Spooky Corner

This story is contributed by Asrar

Something happened about 7 years ago when we went to Pulau Pangkor during the Hungry Ghost Festival! Very brave of us indeed.

It all started the morning we arrived at Pulau Pangkor. Upon reaching our Hotel, 5 of us decided to head to town to rent some motorcycle. The hotel provided us transportation to get to the town. Once in town, we immediately got to a shop that rented their motorcycles. We rented 5 of them and headed back to the hotel. On the way, everyone got lost individually in broad daylight! When we finally reached the hotel, we all asked each other how come we can get lost. Friend A said he was following B. B was following C and so on. I was the last one in the line and I am very sure I was following D when at a bend he suddenly disappeared and I was cursing him why he had to speed! Everyone had the same story at the same bend!

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This story is contributed by Loh

After reading those spooky stories, I  would like to relate a spooky incident told by a tour bus driver. I am working as a tourist guide in Malaysia and traveling is normal for me. Very often when we have an ’empty run” which means when there aren’t tourists in the bus, I would sit next to the driver and we would be talk about everything. Sometimes we would talk about late payments from some travel agents, certain guides, hotels and everything in the travel industry. However, one day we happened to talk about a well known hotel in Cameron Highlands which I do not want to disclose the name which was has a reputation of being haunted.

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This story is contributed by Shabana Gany

Speaking of ghost stories, I’ve encountered one when I was 12 years old. In my family, we never actually believe nor ‘see’ things as we believe that those ‘things’ are not meant to been seen. Since I was just a child, I’ve always been a ‘weak’ one in the family, as what my father told me. I remembered that I saw something that I shouldn’t be seeing. On one fine morning at about 5.50am, I was with my mom waiting for the school bus outside the front porch.

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