Tuesday, February 21

Gangguan Di Dusun Durian

     Ada sebuah dusun durian yang dikongsikan oleh beberapa buah rumah panjang, yang dipanggil ‘dusun kongsi’ (merupakan dusun yang dahulunya ditanam oleh datuk nenek moyang dan tidak diketahui pemilik sahih, oleh itu ianya diisytiharkan perkongsian beberapa keluarga yang berasal dari keturunan yang sama). Dusun itu terletak betul-betul di kaki Bukit Begunan. Sejarah Bukit Begunan memang cukup dikenali oleh penduduk Sri Aman khasnya, kerana setiap tahun, akan ada terjadinya kemalangan yang meragut nyawa manusia. Dikatakan kawasan itu menuntut darah manusia setiap tahun. 

      Kebetulan pada masa cerita ini berlaku, waktu itu tengah musim durian. Jadi, saya dan beberapa penduduk kampung yang lain, lebih kurang enam orang kesemuanya, bersiap-sedia untuk bermalam di dusun tersebut untuk memungut buah durian yang sudah masak untuk dijual. Di sini, kalau musim durian, memang laku. Kadang-kadang dapat keuntungan hingga ratusan ringgit sehari. Kami berenam, empat daripada kami agak muda, ditemani oleh dua orang lelaki yang agak berusia, setelah sampai di dusun tersebut, mula membersihkan ‘langkau’ (pondok) yang memang telah lama berada di situ. Kami mula membersihkan ‘langkau’ tersebut yang akan dijadikan tempat kami bermalam. Masing-masing mula menjalankan tugas sendiri. Ada yang mencari kayu api, ada yang menyediakan tempat memasak, ada juga yang sudah mula mencari buah durian yang sudah jatuh. 

     Keseraman bermula apabila malam menjelma. Bayangkan kawasan hutan, yang jauh dari segala hiruk-pikuk, tiada bunyi kereta, tiada lampu jalan, hanya ditemani unggas dan juga cengkerik dan segala jenis bunyi di malam hari. Kami berterusan bercerita antara satu sama lain. Seorang lelaki yang agak berumur, saya panggil dia Pak Jubang (bukan nama sebenar), tidak menyertai perbualan kami. Dia hanya berbaring di satu sudut, berbantalkan lengan. Sikap azali beliau memang begitu, tidak berapa campur dengan budak-budak muda, mungkin kerana usianya yang agak tua sedikit. Sedang kami berlima tengah rancak berbual, tiba-tiba kami terdengar bunyi semak seperti digoncang, seolah-olah seperti ada sesuatu yang sedang bergerak. Kami terdiam, ingin mengetahui apakah benda tersebut. Kemudian terdengar lagi bunyi seperti orang sedang berjalan, seperti menyeret kaki di sekitar ‘langkau’ kami. Bunyinya begitu nyata sekali kerana di kawasan‘langkau’ tersebut dipenuhi dengan daun-daun yang kering. 

Skreeeeeepppp skkreeeeeettttt skkreeeeeeeppp”, agak-agak begitulah bunyinya. 

      ‘Langkau’ kami, diperbuat daripada kayu, berdindingkan dan beratapkan daun nipah, hanya berlantaikan kayu. Lampu kami pada malam itu hanya lampu minyak tanah. Kedengaran lagi bunyi kaki diseret dan kali ini ditambah pula seperti seolah-olah ada benda meletakkan tangannya di dinding ‘langkau’ kami dan menyeret dari hujung ke hujung. Tiada siapa yang berani keluar pada masa itu. Kami hanya berpandangan antara satu sama lain. Tiba-tiba, 

“Taaaammmmmmmmm!!!!!!” 

     Lantai kayu kami dipukul dari bawah. Kami semua terkejut! Masalahnya, ‘langkau’ tersebut dibuat bertiang, tetapi ruang di antara lantai papan kami dengan tanah tidak sampai pun satu meter, macamana boleh ada sesuatu masuk ke bawah dan memukulnya sekuat hati hingga hampir tercabut papan tersebut? Kami mula panik. Langsung saling berpandangan (nasib tidak berpelukan). Tiang ‘langkau’ kami kemudiannya seperti digoncang dari luar. Kami semakin ketakutan. Orang tua yang sedang berbaring tadi, setelah mendengar bunyi lantai dipukul, turut terbangun. Pada masa itu beliau bersuara sambil menggosokkan mata, 

“Nama utai nya? (Apa benda tu)” kata beliau. 

     Kemudian beliau memerhatikan kami, dan saat itu juga beliau seolah-olah tahu apakah yang sedang terjadi. Kemudian beliau bingkas bangun dan mencapai parangnya seraya berkata, 

“Heeiiisshhh… Ngacau mai utai tok (kacau betul lah benda ni)”. 

    Beliau kemudian terus keluar dari ‘langkau’, kedengaran seperti beliau sedang membaca sesuatu dan terus meletakkan parang beliau ke atas tanah betul-betul di depan pintu. Kemudian, dengan selambanya beliau naik semula ke atas, dan menghidupkan api rokoknya. Serentak dengan perbuatannya sebentar tadi, gangguan tersebut terus hilang. Berhenti seolah-olah api yang disiram air. 

     Kami mulai tenang, dan kami berlima mula bertanya dengan beliau, apakah benda yang mengganggu kami. Beliau menjawab, itu adalah ‘hantu koklir’, atau ‘kulir’, yang memang suka mengganggu manusia. Mungkin hantu ‘kulir’ ini adalah Pontianak dalam versi Iban.








Monday, February 20

Pigi Maraka Kapara Potong!!!

Siapa kenal IPG Perempuan Melayu Melaka?? Dulu kan Maktab Perguruan Perempuan Melayu Melaka Durian Daun.



Kalau tak silap, masa perang dunia ke -2, maktab ni ditutup. Mungkin la jepun guna time tu. Bayangkan maktab ni ditubuhkan tahun 1935 yang asalnya bangunan Hospital Melaka...Hospital beb, mungkin la angker sikit kan... Dah lebih 70 tahun la usia bangunan yg pernah jadi hospital tu.

Kawan aku belajar situ dulu. Ramai gak kawan2 dia kena... Kawan aku pon hampir kena, tapi maybe tubuh dia kuat..so x histeria la..tapi benda tu duk bertenggek kat kaki...so kaki jd berat n lenguh2...balik kg.(kelate) berubat ...alhamdulillah... dah kne sepak dah benda yg bertenggek tu....

Kata ustaz tu, tapak situ la yang tempat jepun kasi kapala potong..body2 mangsa yang kena penggal kepala tu tanam kat situ..jepun buat liang besar untuk tanam...

lepas je dgr ustaz tu bg tau mcm tu..aku teringat cerita Sargent Hassan... Ada dialog askar jepun yg gemuk tu (lakonan Omar Rojik)... dia kata  "ini orang kampung..mau pigi maraka kapara potong!!"-  (orang2 kg ni akan dibawa ke melaka, pancung kepala)

Saturday, February 18

Tu Bukan WARDEN!!!!!!

Benda ni terjadi masa tahun 97.. masa tu aku form 5 kat satu skolah asrama penuh kat Kota Bharu, Kelantan.. kalau orang sana mesti tau la kot.. peristiwa ni terjadi pada junior aku.. masa tu diorang form 2..

Malam tu seperti biasa setiap student form 2- form 3 diwajibkan untuk memasang kelambu.. diorang ni semua dok katil double decker.. so kalau malam dalam kul 10 lepas prep tu.. semua kelambu dah tergantung la.. 

Nak dijadikan cerita.. pada satu malam ni.. aku masih la belum tido.. tengah lepak2 ngan kawan2 and masih buat keje2 gila.. biasa la kan.. student dok asrama.. semua lelaki pulak tu.. so banyak la project kitorang.. tengah seronok2 berbual, melepak2, isap2 rokok ni, tiba2 kami terdengar bunyi bising kat dorm sebelah.. masa tu form 5 dok dorm hujung.. dipisahkan dengan toilet and bilik mandi baru la sampai dorm junior ni..

Kitrang yang senior ni ingat ada junior tak tido lagi, memang nak kene la.. huhuhuh (garang).. atau ada apa2 masalah la.. terus la kitorang cargas nak pg tengok.. apa dah jadi.. masa tu kan samseng.. hahahaa.. so bila kitorang sampai kat dorm diorang.. lampu dah terpasang.. seluruh dorm.. terang benderang.. and diorang dok berkumpul atas lantai dengan tilam yang diturunkan.. duduk keliling seorang budak form 2 yang tengah terbaring pucat.. and diorang semua duduk keliling tapi mengadap keluar.. ada yang pegang yassin.. ada yang baca yassin.. ada yang dok peluk lutut.. macam2 la.. tapi semua muka pucat lesi.. mula2 nak marah terus tak jadi..

Bila kitaorang tanya.. ape masalah?.. ape jadi?.. so ketua dorm tu cerita la.. masa tu dalam kul 3 pagi dah.. semua junior memang dah tido la di katil masing2.. dalam kelambu.. lampu dorm memang dah switch off.. cuma limpahan lampu koridor je yang menerangi sesetengah tempat.. tiba2 budak yang terbaring tengah2 tu terbangun sebab dia dengar pintu dorm terbukak.. dia pun pandang la arah pintu sebab katil dia berdepan dengan pintu.. masa tu dia nampak sesusuk tubuh seperti perempuan dekat pintu tu.. tak nampak sebab cahaya tak begitu terang lagipun dia pakai kelambu jenis kain yang tebal tu.. bukan jaring2 plastik tu.. 

Pastu dia buat tak tau la sebab dia fikir mungkin warden nak check.. sebab memang selalu warden akan check.. tapi dia tak terpikir la time tu, mana ada warden perempuan akan check malam2 buta.. sorang2 pulak tu.. ni kan sekolah lelaki.. mungkin sebab mamai jadi dia tak terpikir la sampai situ.. 

Dalam masa dia mamai2 tu.. dia nampak sesusuk lembaga tu jalan ke arah katil dia.. masa tu dia dah rasa lain macam tapi takde la sampai nak menjerit ke.. dia cuma dok relax.. pastu lembaga tu macam berdiri sebelah katil dia.. dia dok katil bawah.. lembaga tu macam cakap2 dengan member dia yang kat katil atas (slow2 je) .. so dia fikir ok la.. maybe warden sebab atas dia tu katil ketua dorm.. maybe warden nak bagi arahan ape2.. lepas 2-3 minit macamtu.. lembaga tu membongkok dan terus bukak pintu kelambu dia and masukkan kepala.. 

Muka dia buruk seburuknya.. and dia tanya "dik, kenapa orang atas taknak bangun" dia punya terkejut.. sampai tak boleh keluar suara.. dia terus berpusing sampai jatuh dari katil and kelambu dia terus koyak rabak.. dia kejut orang katil sebelah dengan muka pucat lesi.. lepas tu bila tengok balik perempuan tu dah takda.. so bila dah bising2 tu.. semua orang dikejutkan.. time tu la kitorang dengar bunyi bising2 sebab diorang sibuk tarik tilam turun atas lantai.. sebab tak ada siapa yang berani tido kat katil masing2 malam tu.. besoknya kami lak kene berjaga depan dorm diorang.. lesen besar beb.. warden bagi stay up.. sebab kisah tu dah kcoh satu skolah.. so warden suruh jaga junior.. budak yang kene sakat tu demam seminggu, balik kampung..



Mana Roommate Kau ???!!!

    Tak tahu pulak sama ada ianya benar atau tidak. Kisah ini diceritakan oleh seorang Guru Pelatih. Cerita ni berlaku di Kolej Lelaki. Ada sorang budak tinggal dengan roomatenya. Kehidupan mereka seperti biasa tanpa ada sebarang syak wasangka dan juga benda pelik berlaku. 

     Sehinggalah pada suatu hari apabila budak tersebut balik ke bilik. Semasa dia hendak tidur, dia minta roomatenya menutup suis lampu. Dengan selamba roomatenya menghulurkan tangannya yang memanjang macam Nang Nak dan terus menekan suis lampu. Bila melihatkan perkara ini, budak tu terus lari keluar dari bilik.

    Bila diceritakan kepada orang lain, mereka bergegas ke biliknya dan didapati dia hanya tinggal seorang tanpa roomate kerana katil dan almari sebelahnya kosong. Keesokannya bila dibuat pertanyaan di pejabat kolej kediaman, mereka dapati tiada nama yang disebutkannya tinggal dalam bilik tersebut malah nama tersebut tidak pernah wujud. 

    Rupanya sudah satu semester dia tinggal dengan hantu (jin). Lepas tu warden berpesan kalau boleh nanti bila balik ke bilik cuba check roomate betul-betul sama ada orang betul atau hantu. Setelah dicheck didapati peristiwa ini tak berulang lagi kerana kebanyakan roomate adalah benar-benar manusia.



Poor Jon

   I had a good friend die when I was 8. We’ll call him Jon. He died pretty tragically too. He was hit by a car literally right in front of my house when he was chasing down a ball that bounced into the road. 

     Fast forward 7 years. I’m babysitting my little sister and she is playing outside. I’m on the porch swing reading and she’s shooting hoops on a little tikes hoop. The ball bounces out into the road and I look up to see her yell, “Don’t go after that ball Jon!!” Freaked the shit out of me. She never even knew about Jon. I asked her who “Jon” was and she said that he would play with her sometimes outside.


Friday, February 17

Room L-008-A

  It was totally normal, but nothing particular has happened, until 2 weeks ago. I can start by telling you all that I moved from the first floor to the ground floor of the dormitory and I am currently in Room 007. The campus is 23-years-old, and is located practically in the middle of nowhere, along with some other houses by the beach.

    Anyway, the first thing that happened recently was that my friend  were playing online game. While he was playing games, suddenly he heard a hush sound coming from the window. He was wearing headphones by that time but he can hear the sound clearly. Outside of his window stood an old tree illuminated by the street lamp but nothing suspicious about that. The only thing that bothers him is that the empty room next to his room. It has been vacant since we attended this college. Nobody knows why the room is vacant and nobody dare to speak of it. Ok, back to the story. He told me what he heard, and we didn't feel frightened nor threatened by the entity, so we assumed it was a good spirit. We talked a bit about it and then he kept playing the games.

    The next day, one of my friend was sick and his roommate didn't want to bother him. So he decided to stay in that empty room. He climbed the window because the door was locked all the time. He stayed there for the day and even inviting some of his friends over. That was the only day Room 008 was alive and got some occupants. They stayed there for the day and that was it. The next day, the room was empty once again.

    A couple of nights later, I had gone to bed early (about 11 p.m) and I fell asleep almost immediately. A couple of hours later, I woke up by a pressure over my shoulders. At first I didn't really notice, but when the pressure didn't stop I opened my eyes, assuming it was one of the cats standing on me. But what met my eyes scared me to death. I was staring into a pair of bright white eyes, with small round pupils. I didn't see any details in the face, only the eyes. The rest was black, sort of shadowy. It had spiky hair, and some sort of robe or big sweater on. The pressure on my shoulder was the ghost, or whatever it was, holding me down. It looked like it was hovering over me, cause I thought I saw the legs straight out, almost touching my desk I have next to my bed. I started panting in panic and waving my arms, trying to make it let me go. It then turned it's entire body, rolling over to it's back on top of my legs. It kept it's head turned against me, and then it was gone. I flew up, sitting with my back to the headboard of the bed, breathing heavily and my heart was racing. My roommate didn't wake up until then, and asked me what was wrong. At first I couldn't speak, but then I managed to tell him. He didn't say much about it, he just fell back asleep . I didn't fall asleep again until a while later, when my heart had calmed down. Later that day, I've asked for an opinion on what was happening and all she said was this, " You're having Sleep Paralysis. Don't worry, it'll be fine." BUT I'M NOT FINE!!! I'M FUCKED!!!

  I'm pretty scared the thing will come back again. Do any of you out there know what this thing might be? Maybe the spirit want to make friend with the room next to it but now it is angry because someone trespassed and enter the room?


Tuesday, February 14

In The Shadow

     My house was built in 1990. It is a single family home, wood frame setting on a concrete block foundation. I have been living here for about 12 years. Of all the weird things that my siblings and me have seen or heard in this house this one event is my favorite. This happened to my brother. About ten years ago my brother and his best friends had started a garage band playing mostly “Rock Kapak,” rock music but in Malay. His friends could only get together on Sunday afternoons. They would practice into the early evening, and they would usually call it quits by 6 pm. This was the time I usually showed up and went to bed, cause I worked the mosque shift.
     This happened in late monsoon, so the days were getting shorter, they had just finished a long session when the decision to head to someone else house came about. My brother handed his car keys to his buddy so they could load up the equipment. Everyone had filed out of the basement, but the tricky part was that they needed to walk all the way to the back of the basement, up the back stairs, through the kitchen doorway, down the hall into the living room and out into the front porch. Everyone was outside sitting in my brother’s truck waiting for him. My brother was walking up the back stairs when he remembered that he had left his pancakes in a to go container sitting on a speaker in the basement. He made the decision to go back. Now the basement is not clean, with full sight lines, there had been partitions made, and the boiler and main heating unit are right smack in the middle. So after my brother walks back, he is about to retrieve his food container, when out of the corner of his eye he sees it.
     It is a shadowy figure, right at his peripheral vision, this feeling of dread and uneasiness washed over my brother. We had been taught that if you are in the presence of a spirit or ghost and you felt a bad vibe, to say quick prayer or to cuss at it. My brother chose the latter, he basically just told it “hey fuck you, I don’t have time for this shit”.
     My brother started to walk to the back of the basement and briskly up the stairs, closing doors and turning off lights as he was walking out. The last light switch is on the opposite side of the front door...luckily the door was open and the light from the street lamp was flooding the living room with its amber light. My brother said he felt something at his back, but at no point did he turn around. As he flicked the last switch the living room went dark, as did rest of the house. As he stepped out he pulled on the door closing it behind him, still holding his food container in one hand he jogged down the few porch steps. He walked towards the front gate...our house resides far from the main street, essentially having a large front yard but no rear garage. As he closed the gap between himself and his friend-laden truck he kind of smiled and thought things over in his head, mad at himself for spooking out when there was no reason.
     He climbed into the drivers side of the truck, putting on his seat belt and getting ready to pull out of the parking spot directly in front of the house, when one of his friends asked “ Hey wait what about your brother, isn’t he coming with us?” My brother answered, “What do you mean? He went to work early tonight, he is already gone, do you see his car anywhere?”
     The next question they asked “So then who was walking behind you when you were leaving the house? “


Monday, February 13

What In The Effing World Was That?

    One day while doing my laundry one of the lights blew out in our dorm laundry room. My room is set up so that the laundry room is downstairs. In order to get upstairs you have to exit the laundry room and go through the stairs.

    So the light blew in the other part, in the laundry room and at the ground level. As it was the only light on that side, it was pretty fucking dark. I finished the laundry I had to do while dreading the walk through the dark ground level. I exit the laundry room, get half way through the ground level, and I hear a loud cackle. Imagine a sound people make when they imitate a witch. Take that and imagine that the witch had been smoking for 50 years, making her voice deeper and hoarser. That is what I heard, clear as day, right behind me.

     I did not look hesitate to bolt for the stairs. I waited until warden come and then changed the bulb. I have yet to hear that cackle since, and I have not told a single person in the dormitory about it.



The VISITOR

     My mother in law was a very funny and cool woman. She and my wife were really close and sadly, she passed away when our son was about 4 months old. Flash forward a few years. We live in an old 1997s era craftsman house in Lundu, Sarawak. Our son is about 3 at the time.
     I was giving him a bath one night and he starts looking over my shoulder, not at random stuff, but at something. A moment passes and he asks me why Grandma calls Mommy a funny name. Long pause. I asked him what he meant thinking he was talking about MY mom. He then says why does Grandma call Mommy "Amoi" (My mother in laws nickname for my wife). I was really set back by this. My wife and I never used the nickname, it was just what her mom called her since she was a baby. I asked him where he heard that. His reply: “The Farmer told me”
     I asked him who the farmer was and he replied “his friend” I tell my wife this story later and shes of course confused over the whole nickname thing. We both know there is no way for him to know this and we just kinda marvel at it.
     Flash forward to the next weekend and my son is playing in his room. My wife is at work and I’m home (I worked Monday to Friday).
     I hear him start talking like he’s having a conversation. He’s saying things like “yes” “no” “I don't know that” then some laughing. I go into his room and ask him what hes doing and he says playing. I ask with who. He says The Farmer.
     At this point I’m already thinking about the fucking Exorcist movie and Captain Howdy. It’s a little unsettling. I ask him where the Farmer is. He says he left when I came in.
THE FUCK. So my wife gets home and I tell her this and now shes just as weirded out as I am. We have no idea what do and figure if it happens again we’ll do something.
     A few days later in the middle of the night we both over hear our son saying the following: “Grandma says you and I can’t be friends anymore”
     Wife and I go check on him, both of us a little freaked. He’s just sitting up in bed. I ask if he’s ok and he says yea.
     He never once mentioned the Farmer again. Not ever. He’s 22 now and doesn't remember any of it. We do tho.

Nurse Norizan Aziz (Yan)






I was working in a local clinic when we had a threat of a flash flood. Some Nurses got pulled to go to a sister hospital in town to assist in the disaster plan. When all was over one of the nurses returned with this story: She was assisting the nurses in giving some meds before pulling all into the hallways. Every pt she went to said they already had their meds from that nice nurse in the white uniform and hat. She realized after she left that its been awhile since a nurse has worn a hat. That story revealed the urban legend of Nurse Yan. Story goes she had an affair with a married MD, became pregnant then agreed to allow him to perform an abortion on her on the 2nd floor OR room.She died and he went to jail. She never left the hospital and was seen frequently. The hospital has since been replaced with college dorms. Hmmmm I wonder if any students have seen her?