Actually its “our” story cos’ me and my cousin experienced it together when our family were on our way to kulua lumpur from melacca with a tour. But it only consist of our family cos’ our family has a large number of members. But although we know Malaysia like the back of our hands, we hired a tour guide as it came along with the tour package.

Ok back to the story, so when we were travelling along the dark, dark roads of long stretches of rubber plantation, the tour guide named Steven and the driver named Kumar wanted to take a leak as they had been working hard the whole trip and did not have time to piss. So they told us to wait while they left the bus and walked into the dark plantation for more privacy together.(Don’t know what they did there together.)

So we waited and waited for about 40 mins but they did not return. Thinking maybe they went to shit, we carried on waiting. Just as my uncle and father were about to leave the bus to look for them, we heard loud bangs on the top of the bus. And caused my uncle and father to stop dead in their tracks and did leave the bus for if they had…….

The bangs sounded alot like the bounce of two heavy basketballs being dribbled together simultaneously. The bouncing continued for, what seems like forever, about 3mins when bus containing about 10 muslims stopped beside our bus. The funny thing was that all the muslims had their heads tucked under their chairs. All except 1 stern looking old man who we thought was the religious leader of the group who came in the bus and told us to get into their bus. At that time, the bouncing became louder. So that gave us more the reason why we should follow his instructions.

After we all got into the bus, and travlled about 20m, the people at the back started screaming as what they saw would remain in their memories forever. When reaching a rest station, the old man told us why we had to follow him. His answer left us all cold…..THERE WAS A PONTIANAK BOUNCING TWO MALE HEADS WITH THEIR ENTRAILS ON TOP OF THE BUS WE WERE ON!!!!!!!!!!!!

The rest of the journy was silent until we reached the Kuala Lumpur Airport and we thanked the old man for saving our lives. But we were really grateful to our god for protecting us from evil. The old man said that our god must be very powerful as the pontianak did not dare enter the bus but was trying to lure us out with the bangs.

After that trip, we have not gone to Malaysia for two years but we will return sooner or later………so beware of the loud bangs…..