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Howdy ho, It’s Lasker here from ShoutOutLounge.com and I have a true story to tell. This happened to me specifically, so I can assure you that it is not made up and no added exaggeration too.

This happened in my office on April 2009. As a multiple-stories building, each floor has its own toilets. This also means everyone on the same floor shared the toilet. Even so, it is quite uncommon to meet someone else using the toilet at the same time as you.

It was mid afternoon when my bladder decided to announce that its time ‘to go’. As it’s lunch time and most of the people are out of the building eating, I told Elise to wait for me before we also go for lunch. I stood up, locked my computer and proceeded to the toilet. The toilet has a main wooden door which has this spring that automatically closes the door back after it’s been open. Only that this particular door’s spring is faulty. So the main door is left open at all time.

Inside the toilet, there are 2 cubicles and 2 urinals. I went into the cubicle and start doing my thing. As any guys would know, whenever you stand and wee wee, the noise can be quite loud and sort of masks out the voice around you. That’s when it happened.

I heard someone walked softly into the toilet through the main door, opened the cubicle beside me, step inside, softly swinging the cubicle door to close. I was sure of this because I saw the his shadow near my feet (the cubicle does not go all the way to the floor, so shadow from someone from the next cubicle can be seen). I also heard him took a deep breath. By then, I was done, and zipping up my pants. I waiting for the sound of wee wee to come from by side cubicle but none came. I waited, and none came anyway.

So I thought, oh well, he must be going take a dump instead. So I decided to leave, fast. Walking out, right in front of me is the sink with mirror on the wall. Washing hands, I glanced up, look into it, see both the cubicles behind me. The one I were from was open, the other was partially closed. Wait a minute, partially closed? For someone taking a dump?

The tap water shuts itself off (its one of those where you push to get water and it springs back to place, turning the water off automatically). Still no sound came, silent. I turned around, the door still partially open. I glanced down, no shadows. Oh crap, what is this. I took a deep breath, pushed the door open, anticipating to see a guy standing or sitting down. The toilet was empty.

I never went back to that toilet again.

I had never really care about ghost stories before. I treated them as some good laugh when I heard some from any my friends. Never took it serious at all. Somehow, I always think those who experienced them were either thinking too much or were dreaming.

It happened in 2000, when I was in boarding school. That was my third year. I can say that this was the year where I came to see a lot of things are unexplainable.

Considering myself as really brave, I will stay up late at night after the light off announcement being made. It was a great time to study without any disturbance from the friends. And everything would be real quiet. We were allowed to stay up late to study in preparation rooms. Lucky for me, my dormitory room was on the same floor with one of the preparation rooms. Just that, the room was on the one end of the floor while my dormitory room was on another end just beside the washroom. That’s quite a journey, huh?

As routine, after light off, I made myself a cup of black coffee, so that I can stay up longer that night to finish up my project. It was me all alone, until that night.

Emily: Uiks, you also stay up eh?

Don: Ya, need to finish up some work.

Don is a Kadazan girl from Sabah who was in the same class with me.

We stayed the whole night concentrating on our own work. And then somehow, I fell asleep on the chair. When I woke up around 3 a.m. Don was not there anymore. I guessed she must had done and went back to sleep. So, I packed up my things and went back to my dormitory room to sleep.

The next day in the class, I asked Don.

Emily: Don, tonight you’re going to stay up again?

Don: No? My dorm so far from Form 3 prep-room. Lazy la.

Emily: I mean the prefect’s prep-room. The one we were using last night. It’s nearer.

Don: Huh? Last night? I was sleeping all night long in my dorm.

Emily: So fast forget. =.=

I was thinking Don was joking with me until I asked her roomie, she confirmed that Don was sleeping after came back from night class the night before. And for next few weeks, I banned myself from staying up in that room again.

Hello, this is my first time contributing to AbsoluteSpook.com. I applied to be a part of the team as I did went through some special moments during my five years staying in hostel. Hope you’ll enjoy all my stories. Please give me some constructive comments on how to improve my writing – Emily Yee.

生为槟城人，多数都会懂槟城最古老，历史最悠久的观音亭吧？

这所观音亭少说也有百年以上的历史，是槟城最古老，也是最灵的一座神庙。

关于这座观音亭的神话故事，奇闻异事更是多不胜数，不止本地人，就连外地游客也都略懂一二。

观音显灵的故事有很多，可是石狮显灵的故事呢？你听过吗？

这座历史最悠久的观音亭有一件奇事，那就是大门前的两座石狮是不和的，每到夜晚就会发生口角。

如果有去过该庙的人都会懂，大门前有摆放了两座石狮子，然后进到去才会见到观音神像。

庙的四周围都会有乞丐围绕着，这些乞丐都只是想挣点饭菜钱，而无家可归的他们，更是睡在庙的石阶上。

他们万万也没想到睡在那儿会让他们发现这么重大的事… …

就在有一天的晚上，当他们都还在朦胧的睡梦中时，一些吵杂声惊醒了他们。

在他们眼前帘出的是一幕两只石狮子像是活的，而祂们并不是在供奉祂们的石阶上坐着，而是下到来地上活动。

石狮子显灵了！他们都心想着，然后都很惊讶。

可是这两头石狮子并不像是在游玩，而是像在吵架般，狮吼声特别响亮。

乞丐们都不敢靠近一步，而是立刻装睡，当作没什么事发生般。

过了一阵子，狮吼声静了下来，乞丐们都觉得奇怪，然后就起身观察。

两头石狮子依然是在石阶上，完好无缺，根本就没有什么移动过的痕迹。

隔天，乞丐们都向观音亭里的庙祝告知此事，以便让他审查发生什么事。

过后，庙祝请了一位道士来了解情况，道士也告知庙祝说他必须作一些法事来解决此事，否则会对观音庙的香火有影响。

道士准备了需要到的法器，然后就开始了法事。

只知道法事的最后，道士在各石狮的嘴巴了塞了一些金纸，然后法事就宣告完成了。

当天晚上，再也没有什么狮吼声，再也没有乞丐看见石狮子显灵了… …

如果你是那些乞丐，当你遇见这样的事情时你会怎样呢？

Here’s a short one…

This happened to my brother about 1 week ago. He was helping his friend move to a new house. They were moving things from the bedroom out to the living room, waiting to be transported to the new house. After they were done moving, they went to the kitchen to have a drink. His friends parents and siblings were all there.

This is where it happened. My brother was sitting next to his friend when he suddenly felt something tugging on his necklace. Instantly, he fling his hand behind to see who catch whoever it was. He turned around, but no one was there. He asked his friend if he was tugging his necklace just now but his friend said no and gave him a weird look. Then they both instinctively looked towards the ceiling and there’s nothing there.

My brother said he kinda freaked out. So who or what do you think had been tugging on his necklace?

Here is another Genting spooky story. Aside from me hearing all the Genting Highlands story and spooky tales coming from there, here’s where I myself experienced something out of the ordinary. Sometimes thinking back, it makes me wonder why the heck I was involved with it.

I stayed in Genting Ria apartments a year back for a night with a bunch of friends. We checked in the apartment in the afternoon without realizing anything. Since we reached there, we just dump our bags on the bed and off we go to the theme park. So far, nothing out of the ordinary. That’s when we all realize that we forgot to air the room. Especially since how long has the window have been closed. Darn….

Going back to the apartment as night fall and all of us dead tired, we went to our respective bedrooms to have our deserved rest. Then to my horror while I got comfortable on the bed, I saw something jutting out from the corner of the bed. It was wooden statue. What is worse, the statue is actually a wooden statue of two people, only with their heads broken off. I was scared serious shit. Why the heck is a statue like that in the room I am going to be sleeping? In the end, all of us bunk into another room.

Another showcase of Genting apartments and their so called haunted stories. Well, this happened to my brother and it was related to me first handedly. Well, it was church camp and so the church booked a number of places in Genting View. Though the funny thing is that there is a certain floor which seems to be no one at all. Now this is how it happened.

My bro and his friends, during the night decided to do some night walking and since they heard all about those Genting Highland stories, they are now exploring the surroundings. One such place is the top floor or so called second highest floor of the building. Took the lift/elevator up and the lift stop at the desired floor. Funny though the light on the porch were not lighted and the walls are a bit greenish on some of the doorways when a few of them stepped out. What’s worse when they all stepped out the lift closed behind them. To their horror the stairway that is just a few steps away was locked with metal chains all over.

Green moss and wet floor is eerie and just when they thought of breaking thru the gate, the lift door opened once again just by itself. They froze. Then quickly all ran to the lift and then decided enough was enough. Don’t know whether they saw an image coming out from the lift though. Some say they froze and felt cold.

Until now, that story still remains in my mind, but I don’t know why I didn’t get the chance to experience it myself even when I went walking at Genting Ria apartments instead.

This happened about many years ago in my old house, but I can still remember clearly how it happened as if it were just last night.

I was sleeping in our room (with my dad+mum+sis). As most people who wake up in the middle of night, the one thing they do is to pee. I woke up, but ain’t sure at what time it was, and wanted to get off the bed. As I was sleeping near the side of the bed, I shifted my body towards the side of the bed, my body still lying vertically on the bed ( I hope u guys can imagine my body position), I needed to look on the floor to determine where to put my feet on the ground since the room is dimly lit. Facing the floor, with my body still lying on the bed, I saw a white face, woman in 20s, eyes closed, lying down there. It’s like her lower body in under my bed, and only her head came out. Her face is like 30cm away from my face, I was on top and she was below.

I thought I was seeing things and thought it was my mum. She sometimes sleep on the floor beside the bed when my parents quarrel.

I turned back, thinking it was my mum. Then I think again, last night there wasn’t any quarrel, why does she sleeps there? So I don’t care and turn my body back to see the floor, OMG NO ONE IS THERE ANYMORE!!

I dint pee, I just slept till next morning.

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Something a little about my own experience now. I am sure many of you faced more of these spookiness while you were all young. It all began when I was a little kid barely 5 or 6 years old. Those days my uncle forced me to watch scary movies and horror movies. Well, I was frigtened at first. Yes, so frightened that time.

When I went to sleep, before I even walked to my bed, I would check what’s under the bed to ensure that nothing’s under it while the light was on. But alas, when the light was off, the eerieness came back to me. I felt like there’s something moving below the bed. I don’t know how to describe it, but the room was cold. Don’t know whether it was the fan or just that the surrounding was cold. Then I heard a knock from under the bed. I was living on top a house that has wood and plank above the floor, I just pushed it off as a rat but the sound kept going on and on.

I begin to cry silently and took my blanket and cover my whole body. I didn’t dare to look or peek at anything. Then after that I slept until the next morning. Somehow it has been instil upon me now, cause now I found out that when I sleep, I can use a blanket to cover the whole me. Habitual or coincidental. I don’t know. Maybe is time you look what’s under your bed!!

My first post on this blog (not long ago) is about my own encounter during national service. In this post, I’ll share a story, not my own encounter but from my National Service dorm mate. Before I start let me explain a little on the surroundings of the camp. It is surrounded in the middle of a jungle. On the left, there’s the thick jungle. On the right there’s palm oil plantation. In front there’s a hill. Our female dorm is located in front of the male dorm but it was blocked by concrete wall. So the male dorm is exactly in front of the hill…

She is a devoted Muslim. Everyday she’ll get out of bed around 4.30am to bath then perform her ’subuh’ prayer. That’s her routine for the 1st 2 months during National Service. However, things change after she saw something that is unexplainable…

As usual, she gets up at 4.30am. After she gathered all her things, she began walking to the bathroom (which is located behind our dorm). Once she stepped out from the dorm, she saw something float pass at her right eye corner. She turned to look at it. As it was moving quite fast, she thought it was kids toys like remote control helicopter or something.

After a while, she realised that there’s no kid in the camp area. So what could it be? As soon as she finish that thought, the ‘thing’ that she saw floating pass just now, returned the way it came. She take a second look at it and realised that ‘thing’ it was what the Malays call Langsuir. She moved back into the dorm without second thought.

Thank God the langsuir didn’t do anything to her. But ever since that day, she no longer go to the bathroom at 4.30am alone…

Note: Langsuir is believed to be a person who practices black magic. They can separate their head from body and are after newborn babies… In the older days, it is said that langsuir will linger outside houses where mothers are giving birth and will snatch babies as soon as they are born… and if they don’t get back to their body by sunrise, they’ll die. Another way to put an end to them is to turn their body face down so their head cannot fit onto their body, then they’ll eventually die…

My ‘kampung’ is in Kedah. Next to my grandpa’s house, there a small ‘jungle’. It has been left since long time ago. Rumour has it that there’s someone or rather ’something’ in staying in there.

I have a cousin brother staying near by my grandpa. He is one who loves to run around. One day he decided to explore the ‘jungle’. Out of so many hours of the day he picked 5 something in the evening. Older people believe that once the sun starts to set, those ‘things’ start to roam the Earth.

So into the ‘jungle’ he went. I don’t know where he find the guts to go into that place alone. He checked the place out for about 30 minutes and decided to leave the place since there’s nothing much to see. When he turned around to leave, he thought he saw something moving at the corner of his eyes. Not giving it much thought, he started walking out from the jungle but again, he saw black shadow moving. He looked around to see who or what that was but couldn’t see a single soul. He then get a shock of his life when he saw a pair of red eyes staring right at him. That ‘thing’ was at least 10ft tall with fiery red eyes and it was staring right at him. He then ran like he never run in his life, without looking back until he reach his house.

About 2 months before this incident, the people of that place did try to clear the little ‘jungle’ with a bulldozer. But everytime the bulldozer gets near to that place, the engine just seemed to die. One of the bulldozers blade even broke.

The ‘thing’ that my cousin saw, according to the Malays it is known as penunggu….