Saturday, November 26, 2011


My friend Tommy is a nice and shy guy

 He always wanted to experience a foot massage. So one night, having gathered enough courage, he went alone to a parlour in Puchong.

 The female massager, a young sexy woman from China, asked Tommy if he wanted  to try something extra special. Tommy was confused. The woman suggested a full body massage together with something naughty.  Tommy was so excited and said yeah and followed the woman into a small room with a single bed.

 Tommy was then asked to strip himself, while the woman undressed. After that, she wrapped a towel around her body and told Tommy to wait in the room, while she went to the washroom located by the corridor.

 My friend Tommy, having nothing on, hopped happily onto the bed and waited eagerly for the woman to return. The China woman never returned and by that time, Tommy was getting rather cold.

 All of  a sudden, the door of the room blasted wide open and four or five police officers dashed in. One of them, with his cell phone, took a picture of Tommy,  lying there completely naked on the bed. It was a raid!!

 Poor Tommy had to have all his personal details taken down by the police before he was allowed to put his clothes back on and go home. That night 4 females, all chinese nationals,  were arrested at the parlour for entering the country illegally and engaging in sex services.

Strange but true, strangers in the night.

 The next day, Tommy came round and told me that he would never, in his life,  go for any massage ever again!!

There was another time, i was taking the night train to Singapore.

 There was a man in dark glasses, wearing a short sleeved floral shirt and brown short pants around 30 years old,  sitting directly opposite me.  I couldn't tell if he was gloating at me because of his dark glasses. The seat next to him was empty.

 At about half past midnight, the train made a stop at Seremban station. Many passengers got on board.  A young lady of about  25 years old came and sat on the seat next to the man.

 The train started to move again to continue its journey to Singapore. Listening to the monotonous  rocking of the train and the view of the continuous darkness outside the window, i couldn't help myself staying awake any longer. I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

 Just before that,  i  noticed the man and the woman opposite me, both had fallen asleep, with their heads leaned backwards resting on their headrests.

 I slept all the way until i heard the announcement on the PA  that the train had reached Johor Baru. It was then 6.15 am.  I slowly opened my eyes and as I did so,  I saw directly opposite me, the woman was sleeping with her head on top of the man's lap. And the man had one of his arms around the woman's shoulder. They remained in this position till the train reached Singapore at 7.30am.

 I kept thinking,  how could that be?  The man and the woman were total strangers to each other. When did they become lovers, did i miss out something while i was sleeping?

 Strange as it seemed, strangers in the night falling in love at first sight!!

Thursday, November 10, 2011


Another incident happened,  about a month later. My mum has taken my granny and my little sister to sleep over for the weekend,  at a relative house in Kampar. I remember it was on a Saturday night. Only my dad and i were in the house.

It was sometime in the middle of the night that i got up to go to the toilet to pee. After doing that i, still half awake, walked slowly back to my room. The house was dead quiet this time of the night.

 Just as i was about to step into my room, i could hear a voice coming from my granny's room at the end of the corridor. I remembered that my granny was away with my mum in Kampar. So, no one could possibly be in her room.

Out of curiosity,  i walked towards her room. Reaching there i put my ear on the door and listened. I could clearly hear, coming from within,  the voice of someone singing very softly.

I didn't hesitate and turned the knob of the door to open it.

Though the room was in darkness, there was sufficient lighting coming in from a street light on the street below,  just outside the window.

So slowly and silently that i pushed the door that,  should there be anyone in there,  it would be impossible for that person to know that it had been opened.

I quietly leaned my head forward and looked within.  In the darkness i saw, at the left hand side of the room,   a dark shadowy figure of a girl sitting at my granny's dressing table.

At the sight of that, i was completely overcame by fear and stood there frozen at the door.

 Somehow or rather my instinct told me to run. I did. Immediately,  i turned and ran away as fast as i could to my dad.

I was crying and screaming "There is a ghost! There is a ghost in the house!"

Within seconds, my dad woke up and came out of his room. He asked "What ghost? Where?"

"In granny's bedroom" i answered. I hid myself in a corner while my dad went into the room and switched on the light. Then he called to me "Come in here, come in and see for yourself. There is nothing. There is no one in here and there is no ghost!"

My dad told me to stop imagining things and that what i saw was probably a shadow, cast on the dressing table,  by the tree outside the bedroom window. He then asked me to go over to his room to sleep.

A year later, my parents sold the old house and we moved to Subang Jaya.  Granny and i were so relieved.

One Sunday morning, as i was having breakfast with my dad at a restaurant nearby,  my dad met an old friend from Ipoh. My dad invited him to sit with us at our table. Two of them started to talk about their old times back in the old town.

Dad's friend:
"So, you have finally decided to move from that house. People said it was unlucky to be staying there, you know, because of the unfortunate incident that happened."

"What incident? There was nothing that i know of,  happened in that house."

Dad's friend:
"You didn't know what happened? Well, since now that your family is no longer living there,  i can tell you what actually happened. The previous owner before you, had an eighteen year old daughter. One night, she was found dead in her bedroom upstairs. She hanged herself from the ceiling with an electric wire cord. She left a suicide note on the dressing table for her parents. Said she was very unhappy finding out that her dad had another woman."

Hearing that, i was in a state of shock. That room upstairs had all along been my granny's bedroom.

My dad then turned to me with a look on his face that expressed acknowledgement that what i had been telling him all the while, about the house,  was the truth.

Thursday, November 3, 2011


I sincerely wish to thank everybody that visited my blog and special thanks to those who left their wonderful comments. Very much appreciate all your kind words. I am sorry to say that my story has not ended.  As Halloween is over, the remaining of the story is definitely not as creepy,  i hope............

I had always knew that that old house in Ipoh was haunted. Somehow or rather,  i got tired of convincing my parents about that for they wouldn't listen. I was 15 years old then.

There were 2 incidents that i wish now to relate.

I had a granny staying with us. Her room was upstairs , about 15 steps away from mine. The old town houses were rather long. My room was just beside the bathroom. My granny had a  habit of taking a bath in the afternoon, after lunch.

As usual in the afternoons, only me and my granny were in the house. My parents were at work and my little sister was at school.

On one particularly hot afternoon at about 2.30pm, while my granny was taking a bath upstairs and i was doing my homework at the dining table downstairs, something very strange happened.

I, all of a sudden, heard my granny upstairs, who was just coming out of the bathroom after her bath,  loudly screaming   "Who are you? Hey, who are you? Come out of there, come out of there Now!!".

I quickly rushed up the stairs. On reaching the top i saw my granny standing outside the door of her room, pointing with a shaking finger "There, there, in my room, she went in there, under the bed!". My granny's face went pale as if she saw a ghost.

 "Who, who went under your bed?  There's only you and me here in the house " i said.

 "A girl, a girl with long black hair,  in a yellow dress and black shoes, she went in there under the bed!" my granny replied.

 It seemed that my granny , as she was coming out of the bathroom,  saw a girl with long hair of about 17 or 18 years old,  running hurriedly past her,  heading from my room towards her room, which door was left opened. My granny just saw the back of  the girl disappearing into her room. She saw the girl's legs and her black shoes under the bed.

 I didn't feel afraid as it was in broad daylight. So, I went into the room and looked under the bed, while my granny stood outside as though there was a giant cockroach there.

There was nothing. I told my parents about it when they came home. My mum said that granny was getting old and that she was starting to imagine all kinds of  weird things.

Another incident happened, about a month later.  I remember it was on a Saturday night. My mum had taken my granny and my little sister to sleep over for the weekend, at  a relative house in Kampar. Only my dad and I were in the house.

It was sometime in the middle of the night that i..........To Be Continued.