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

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

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

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

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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

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

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

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

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

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!

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

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

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

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

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 wa