Visitor from the highway..

Jane and I went to Pangkor Island for a night’s trip.

It was great. Even though the beach wasn’t top quality, we got to snorkle at a nearby island. We could see fishes swimming around. And it only cost RM40!

Driving back home was tedious though. I had to brave through a long stretch of trunk roads with single lane. It was pitch dark and most of the time, I depend on my luck when overtaking cars!!

While driving on the North-South highway, our car was overpowered with the smell of bunga kemboja (frangipani flower). First I thought it was due to Jane perfume. But I soon realised that Jane doesn’t have perfume that smells of frangipani.

Then the next thing that struck my mind was… pontianak (Malay female vampire). Malay folklore had it that if you smell kemboja flowers at night, that means a female vampire is nearby. My hair began to stand. I had to do something about it. I decided to ask her to leave….

“Kak, tolong jangan kacau kak” (Miss, Please dont disturb us)
“Kami students kak” (We’re students miss)
Jane: ????? Are you talking to me?

The smell went off suddenly. I was so relieved. The hair on my neck and face were standing!! I felt like a bear, you know, bears have hairy face… However, the smell came back again….

“Kak, tolong jangan kacau kak” (Miss, please dont disturb us)
“Kami nak balik Kuala Lumpur…” (We want to go back to Kuala Lumpur)

Few moments after I finish that sentence, the smell went off again.

It never came back again.

Maybe the smell came from a long stretch of kemboja trees on the highway. Superstition? I rather not take the chance. I dont want to wake up in the middle of the night to find a lady smelling of kemboja standing in my room!!!!!!! @_@

sitting ghost…

Last night, Mum told me that one of her tenants is having sleeping problem. Apparently, a ghost would disturb him whenever he sleeps. The ghost would pin him down his bed and he couldn’t move at all. It happened many times hence he couldn’t get proper sleep most of the time. He even consulted a priest. According to the priest, it seems that there’s a dead body buried underneath the house (not the current house I’m living in). Mum didn’t know what to do about it hence she consulted me. However, all I said was to leave them alone. I heard the guy got himself a huge talisman.

I experienced this phenomenon twice. The first time was pretty timed. I woke up feeling immobilized and immediately went back to sleep. However, the second time was hellish. I woke up feeling immobilized. It was pretty scary as I can’t scream or move!

A friend of mine had something worst. There was once he woke up feeling immolized. Then suddenly, he felt a hand moving from the end of the bed towards him. The hand slides slowly on the bedsheet towards him.

According to Chinese belief, whenever someone wakes up feeling immobilized, that means a ghost is pinning you down. However, it seems that there is a scienfitic explanation for this. It has something to do with the way you sleep.

Do you have similiar experiences? :D

Ahh..thanks to gguni, the mystery is solved..

What is sleep paralysis?

Sleep paralysis consists of a period of inability to perform voluntary movements either at sleep onset (called hypnogogic or predormital form) or upon awakening (called hypnopompic or postdormtal form).

Sleep paralysis may also be referred to as isolated sleep paralysis, familial sleep paralysis, hynogogic or hypnopompic paralysis, predormital or postdormital paralysis

What are the symptoms?
- A complaint of inability to move the trunk or limbs at sleep onset or upon awakening
- Presence of brief episodes of partial or complete skeletal muscle paralysis
- Episodes can be associated with hypnagogic hallucinations or dream-like mentation (act or use of the brain)

Is it harmful?
Sleep paralysis is most often associated with narcolepsy, a neurological condition in which the person has uncontrollable naps. However, there are many people who experience sleep paralysis without having signs of narcolepsy. Sometimes it runs in families. There is no known explanation why some people experience this paralysis. It is not harmful, although most people report feeling very afraid because they do not know what is happening, and within minutes they gradually or abruptly are able to move again; the episode is often terminated by a sound or a touch on the body.

In some cases, when hypnogogic hallucinations are present, people feel that someone is in the room with them, some experience the feeling that someone or something is sitting on their chest and they feel impending death and suffocation. That has been called the “Hag Phenomena” and has been happening to people over the centuries. These things cause people much anxiety and terror, but there is no physical harm.

Melbourne ghost story…

Another ghost story, dedicated to all my friends in Melbourne :D

Warning: Please proceed if you have balls of steel or tits of steel.

During my backpacking trip around Australia, I ended up staying in my then girlfriend (hereinafter referred as “M”) apartment on Charlotte’s place, just next to Astor Theatre. It’s actually a dead end street with couple of beautiful single story Victorian houses and an apartment located on the end of the road.

Charlotte’s Place..

I was fortunate enough to live there for 2 occasions, once during my second trip to Melbourne and another time during my backpacking trip. The first time was alright but I wasn’t in good terms with M’s housemate (it all started after she insisted on dividing the toilet roll bill into 3). Anyway, back to the story. It was Winter 2002 and I was revising Insurance Law in the living room with a cup of cold Milo.

Then suddenly, I heard a sound. It sounded like someone is outside the window. Who could be outside the window at 12AM in the morning? And further, we live on the 2nd floor.

It was a sound of heavy breathing. It was getting louder and louder. The hair behind my neck began to stand and so did the hair on my arms! (I swear when I wrote this I immediately blasted my music loudly)

It would enjoy it if it’s a woman’s heavy breathing. But noooooo…it was a man. I immediately packed my books and ran back to my room. I told M about it. She immediately dismiss it by saying it could be the gas pipe outside or the neighbour downstairs.

Days later, the noise came back again (I swear when I wrote this the hair on my face began to stand). We were about to sleep. The lights were closed and we were neatly tucked. It was the breathing sound again. It went on for few minutes. M and I were shocked. We didn’t say a word but we were clearly awake to witness it. We stared at the window and saw nothing. It can’t be the gas pipe as it’s located on the other side of the apartment. It cant be our neighbour downstairs because.. no one lives directly below us. (hair stands!!)

We asked M’s housemate whether or not she heard anything.

She said she heard nothing.

The heavy breathing incident stopped for a while after that.

However, one day, while M was at a clinic, she heard the noise again. It was as if something was breathing on to her ears. She asked the doctor whether he heard anything. The doctor said no..

She came out from the doctor’s room, looking pale..

House no 386..

Another neighborhood story!

Many years ago, my mum rented this dilapidated house located opposite my hill (my house is on top of a hill). I used to hangout there loads as there were 2 pretty cool tenants there last time. They used to bring me out for dinner and let me hang around in their room.

Behind the happy old memories, there lies a dark secret in that house. It’s an open secret actually, even taxi drivers knew about it. However, mum didn’t know about it. When my mum first rented the house, she and my maid painted the entire house. So on one faithful day, Mum was exhausted hence she slept in a room which is located next to a toilet. While sleeping.. something woke her up. A black image was floating in front of her. Suddenly, it began choking her. Mum was struggling for her life…

She was about to pass out until she heard a scream. It was my maid shouting that she has finished her work and wanted to go home. The black image disappeared.

Mum was curious. She didn’t know what that was so she asked a neighbor. Apparently, the previous owner of the house committed suicide in that very same room mum slept. He was an Indian man and an Inspector of the police force. The entire family moved as soon as he died.

His spirit was still lurking around the house after the incident. Tenants were complaining that they heard footsteps on the stairs at night.

However, today, the house no longer exists. After mum moved out, it was left unattended for few years until someone bought the house and demolished it. A brand new bungalow lies there now..

Ghostly encounters

It’s true
It’s true. I did really see them. It was many years ago, when I was still a kid. Mum was playing mahjong with her friends and I was watching TV. I felt thirsty so I headed to the mahjong room. While on my way, an image, about 10 feet away, appeared in front of me. It happened very fast.

2 heads popped out from the door. Their eyes were huge and their face was purple and rotten. They were staring at me. I could clearly make out that the 2 heads were a woman and a boy. I screamed and fainted.

After all these year, I was unsure whether or not that incident really happened. I somehow think it was a bad dream. But today, my mum clarified it. She said that there was once she found me unconscious on the floor. I was having high fever. I?m sure that was after those 2 purple heads incident.

Well, this was not the first time our house had such ghostly encounters. There once was my tenants saw an image walking up and down the stairs. After that incident, they were so scared till they didn?t dare to come home alone.

Hard Rock Cafe
During the eve of Chinese New Year, families would gather for reunion dinner. In Kuala Lumpur, people would take a day off earlier in order to head back to their hometown for the reunion dinner. For the next few days, the city of Kuala Lumpur would be a ghost town. Shops will be closed, street will be empty.
Our usual dinner places would be closed too. So Dad made an early arrangement for tomorrow.

Dad: Is Esquire Kitchen open tomorrow?

Me: Yeah I guess so.

Mum: It will be opened tomorrow. Let?s have dinner there.

Me: Mmm, yeah sure.

Dad: mmmm? How about Hard Rock Caf鿠It sounds like a great place for reunion dinner!

Me: Errr?