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Memories of the haunted house in Kuantan

There is a house in Kuantan with a sinister past- a terrace house,I think many have
forgotten about that house was a haunted house. I think I do not have to pin point the
house,it is common knowledge in Kuantan.

In the early nineties there was a tragedy in this house, where the whole family
committed suicide here.

This family was actually a happy family; a father and mother and her young children.
The couple were quite young with the male I think about thirty plus and the wife slightly
younger. Unfortunately the man suddenly befriended a business woman who was very
successful. Initially it was business talk as the man was said to have some problems.
The more he got involved with this new friend the more he neglected his wife and
children.

Kuantan was a small town news of their close encounter spread like wild fire around
town. Somehow the wife came to know about their affair.

One day she plucked out the courage to call her husband to return home and the
husband was trying ti delay the call. This made the wife very angry and issued him an
ultimatum, that is return or prepare to face the consequences. He thought it was only a
small threat and ignored the warning. He only returned the next morning. He had not
expected to see what was installed for him.

As he opened his his house door he was shocked to see his wife hanging at the
doorway of their bedroom. His two young children were also hanged alongside of his
wife. All of them apparently dressed in red; a sign that she will seek revenge after her
death.

Terrified and saddened by this pack suicide the husband went out to purchase extra
cylinder of gas. It seem he put the valve of the cookers on without the flame with all
windows shut. As if this was insufficient to kill himself, he hanged himself also.

With gas smell everywhere the neighbours suspected something amiss and they
seeked help from the police. The police saw the gruesome scene and the whole family
was cremated by relatives who came from afar. The house was put on sales but no
takers for quite sometime, even at a reduced price.

After a long while an Indian put out a bold front brought it declaring that he was non
believer in ghosts and that being a religious he had nothing to fear, let alone ghosts so
he shifted into the place.
Then one night after midnight he heard people moving around the house. He put up a
bold front to walk out and investigate. True enough there was no one but the errie
feelings began to creep in. At first he felt the cold breeze blowing gently. it made him
shivering with fright.

Dogs in the surrounding neighborhood also began to howl awkwardly. Those long and
scary howls surely put fears into people who believe that the ghosts were out there.

Next night he peeped out to find apparitions of a woman and her children hanging at the
door, all of them dressed in red. This really stunted, struck horror and made him stone
death and apparently he nearly wet his pants.

Next day he did not returned to sleep in that house or ever again and tried to avoid the
question that house was in deed haunted, for he wanted to sell that house too. But the
neighbors were aware its sinister past for they too were troubled and horrified by the
noises coming out from that house. They believe that the house was haunted.

It has been quite sometime since I have been to Kuantan I do not know what has
become of the haunted house. Guess it is still unoccupied.

2. “Dia dekat pintu”

I am a air steward and was checking out at a hotel in Johor Bahru one morning when
another stewardess queued behind me. She was pale and uncharacteristically quiet.
She related that she hadn’t slept all night. She was watching television when from the
corner of her eye, she saw a vague white mist gliding from her bathroom into the closet.

Moments later, her closet began rattling. She was too scared to go outside as it meant
having to pass the closet.

After that we checked into our Penang hotel, and a phone call interrupted my sleep.

It was the same colleague. She was screaming, ‘come to my room, come now!’ My legs
were trembling as I hurried to her room. When she opened the door, she was distraught
and crying. All she kept repeating was, ‘she is here’.

I didn’t dare to enter her room so I coaxed her out to the corridor. We ran to my room
and I called our captain. He is a devout Muslim known for strictly adhering to his prayer
times. He came immediately and started quietly reciting prayers. Then he looked up and
calmly said: Dia dekat pintu (She/he is by the door).
I went, Oh my God! This is terrible; there was no way I was going to sleep in my room
now. Our captain arranged for my colleague to be sent home as she was quite shaken. I
stayed at another colleague’s room. That incident six years ago changed my travel
pattern. Previously I slept in total darkness. Now, I must have two lights and the
television on.

3. Beings in the house

My dad and mum were looking frantically for a home in Ipoh as our house in Penang
was about to be sold in a few days time. I was studying in Kuala Lumpur at that time
and I joined the search with them as my sister was in India for her studies.

After going around Ipoh Town for hours, finally our agent brought us to a house which
was situated at Ipoh Garden South. The compound of the house looked small but when
we entered the house, it was really big and spacious. Mum and Dad were extremely
happy with the house and immediately offered to buy the house form the seller, a
Chinese Merchant. The seller told mum and dad not to remove the mirrors placed in the
rooms upstairs in the house as how he has placed them because of Fengshui.

After mom and dad shifted in, we did a house warming prayer but the lights suddenly
went out! Mom lit some candles which I was supposed to pass to father upstairs. After
doing that, I went back down but felt a tap on my shoulder. I turn around thinking it was
father but no one was there. I was so scared and ran down. Mum and dad were very
brave individuals, they proceeded with the prayers. We never discussed the event after
that day.

After two weeks, mum and dad met into an accident whereby the motorcycle dad was
riding collided with another motorbike. Luckily both only sustained minor injuries. Mum
had a hairline crack on her leg and the doctors told us that she needed ample rest.

A couple of weeks later I returned to Ipoh to check on mum’s progress and she told me
she is fine. Then it was sometime later at night that she told me something which I was
not able to digest… In my thoughts…

She told me that the first few days when she stayed at the new home, she encountered
strange noises and saw little black creatures running around the house. Then she adds
on this is quiet common because the house was hardly occupied for a few years as told
by the neighbours. She told me that she hung a blessed lime in front of the house [it is a
believe in the Indian religion that if the fruit turns rotten that there is something evil living
in the house] and surprisingly mum told me that the fruit turned rotten. Mum then said
she was not bothered with the little black creatures as we are more superior than them.

She then added father was sleeping upstairs alone one night when mum was
downstairs and then suddenly he heard some rattling sound and woke up then he saw a
white figure which took form of a beautiful Chinese lady against the wall and she told
father, “Your daughter is going to get married. Stop her or else she will be crying all her
life.” Then she disappeared. Dad was stunned and ran downstairs to mum and told her
the story.

Then mum also told me that there was a figure of a child in the house too with long
black hair moving around almost daily.

Mum and dad were too brave and stayed on in the house. Then the complaints on the
house lessened and they were comfortably living in the house for 10 years.

On day, I got a call from Dad that mum fell and broke her leg. I rushed to Ipoh Hospital
to visit mum. Mum told me she felt that someone or something pushed her down from
the back. I was very upset. I went back home and felt eerie but dad said all is OK at
home. Mum and dad loved the Ipoh House and does not want to leave the place!

My sister and myself were saddened when mum passed away a year later. On the 16th
day from the day of her funeral, we had special prayers at home for mum. As soon as
the priest started to chant the holy verses, we heard a loud bang of the door upstairs but
no one was there. That night I dreamt mum was dragging away something evil from the
house. When mum passed away, dad insisted to stay alone at home and never gave in
to any of our persuasion to follow us back to Kuala Lumpur. A few days later dad fell
when he climbed on a stool to repair his favourite ancient grandfather’s clock. Dad was
unable to walk since that incident and his condition became similar to mum. My sister
and I immediately transferred dad from the house although he was reluctant to leave
and he now stays in Penang with my sister.

The Ipoh house is rented out now and so far there is no complain from the tenant.

We believe that mum has taken away the evil with her from the house and it is now free
of the evil spirits, but we will never know what actually happened in the house until
today…

4. It’s clinging to her

I’m now undergoing my training (I’m a trainee counselor) in a particular government that
deal with a lot of unfortunate individuals going through hard time in their life. This
happened in my first week of training.

Madam Lisa (not her real name) was not my client but due to short staffed, I was
assigned to do intake interview to see whether she is eligible for benefits. The moment
she walked in to my room, I sensed something else is with her. I took a cursory glance
at her and saw a dark shadow, looked like a toddler or baby was clinging to her right
calf as she walked. It was unsettling for me, because my instinct told me that it wasn’t
friendly at all. I struggled to concentrate in the interview.
As it turns out, Lisa was struggling financially with 4 children to feed, her husband was
involved in road accident twice and Lisa was fired because she kept missing work. To
make the whole thing more complicated, Lisa is pregnant with her fifth child.

As I was concluding the interview, Lisa told me that she was feeling tired all the time this
1 year, her children kept getting sick and she had a hard time sleeping due to
nightmares. I couldn’t help but think the ‘thing’ that cling at her calf was responsible for
the misfortunes. I really wanted to tell her what I saw but did not do so due to adherence
to office policy.

I did not see Lisa again after that, but heard from colleagues that she fell from her bike
and miscarried. I feel bad for her and I can’t shake off the image of that thing clinging to
her calf. I still wonder what was it that I saw.

5. She slit her wrist

The many things we get to share or tell, or even listen, is either the eternity occupant in
a haunted hotel room has either slit wrist in the tub, hung self in the middle of the room,
drowned self with pills or to the best horror, flinging self off the balcony to his or her
death. However, the one who stayed with us through the three days, two nights of our
stay was a woman who had slit her wrist. We didn’t get to interrogate the staff about it,
but the tingling sensation left behind told me other wise.

Why were we there in a group? We had a cosplay event held in one of biggest halls in
Kuala Lumpur (Surprise! I’m from Malaysia) and to save traveling time and fuel, we
booked a room and split the cost with a few other girls. As usual, we’d park our bags in
a corner to avoid tripping over and face plant somewhere, we’d bring out unfinished
props to work on overnight or watch some TV before we hit the bed. On my first night, I
ushered everyone to bathe first because I wanted to soak in the tub. So while waiting for
everyone else to use the bathroom, I watched some TV and devoured some snacks.

The last to bathe before me looked really confused or taken back when she came out. I
suppose it happens when you stay out and could have misplaced something or anything
when there is something wrong somewhere with the service or quality of the room. She
didn’t say anything but called me that she was done bathing. I happily skipped in and
had the toilet all to myself. After filling up the tub with warm water, the pleasurable
soaking began as I listened to some mild music.

After a while of soaking, must have been pretty long because I sort of dozed off in the
tub, that was when I awakened to a strange tingling feeling on my wrist. It felt as if
something sharp pressed against my skin but it didn’t hurt- or just the feel of it. I opened
my eyes, thinking I must have touched the tap with my foot or the shower head lying
next to me but none of that was in sight or within reach. Strange to say, it felt like a
feminine presence looking down on me as if why am I occupying the tub and? Feeling
her cold glares, all I could do was say aloud, “Sorry if we bothered you, but we will be
leaving as soon as our stay is over. I’m sorry if you feel that we intruded your living
quarters, but blame the staff! We were given this room!”

To my relief, her presence faded from my senses and I got out of the tub as soon as I
could, given my fingers looked like raisins. It felt strangely sad… And the tiny tingles
remained. Just to make sure it wasn’t anything horrible, there were no red marks on my
wrist. Thank goodness it wasn’t anything angry, I thought. Thinking back again, what did
my friend went through before me?

After the stay and event was over, I got home with much relief, happy to be on my own
comfy bed again. After a week, my friend (the one who bathed before me) came by for a
visit. After much chats and all, she brought up the bathroom incident, asking if I’ve
experienced anything in it. I didn’t say anything at first until she took in a deep breath
and said this, “Could anyone have pushed my back in an enclosed shower cubicle?”

Oooh boy.