour. Every inch of my body ached, because I was afraid to move. My grip on the door was like glued and my hands were as hard as arthritis hands.

I stood there like ages when the first sound of footsteps started to enter the block. The sound was like a new life to me. I was relieved, very much relieved because everybody is back from the mosque. And much more strange, all light is naturally on again.

“When we were at the mosque, somebody told us,” said one of the girls to me when we were all in the cube.

“What?” I said.

“Sometimes strange things happen in our block when there is nobody around. But I don’t believe it. Anyway, you did go to the mosque just now, didn’t you?” the girl asked.

“Why do you say that?” I asked, my heart beating fast.

“Don’t bluff. I saw you sitting at the back chewing on your fingernails.” The girl grumped a little, and looked at the other two girls. The girls nodded, in approval.

I hugged the girl in front of me, shaking tremendously. And I told her what happened that night.

That night, the four of us slept in one bed, hugging each other.

That was the first scary experience I would never forget.

MY SCARY GHOST STORIES

2007-03-14T00:33:00.000-07:00

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