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!