St Vincent’s Hospital, Melbourne’s Ghost Story

March 3rd, 2011

My friend Alex was working as a trainee doctor a few years back at St Vincent’s Hospital at Melbourne. He has special skills which most people would probably which not to posses. He could see ghosts. As much as he disliked his special ability, he could not control when he can or cannot “see”, which in return would scare the hell out of him when his ability was “turned on”.

On one incident that scared him the most was one night when he was on duty. Alex was on the midnight shift and as any other hospitals, St Vincent’s Hospital was no different. It was pretty quiet and he was at the staff’s dorm trying to get a cup of coffee. Continue reading St Vincent’s Hospital, Melbourne’s Ghost Story »

House of Horror at Seksyen 2 Shah Alam – Part 2

February 23rd, 2011

Continuation of story from House of Horror at Seksyen 2 Shah Alam – Part 1

Upon reaching Restoran Hakim, we immediately started telling each other what we had experienced. Wak told us that it was just about 12am. He was downloading some songs when he heard someone throwing rocks at his window. He decided to investigate and outside he saw a girl with long hair sitting on the tree branch in a torn white dress which had already turned yellowish overtime. The girl was smiling at Wak. Wak immediately reacted by closing the bedroom windows and tried running out of the room. As soon as he reached his bedroom door, he saw another younger girl waiting for him right in front of the doors. Trapped and no where to run, Wak took the decision to jump out of the room through the bedroom windows which resulted to his injured knees. He was lucky to have not only survived the fall but also managed to keep all his most of his bones intact. Continue reading House of Horror at Seksyen 2 Shah Alam – Part 2 »

My Childhood Story about Gombak

February 16th, 2011

This story is contributed by an Anonymous reader

I used to live in Gombak back about 20 years ago when Gombak was under developed and was still the backwaters of Kuala Lumpur. The houses in this particular area were all bungalows. Well, the land was so cheap that you could get a huge piece of land plus a house for only just RM180,000. It was so cheap that my father owned 2 pieces of land then. One for the family home and another for our chicken, goat and vegetable farm. He could have bought a third one, which was situated right in the middle of the 2 pieces of land that he owned, but he was too late and some one else had bought it. Now, this is a story of that middle piece of land.

I don’t know whether they were rumors or not as I was too young to remember but there were numerous stories about this piece of land that the villagers often spoke of. The scariest one was about when the owner who bought the land wanted to build his home on it. Continue reading My Childhood Story about Gombak »