Grandma’s tale of horror story

My great grandma passed away at the age of 96 years old. That, was about 5 – 6 years ago. By now, if she was still alive, she would be celebrating her 100th ++ birthday. I remember back then when I was still young, I used to be a very mischevious kid always curious to know more about ghosts. But because it was a very “pantang” (taboo) thing to talk about in our culture, she never told me a single story. Instead, she would cast a angry look to scare me into keeping quiet. It never really work because I always ask her again the next time. Its funny thinking back that I’ve always loved to hear ghost stories.

It was not until one day she finally gave up. She told me that old ladies or perhaps old people had the ability to see ghosts. It was something she realized when she reached her 60 something year old. At that time, being young, I was horrified and swore not to reach 60, just in case. She only managed to share with me 2 stories, one which I forgot and didn’t understand due to the language barrier she and I shared (she spoke cantonese and at that time, I could only understand very little of it) and the other, well, this was what she experienced.

It was one of her visits to Genting Highlands with her friends that she stayed in one of the hotels there. It was late, so she decided to take some rest whereas her other roommate decided to continue gambling at the casino. As she was sleeping, she soon was awaken by someone calling out to her. She opened her eye and saw a old grandfather at the foot of her bed holding a cup of tea or at least, she though it was tea because of the chinese teacup. The old grandfather kept calling her “Ah lui, Ah lui, (little girl, little girl) come drink this cup of tea”. As he kept repeating these words, he came closer to her.

By then, the old grandfather was so near that he could have forced the tea into my great grandma’s mouth. Scared, my great grandma pushed the cup away from her and in the process, causing the cup to drop from the old grandfather’s hand. To her horror, she could see the water turning into ashes as it flew into the air. As sudden as it happened, everything disappeared and was gone in a blink of the eye.

Back then, I totally believed into my great grandma’s story, but now, it seemed she was more to scaring me than entertaining me!

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