Spooky Encounter Part 2

Remember my first post on my Spooky Encounter that happened to me when I was 4 years-old? Although that had been ages ago, but I still recalled it very clearly. Plus, my parents remembered them too so sometimes when we gather together (usually with relatives), we'll talk about that incident again and again.

However, the real reason I wrote about that Spooky Encounter was because I tweeted with LJ to talk about my other Spooky Encounter in Singapore - Bedok specifically. 

This happened when I was 9 years old, before my aunt marry a Singaporean who happens to live in Bedok. It was during the Hari Raya festival. My aunt was already engaged to my then-future-uncle and she brought me along to accompany her when she meets his family. My aunt's then-future-husband had a niece who is one year older than me called Nur and because of the close age, we became quite close. She knows pretty much everybody in that block and the other three blocks. For three whole days I followed her around to celebrate Hari Raya at people's house and getting angpows each time. Truth be told, that was the only year I made about S$2,000 just by following her from one house to another. LOL! I was such an amateur then.

So, on the last day, we were closing in on the last few units when I felt so exhausted and asked to rest by the stairs for a while. Hey, it was around 11pm at the time and I was dead tired. I've never visited so many houses for Hari Raya before and not to mention, eat as much as I did for the past few days, so I was heavy, sleepy and exhausted. While I sat, Nur skipped happily around and running up and down the stairs, exploring another floor and left me by myself for a while.

I was sitting there for less than 2 minutes when I heard someone calling my name. Specifically, my family nickname. I thought it was my future-uncle's sister. It sounded exactly like her and thought maybe she was wondering where Nur and I was. So, I called out saying I'm right at the stairs. Not long after, I heard her call my name again and thinking that maybe she didn't hear my reply, I got up and walk towards her voice.

OK, before you point out the obvious, let me inform you that I had never been to those flats before that three days. Not to mention that we had been going up and down the floors from one block to another in that area that I lost my sense of direction. For a kid like me who had never lived in flats before that - the only flat I ever stayed in was a three storey walk up flat in Toa Payoh with my aunt when I was 7 years old - my sense of direction is a little bad. I also did not try to memorize the way since I knew I can rely on Nur entirely. So, I didn't think much when I walked towards the familiar voice.

About a dozen or so steps later, I heard the voice louder next to this end unit that's facing another corner. So, if you would like to imagine, for me to open the door to that unit, I will be hidden from Nur's or any one's view entirely. I remember that Nur's house was located something like this so, without thinking twice, I turned the doorknob and went inside.

The minute I stepped in, I felt a heaviness so huge that I just cannot explain. My exhaustion overwhelmed me and I felt the sudden urge to just lie down on the sofa in the middle of the living hall and sleep. It registered in me that the sofa was not like the sofa in Nur's house and that even though the living hall was brightly lit with florescent light, the kitchen and everywhere else was dark. I can still here the voice calling my name although it sounded at a distance this time because my eyelids was so heavy that I can't even open them. Within moments, I was asleep.

Now I don't know if this was a dream or if it was real. What happened was, as I was lying on the sofa, I felt a tug at my toes. I slowly opened one of my very sleepy eye and I saw a woman - or I thought it was a woman - she had really long uncombed hair, so long and thick that it was covering her face. I felt this crazy feeling, I'm not sure if any of you've experienced it before, like when you're asleep but suddenly you feel the urge of peeing so you get out of bed and walked to the bathroom and you peed but when you did, you were sort of wondering to yourself, are you peeing or is this a dream and you give yourself a mental shake and then you saw clearly that yes, you are squatting in the bathroom and you are peeing. Hmm, have any of you ever felt that before? 

So there I was with my eyes slightly open and I looked at this figure and my mind was at that stage where I wasn't entirely sure if what's going on is real or just a dream and I tried so hard to give myself that mental shake but everything was still so hazy. All the while when I was trying to do that, this woman figure was slowly touching my toes one by one. I was trying to move my limbs but none was working and as I was about to give up and decide that this is probably some bad dream, I heard a familiar voice calling out my family nickname. It was Nur's and the voice was getting louder and louder. Nur's voice had a sense of urgency in it that made something kick into my system. Suddenly my hazy thoughts cleared and I saw the figure for what it really was, hovering in front of me with saliva dripping from between her long hair that's covering her face. Her face was burned, dark as charcoal and her jaw was dislocated. As I looked at her, she was also looking at me, her eyes searching mine and she tried to smile, though with that dislocated jaw it looked crooked and crazy-looking. 

At that exact moment, two things happened at once. Nur's voice sounded like she was calling for me right outside the house and a rush of adrenaline came all over me that made me sprung out of the sofa towards the door and fell out of the house in front of Nur. Nur screamed in surprise whilst I only managed to mumble about something in the house. But as both Nur and I looked into the unit, there was nobody there and it was dark as night. I felt this sudden chill washing all over me and I just got up and quickly told Nur to bring us both home. It turns out, Nur's unit was only one floor above.

I didn't tell my aunt about that incident though, I just had this crazy feeling the whole night as if something was staring at my back but when I turned around, nobody was there. The next morning, I had a high fever. It went on for more than a week even though I've finished the prescribed medication from a clinic. Finally, I told the story to everybody and my then-future-uncle's mother called a witchdoctor to come give me something to drink. Soon later, the fever went away and I didn't get that "staring at my back" feeling anymore. Much later, when I've returned to Malaysia, Nur told me that the tenant of the unit that I went into was a single woman who a few weeks before had killed herself by jumping out from her kitchen window. 

And that was the last Hari Raya I ever followed her to get angpows.

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Spooky Encounter

Was Tweeting with LJ earlier about Singapore and stuffs when I said something about having a spooky encounter many years ago at Bedok. It was not the first time I had a spooky encounter, as a matter of fact. My first spooky encounter was when I was around 4 years-old. I'm not sure if I ever had any before that, but what I experienced when I was 4-years old is something I cannot forget, even now.

It happened when my family and I was staying in Taman Keramat, KL. My father was transferred to MINDEF KL and we had to shift from Lumut, Perak into a rented double-storey terrace house. When my parents went to check on the house, the neighbours were all friendly and welcoming but they didn't say anything or the fact that the other tenants had only lived there for as long as a month tops. My parents, on the other hand, were in need of a house at a good location which also includes a nearby pre-school for myself. Yup, I had been in kindergarten since I was 2-years old. 

Anyways, when all five of us shifted into the house - Dad, Mom, Aunt, Granny and myself - everything was fine at first. We fell into a routine. Early morning Dad would leave for work, Mom would get me ready, Granny will prepare breakfast, Aunt will follow Mom to send me to school, then in the afternoon they pick me up, we stay home until evening when Granny and Mom start to cook and Dad come home from work, we'll watch TV together and by 9pm, I have to go to sleep. The first week was fine, but the second week things started to get weird.

You see, our sleeping arrangements is like this, Dad and Mom sleeps in the Master Bedroom whereas Aunt, Granny and myself sleeps in the room next to the Master Bedroom. Our door is always kept slightly ajar to let the lights from the family lounge come in and also for easier access to check on me.

From the second week of our stay there, every time when it's midnight, my Dad and Mom will be awaken by the sound of scratches at their window as if someone with long nails is trying to scratch their way in to my parents' bedroom. At the same time this is happening, we'll also hear footsteps on the roof like people walking and running on the roof. And the door will creak and move slowly as though there's soft wind blowing at it and make it move.

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This spooked everybody out - except me. I didn't quite understood the volume of the problem. At first, everyone thought there were thieves or robbers around but as the frequency of the problem increase, they start thinking that there might be something else disturbing our peace at night. Later, I started seeing things. I made a new friend. A young boy, pretty much my age who would appear after Maghrib in my room and play with me. Back then, my toys consists of a police squad car, fire engine and legos. So there I'll be in my room playing and talking to my so-called friend until my Granny or Aunt will find me there and ask whom I'm talking to. I'll tell them who it is and they'll start having this weird look that I don't understand.

Soon after, my family's attitude and routine started to change. My father will always make it home before Maghrib. And every time the Maghrib prayers is on the TV, all 5 of us will be huddled together in the living hall. I didn't understand why, especially because during this time I will see at the top of the stairs a man, a woman and my young friend backing me up with their hands, calling me to join them. I always wanted to go, a strong feeling pulling me towards them but my family never allow - especially after I told my family what I saw.

One day, I was playing under the stairs which was a small space made into a store-room that my parents kept some stuffs in. My Granny was busy frying fish in the kitchen while my Aunt was having a shower. I played by myself before I went into the store-room to find something (I can't remember what). Suddenly the door closed from behind and I couldn't open it. I wasn't scared though because in the room was the man, the woman and the little boy. The woman touched my face and the man touched my hand. The little boy smiled. At that exact moment, my Aunt unlatched the door and was shocked to find me in there. Everyone wondered how I got latched in. Due to that incident, my parents decided that there's something very wrong with the house and my safety might be at stake so they started to find other houses and decided to leave by the end of the month. From then on, the intensity and volume of the nightly disturbances increased. Doors started slamming in the middle of the night, banging noises were heard in the kitchen too, crying and sobbing sounds echoed in the house and finally, a day before we were supposed to leave, on that very evening, I saw the three figures at the top of the stairs where they usually were. They waved and backed me towards them, so I walked slowly to the stairs. The rest of the family members was watching TV intently while my Granny was in the kitchen making some tea and no one realized I was slowly walking to the top of the stairs. Suddenly, when I was only shy of two stairs towards the top, my Granny snatched me up and I saw the three figures suddenly cried and turn away - and that's when I saw it, there's a hole at the back of the man's head, the woman blouse was bloodied and the boy had his familiar bruise around the neck.

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Before we left, my Mom asked the neighbours if there were any incidents that ever happened in the house. That's when all the neighbours started to speak up. They told my parents that there had been a murder in the house a few years before. A family of three was murdered by robbers who stabbed the woman and bludgeoned the man to death before they took all their jewelries and left them there until a few days later when people noticed their disappearance and police dropped by the house. Nobody saw their son though. 

The story was sad, of course. But the experience left my family members worrying over me for months. I was fine with the whole thing actually, which made my parents worry more because since then I will sometimes see things and not get scared. OK, weird, I know. It's not like I'm that boy Cole from the movie Sixth Sense. I don't see dead people ALL the time or have them come to me to help them with their unfinished business. Heck, I don't even see Casper or his three ghosts buddies. It's just sometimes I'll see a whisper of a shadow or hear sounds and not freak out or jump out of my skin. I think I'm pretty brave in that department. 

P/S : I'll continue on the encounter in Bedok in my next post.

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