One fine day, we went to one of my gf’s house. We gathered in her bedroom which was upstairs and lie on her bed, chatting, until one of my friend must had suggested playing pencil spirit. Since it was not the first time, everyone was quite willing and automatically know what to do. Everyone placed their fingers on the pencil which was placed on top of a paper with the relevant alphabets and chanted as usual. Now, I can’t even remember how the chanting was like then. Anyway, as usual, the pencil moved and answered some questions which my friends asked. Well, we were so used to this, we did not feel much shock or whatever. Maybe just a little spooked with the answers but that was all. Besides hey, maybe someone was moving her fingers to answer those questions huh. It was just another game to us.

Suddenly…we heard someone called out to us. No la…not ghost! It was my friend’s mother calling from downstairs saying that one of my friend’s father had arrived to drive us all back home. So, we quickly abandoned the “game”, packed and scurried downstairs. As we walked along the corridor to the stairs, we walked one by one. I was not the last few girls though. When we reached the gate, I heard 2 of my friends talking to each other. They were the last 2 girls who were walking at the back of us.

“Did you hear that?” one of them , Shirley asked the other one, Joyce in a tone with a little fear in it. “Yeah….” Joyce reluctantly whispered. “Ok…let’s not talk about it yet,” Shirley said and Joyce gratefully agreed. Some of us heard their conversation and got curious. We started to ask them what did they hear but both insisted that they were not going to talk about it until later. So we sensed something but we just kept quiet and went into the car. Everyone was quite queit, waiting for the 2 girls to reveal their story. The girl whose house we visited was not in the car.

“Can you now tell us about whatever you 2 were talking about just now?” one of my friend asked, breaking the silence. We were all Chinese, while the father of my other friend, Belinda was a Singh. So we could freely speak in Cantonese.

“Ok..” Shirley said, looking at Joyce. “you know…as I was walking along the corridor to the stairs, I heard…music coming from the musical doll in Angeline’s (the girl whom we visited)bedroom!”

Hearing that, we are stunned. All of us knew for sure nobody turned on that musical doll. We were walking out together and we didn’t hear anything. The musical doll was a girly doll with curly hair, big eyes, the usual doll la..it was placed on the stand just beside the bed where we played our little “game”.

Hearing that, we were spooked. Shirley said that initially she didn’t really want to believe what she heard. That was why she had asked Joyce about it since Joyce actually was walking behind Shirley. Joyce was the last one and Shirley wanted to confirm her hearing with Joyce. Joyce heard it too. There was also no reason for the 2 girls to lie about it because they had been playing this “game” for many times and could have lied even before this. We didn’t dare to tell Angeline since she would be sleeping in her bedroom that night. Could it be that we didn’t properly asked the spirit to leave due to the hurry to get downstairs? Or could it be that we had played too many times and got too “ying”?

Whatever the reason, one thing was for sure. That was the last time we play any spiritual game. We told the story to a nun from a temple after that , to seek her opinion on what happened. She said that “some people may not believe the existence of the supernatural, but well, it does exist as you all may have experienced. What you all did which was to stop playing the “game” was the right thing to do. Thank goodness.”

This story was told by my Boss, Mark and Managers, Ray and Carl. Mark and Carl are brothers.

Long before I entered the organisation, they had a workshop held in one of Penang’s famous tourist hotel aka infamous haunted hotel.

The ballroom was great, luxurious, beautiful! The workshop went really well for the 3 days, 2 nights. My Boss, Mark and Carl (the Manager) shared a room, while Ray shared with one of the local professors.

The first night, Mark and Carl retired to their room early. Carl was watching TV for a while before deciding to go to sleep. Just as he turned off the TV, the phone rang. He went to answer it and as his hand reaches the receiver, it stopped ringing. Being a religious person, Carl suspected foul play of the supernatural, so he turned a blind eye and proceeded to sleep.

As Mark and Carl were sound asleep, they were awoken and startled by a loud SLAM of a door. The sound was so close proximity, they SWEAR someone came to open their door and slam it shut just to frighten them!

They looked at each other, both knowingly what had transpired and decided to sleep with the lights on.

Morning came and the workshop commenced as per itinerary. During the first break, Mark and Carl met with Ray and related what had happened last night.

Being a skeptic, Ray laughed it off and called them small boys to have actually believe in such nonsense. How regrettable his remarks were.

Dusk arrived and the night quickly greeted my superiors. It was the second night of the workshop, which means tomorrow is the last day and they’d be heading home right after the presentations finishes.

The professor whom Ray was sharing a room with decided that he should head home right after the workshop instead of staying another night as the evening’s presentation was his last.

So Ray had no choice but to cancel the room and crash with his brother and Carl. What they did was ordered another mattress and with so little space left, the mattress was placed in such a manner where it faced the door of the room. Bad idea.

As Ray slept, he awoke approximately 2.30am, unable to move a single limb or muscle. His eyes were the only part that was movable at the time given. He looked around suspiciously and frightened as he scrutinised his surroundings, seemingly suffering from sleep paralysis.

What he saw next sent him on a blood curling scream which no one heard.

As he lay facing the room entrance, the door slowly creaked open and an apparition of a woman dressed in white, with long straight black hair and black sockets for eyes and pale complexion appeared. It seemed to be floating as its feet were not touching the ground.

Slowly, it floated nearer to Ray and all he could do was scream in his head and in a matter of seconds, it was an inch or two away from his face.

Miraculously, it stopped just there and Ray could see that it was slowly retracting backwards, as if an unseen force was pulling it away. Soon, the thing was pulled out of the room and the door closed.

Thought everything was over, Ray was in for another bout of fright.

Just as the door closed, it creaked open again to reveal a young boy. Pale in complexion and like the previous entity, it floated towards Ray. This time, Ray recited a prayer profusely in his head and the boy retracted out of the door. Once the door closed, Ray could feel his limbs came back and he quickly jumped out of the mattress and headed to a sleeping Carl.

“Carl! Carl!” he whispered harshly, nudging Carl by the arm.

Carl groggily looked at him but wasn’t surprised when he saw the perplexed frightened expression on Ray’s face.

“Shut up! Don’t tell me anything! Don’t say a word! Hop into bed and shut up!” Carl replied, waving his hand profusely, not wanting to hear what Ray had just encountered.

As gay as it may sound, the two men slept next to each other through the night.

The next day went on as planned. The workshop finishes early afternoon and my superiors checked out of the hotel.

On the way back to KL, Carl finally asked Ray what happened last night. Ray related the story, stuttering and shivering at the same time. Mark, oblivious to anything that has happened last night, commented.

“You guys can’t be sleeping on the same bed the whole night. Last night about 4am I went to the toilet. When I came out, I saw Ray, with only his hair visible, snugged up nicely under the comforter on the mattress. So don’t lie.”

Ray and Carl looked at each other, and then at Mark with shock.

Why, you ask?

Because first of all, Ray was really sleeping next to Carl the whole night. He did not went back to the mattress.

Secondly, Ray has the habit of sleeping without any blanket or comforter.

So, go figure.

Many of you blame that most of the evil doings that occur to us originates from The Devil. Part of it is true and part of it is wrong. Before i begin, Some of you may not want to read this article cause it may leave you guys wondering about it and later on having nightmares and stuff, but however, if you have a strong-willed mind and would want to proceed, Please do.

Que Dios Tenga Misericordia En Mi Alma

As a satanist, we would always gather for Black Masses on Sundays and usually end up splitting into individuals after the event.

First off, I’ll like to explain what is a Black Mass.It’s actually the name given to a ceremony supposedly celebrated during the Witches’ Sabbath, which was a parody of the Catholic Mass. Its main objective was the profanation of the host, although there is no agreement on how hosts were obtained or profaned; the most common idea is that they were profaned by means of some ritual related to sexual practices. It’s to actually to prove our loyalty to The Devil.

So everytime a Black Mass is done, We would actually go home. But in this case, Something tragic happened. During the Black Mass, I noticed something strange about the atmosphere. Something wasn’t right and i could felt the presence of a heavy sin around us all. It’s so heavy that i had a headache for awhile, but soon regain my consciousness soonafter. Then lights started to flicker in front of the altar and the sacrificial tablet, followed by a small ground shakes. We thought we were all prepared for what’s coming ahead of us but soon found out that we were not.

Black smoke started scattering around the floor and we were all forced to the ground. I couldn’t get up no matter how hard i tried. I could only move my head. The smoke then started spiralling up in front of the alter fast and it soon formed a shape of a body with feathered wings and a serpent in his left hand. We were all stunned to what we saw. No words could ever described ‘It’. But i knew what was ‘It’. It’s none other than Astaroth himself. His presence made us fear for the worst and he was the Crowned prince of Hell. His wings, emits the cries and the screams of poor souls who are being tortured from Hell. His eyes, bright yellow as if the sun was built-in it. It’s said that if one were to look into his eyes, one would be blind in an instant and he would burn in eternal flames. He started saying something loudly but we were all too scared to understand what he was saying. It’s not a language from this world. And when i moved my head to have a look at his face, His eyes quickly moved to mine the moment i looked up. I quickly moved my head down. My heart was racing so fast that my visions were blur. I saw his hands and he started pointing at me and saying something. And soon my i could hear the sound that most grenades emits after the explosion, that TV static-like sound. It got louder and louder the more he was speaking, till my ears started to bleed. I coudln’t stand the pain no more and soon, i fell unconscious.

When i was in that state, I could see myself burning in Hell with Astaroth standing beside Lucifer’s throne laughing at my demise. My skin was melting away slowly and my skeleton started to shatter to bits. My flesh ripped apart by Hellhounds and i could see them chewing on it. I screamed so loud that my cries were pleasant to their eyes and that they laughed even louder. My eyes soon started melting away and soon enough, i jumped out from my bed like a ninja. I turned to look around and i was surprised to find myself at home, in my room. I looked around for my handphone and started to call other cultist. They too said they apparently just woke up and they were at home. I didn’t know what happened to the Head cultist though. But from that day onwards, i pulled myself away from the cult and started to do new things. I have repented my ways and started to do more community work. But i could never forget what happened during that day and the images that will always be on my mind.

To people who think that being in an occult and doing satan worshipping is ‘cool’, think twice. The consequences of it is much more worse than you think it will be. Let my experience be and example and to let you wonderful people that by doing a sin, bad things will come your way.

This is the end of my story, If you’ll like to ask questions or post comments, please feel free to do so.

My ex-bf and I used to go to a friend’s apartment to have endless rounds of Mahjong. This friend of ours stays on the 7th Floor and in order to access the lift, one has to walk across a secluded carpark to reach it.

I remember after several rounds of Mahjong, we had an emergency and had to leave early. My ex-bf and I decided not to waste anymore time, I told him to go collect the car and wait for me by the side of the apartment and I will be down shortly, so off he went.

Bidding our friend goodbye, I walked towards the lift alone. When the lift arrived I quickly went in. I realised I was alone but never gave much thought to it.

Not until it reached the 4th floor.

I was told before that when the lift stops at a particular floor but you didn’t see anyone coming in, it is most likely a spirit. Or logically, someone pressed the button but forgot something and went back to get it or decided to take the staircase.

Back to the 4th Floor. The doors opened and an unusual gush of wind filled the lift. The doors would not close even when I pressed the button. Only after several attempts did it finally budge and even then, the lift became extremely warm. First of all, it was in the evening, perhaps during twilight and I was perspiring in an air-conditioned lift!

I have had the extra senses when I was at the age of 4 and these encounters, still scare me from time to time, but I become stronger as I grew up and find ways to battle and ward off the frighten feelings residing in me.

In this case, instead of facing the lift doors desperately trying to get out, I lean against the side and face the inwards of the lift. Hoping and praying that I will not see anything, in my own way, I let them know that I KNOW that they are there with me.

The journey to the lobby seemed like hours! When I finally managed to step foot out of the lift, I had to cross the quiet carpark and then meet my ex-bf at his car. It was a relief when I got into the vehicle.

It was said that there is a floor (in between hotel rooms) contributed to only the spirits of Genting Highlands. This floor is said to be set in such a way where the entire floor is dimmed and gloomy and at the end of the hall has a long table which represents an altar.

An exclusive number of designated hotel staff would be assigned to be the only ones given access to this floor to give peace offering onto the altar, therefore they will be the only ones with the access card (I don’t know how they access but I assume it’s done by card that is used to swipe in the elevator).

Somehow, a group of 4/5 boys (somehow managed to achieve access to this floor) knew about the happenings of this particular section.

They took the lift to the floor feeling anxious, afraid, thrilled, etc (you name it). Once the door opened, none of them were brazen enough to step out, in fact, they all stood inside the small confinement and stared cautiously into the enlarged dimmed hall.

One of them said it was enough and that they should start heading back down to the lobby so the one nearest to the buttons pressed ‘Close Doors’.

As you expected in any ghost stories, the doors did not close. Even after several attempts the doors did not budge an inch.

Until one of them who had enough as his patience wore thin, he said ‘F*** it, I’m taking the stairs!’

So, he dash out of the lift and headed for the staircase. The moment he step foot out of the lift, the doors began to creak and close in an unusual fast motion.

His friends panicked and instantaneously pulled him back into the lift. Had the doors closed on it and the friends were not able to pull him back in time, who knows what will befall him if he’s alone on that spooky floor.

Though this story was only told by a friend, I don’t know how many versions were there. But this was related by a friend’s relative who worked in Genting Hotel. So let me know if there is another version, or perhaps the real truth of the existence of this floor.

My colleague’s bf picked her up from work every day. But he always arrived at our office late i.e. 9 p.m. because he worked far away from our office. So,usually my colleague would end up alone in the office. We used to work on another floor but recently our department moved in to this new floor. She said, one night, she went to the ladies toilet at the other end of the floor. When doing her business inside the toilet (the toilet had the usual plastic cubicles inside), she heard tapping sound from the next cubicle “tap tap tap”. So she came out of her cubicle (only half finished her business!!) to check whether got anyone outside. Eh nobody else was in the toilet and the tapping sound stopped immediately after she came out…So she went back into the cubicle again to finish her business. This girl somemore dared to say “Don’t disturb me!”. She said she thought it better to give a fierce warning to show that she was not afraid. Well, she told me she got 6th sense and a bit of 3rd eye. So she said she was not very scared about the supernatural stuff. Yeah right! Immediately after she went back into the toilet, and continued her business, the tapping sound started again! Wah lau..only then she felt a bit of goosebump on her neck. Then, soon she felt something worse. Every cubicle had a light on top of it. She felt that the light on her cubicle, slowly dimmed as though there was something floating on top of her staring down at her. So the entity probably covered the light, that was why the light suddenly dimmed!! Somemore this girl pretend to be brave although inside she was scared like crazy. She said she cooly finished her business, didn’t wash hand but casually walked out of the toilet. Right after she opened the toilet door and walked out, she ran so fast like a mad woman to her workstation. She quickly packed and rather waited for her bf outside the office!

Since she still had to wait for bf to pick her every night, she then to avoid going to the toilet. But if she really cannot stand it anymore and need to do business, she said she tried to quickly finish her business and practically always ran out of the toilet and hid at her workstation where she put the coin sword to protect her from those supernatural stuff.

Story 2

This was another colleague’s friend. She told me about this story because I told her about my ex colleague’s toilet tapping sound. She said “Huh!! tapping sound in the toilet again!!” and she told me that her friend also experienced something similar. But her friend worked in another office. That office was old and rumoured to be “dirty”. Same thing, her friend went to the toilet. Inside the toilet, she heard a tapping sound coming from the last cubicle which was next to her cubicle. According to my colleague, it is best to avoid going into the last cubicle in any toilets. Don’t know how true is that. Anyway, back to the story, the last cubicle already out of action for a long time. So definitely there was no one in that cubicle because it had become a little storing place for brooms, pails etc. But this girl also pretend to be brave, she dared asked “anyone there?” Of course nobody replied her. If somebody replied, I think she would surely have fainted. She finished her business and came out. Washed her hands and went out of the toilet casually. Very brave girl because she not afraid yet. But then…..the tapping sound….actually followed her!!!!!wah lau, then only she became afraid. At first she thought maybe old building would have some kind of sound, but how can that sound followed her out of the toilet until she reached her workstation??? Worse was, she started to hear as though there were many “people” talking.

The next day, she told her other colleagues. They said that maybe because she always stayed late in the office, alone, the “people” probably one fine night decided to invite her to join their party!! Wah lau, dunno to laugh or feel scared. Morale of the story, don’t be too hardworking and stay late in the office!

Like any other superstitious family, my father and his siblings were told not to wander around outside of the house late at night.

My uncle, being the eldest had chores and errands to run for his big family of 13 (if I am not mistaken….@_@) siblings and sometimes would end up returning home late.

There is an Esso petrol station facing back to back with the house and between them is an alley. This alley looks sinister after 7.30pm because the back of the petrol station towers over the house, hence creating a dark environment in the evening, otherwise it is a rather safe walkway.

Further up the alley, there is a shoplot, occupied by a mechanic. Beside the workshop is a huge old-age tree (it has been there since forever) and a chinese red altar house (I don’t know what it is called) planted right below the tree.

One night, as my uncle returned home, he complained of having a fever and retired soon after dinner. As night fell, his fever escalated sky high and during that era, clinics seemed to be closed after dusk.

Next morning came and my grandmother brought him to the clinic, got his prescriptions and returned home. Even after his medication, my uncle still couldn’t recover from his high fever.

It was days later only had they realised that something was amiss and consulted a buddhist priest.

Upon chanting, sprinkling holy water and blessing my uncle’s sick physique, the priest asked if my uncle had walked in any secluded area and touched or said anything unusual.

Apparently, that fateful night before he returned home, he took his usual route directing him towards the back door of the house (the back door has more people moving in and out from because it is nearer to the shops/bus stops and offices at the shoplots).

Near the scary looking tree, my uncle said he had kicked a stone that was near the red altar repeatedly until he reached the back door of the house. It was said that he had offended a lady ghost and his sickness was his punishment.

It was then the priest had told my uncle to ask for forgiveness by the tree with peace offerings only then his high fever subsided almost immediately.

The priest added that if it was another day later, he would’ve died.

This happens in the late eighties when the government requested all the villagers to move to HDB. My parents who had grew up there and lived there for half of their lives were one of the last to remain behind while the rest of our relatives are moving out one by one.

On one of the morning, it was my grandmother’s turn to shift to her new HDB in Hougang area. Being the only child, her parents’ tablet was placed in her house and shifted to the new house where they are moving to.

Nothing was amissed. But something weird happened that very night after they shifted. My mum was in the backyard cooking dinner when she heard a very low and angry voice shouting in the living room. Feeling weird as there was no one else staying near us, who would visit us at this hour? Thinking that it was my dad, she went into the living room and take a look.

There was no one except my 1 year old brother sitting in the sofa staring at the altar. My mum asked “boy, who was talking just now?’
My bro looked at her and pointed to the altar. “there’s one old uncle sitting there throwing things around.” His answer was so innocent and he can’t be lying at the age of 1. So my mum sat down beside him and asked how does he looks like? He described the “uncle” as pale, skinny & hungry looking. The more he describe, the clearer a face appeared in my mum’s mind. Its my great grandpa!! She wonder what had happened and why he did not leave with the family?

She was drawn back to reality when my brother tugged at her and said,”uncle says he is hungry” On hearing that, my mum prepared a meal and placed it on the altar. My brother’s eyes still on the altar said “uncle is sitting on the edge, with his legs dangling and happily eating.” Nothing much was said afterwards.

Till finally my brother was seen nodding his head and said,” mummy, uncle said he was unable to cross the bridge as there is a Deity overlooking the river & the family members had forgotten to pay their respect to allow uncle to cross over with them.”

On hearing that, my mum gave my grandmother a call & informed them of what had happened. They apologized to her saying that, they had left his tablet on the floor of the car & didn’t realised it had caused him to remain behind.

The next day they came back and ask for my great grandpa to follow them home. Since then, nothing was hear of him any more.

When I was around 7, my mum happened to know a friend living in a small village of Johor. As a result, we are often brought to this small village. Usually we goes there by train and the journey takes around 4 hours.

On one of these trips, we were going in to the village again. As usually, we are greeted by lots of smiling faces of the children staying in the same house. I treated them like my own siblings. And there are almost 20 kids in all!!

Coincidentally, my aunt decided to tag along with us to our so called hide-out. Before going, she handed us presents that she brought from Tibet. It was a braclet said to be blessed by one of the Living Buddha. Being brought up with Buddhism, it was a habit to put it onto my wrist.

At the house, a handful of us, being the elder ones, were discussing on places to explore along with the malaysian kids. They suggested a waterfall which was found deep in the forest. Of cos we agreeed readily. And went preparing our extra clothes and towels for the trip and took off in our bicycles.

After cycling for like an hour, we reached the waterfall hidden away in the midst of towering trees. Strangely, despite the burning sun, the air around us was cooling. We wasted no time and dived into the water. It was icy cold and we shiver from head to toes. But after several mins, we adapted to the icy water and was running up and down the falls and diving down from the top.

Soon it was my turn to dive off.. i struggled my way to the middle where the currents are the strongest as 3 rivers combines into 1. Steadying myself and taking small steps at a time, I reached the mid of the river. When I was preparing to dive off, I heard someone speak to me from behind, I turned around and saw a little in school uniform coming face to face with me. I felt her pushed me over the falls and there was nothing for me to grab.. i fell down head first. Plunging into the pool, i was trying to get my feets onto a ground so that I am able to kick myself to the surface.. however the ground seems so far away and I was choking on the water and my vision blurred. All of sudden, I remembered the braclet given to me. I held on to it tightly and there was a warm force pushing me from below the the surface.

When i re-surfaced,everyone was looking at me in shock. They said I went under water for more than a minute or so, yet they swam around and couldn’t seems to find me. Coughing and shivering, I told them what had happened. About the little girl and how I was being pushed out of water.

One of the kids looked at me and said, the girl you described, she was killed by a falling tree last week. Her family had came to the waterfall for a picnic and all of sudden came a thunder storm. They were running for shelter when she realised she had left her bag on the bridge. She ran back to retrieve her bag but was crushed under the fallen tree. The bridge is right over there. He pointed to a bridge. I looked over and nearly screamed out as I saw her standing there looking at us.

Without another word, I ran for my bicycle and cycled all the way home. Who or what had saved me under the water, I really don’t know. The braclet had gone missing when I re-surfaced.