Hantu Pocong in Ipoh
Friday, June 11th, 2010This story is contributed by Ding
I had my first encounter with “them” during my college days. During those days, it had never crossed my mind or even think of such thing. Naively back then, me and my housemates are just as mischievous and as ordinary as any teenagers. Our common activity after studies was to travel to the city centre by bus as our hostel is quite a distance away.
One day, after a long waiting for a bus, one of my friends suggested to take short cut by walking to the city as he had taken the route before. However, that particular day was already late in the evening and the sun is going to set soon. Since no buses turned up, we decided to take a walk through the short cut as what my friend had suggested.
In fact, by using this shortcut, we had to pass through the railway tracks. As you would have imagined, there were no common tar roads for us to walk on but narrow sand pebbled trails. By the time we reached the starting point of the short cut, the day had turned dark. With no road lights to guide us, we had no choice but to depend on the gloomy moon light up in the sky to lead us the way. At some point on the route, we had to fence off the long bushes using our hands.

