Girl in the Mirror

When I was in college, I would take summer classes in my university in the Philippines called Ateneo de Manila University.  Being a 150 year old university, it is full of history and atmosphere.
During the summer, the girls would move into the third floor of the boys’ dorm called Cervini Hall.  So it was there that my friends Kat, Michelle and I spent our summer.  I remember clearly that we were in room 304.
As previously stated, the Ateneo is an old school and it was used as prison camp during World War II.  In any case, we’ve already heard many ghost stories from many people in campus.  But none of us had really come close to experiencing any. Until that summer.  It was the summer before we became juniors or seniors.  If I recall it was the summer that Aladdin came out in the cinemas.
Anyway, we had heard rumors that our room, was quite the infamous room. Many people have told us that there were ghosts in that room.  But again at first none of us felt anything.  In any case, the entire Cervini Hall was rumored to be haunted, so we didn’t think much of it.
However, after a few days of being in the room, we started experiencing strange things.  First of all we would notice that even when we left our door unlocked, when any of us would come back, we would find it locked.  Our rooms door did not have a lock that you latched or pressed or chained.  It was one of those old fashioned doors that you had to lock with a key from the inside to lock it.  Because of this, whenever someone was inside we roomies had a habit of leaving it unlocked.  However the next person to come in would still find it locked.

Girl in the Mirror

Legend of Vong Phu

Once upon a time there lived in the highland of northern Vietnam a boy orphaned of both his mother and father. He lived with his little sister in a small cottage on the slopes of a hill.

Every day at early dawn he went to the forest not far from his house to chop wood. He took the wood to the market to sell for food and provisions. The rest of the day he devoted to his little sister, whom he cherished and cared for lovingly.

The brother and sister were very happy in their small cottage, until, one day, a stranger arrived. The newcomer was an old man, who, passing by the place one evening, asked for lodging.

When the brother learned that the stranger was a prophet, he eagerly requested his guest to foretell the future. The old man referred to his book and told the boy: "The date and hour of your birth most certainly indicate that you will some day marry your own sister."

The old man continued: "It is irrevocable. No-one can act against his fate." The boy regarded the old man's words as nonsense and did not care about them any more.

One nice day, the young man brought his sister with him to the forests. There, the little girl was watching and listening to the birds, while her brother chopped wood.

Legend of Vong Phu

Soul move

Very long ago, there lived a young man named Truong Ba who was very good at Chinese chess. Truong Ba's fame as a chess player spread far and wide, throughout Vietnam and even China.

At that time, the Chinese chess champion was a man named Ky Nhu. When he heard of Truong Ba, Ky Nhu set off to Vietnam to challenge his rival to a game. They played two games, each of which ended in a draw. During the third game, Ky Nhu got into trouble. Seeing that his opponent was trapped, Truong Ba said haughtily: "Even the Chess Deity De Thich could not find a way out of my moves."

Upon hearing Truong Ea's words, the Chess Deity decided to teach the young man a lesson. As Truong Ba and Ky Nhu sat hunched over the chessboard, an old man came to sit nearby. This old fellow made a suggestion to Ky Nhu, who followed his advice and won a dazzling victory.

Truong Ba was furious but, seeing the old man's glowing white beard, it occurred to him that he might be a god. To play it safe, Truong Ba sank down on one knee before the old man and said: "You must be De Thich. I am terribly sorry."

Soul move

The Gecko's tale

Everyone in Vietnam has heard the gecko's call but few remember how the tiny lizard got its voice.

Long ago, there lived a man named Gecko, who, together with his wife, survived by begging. They were a frugal pair and, despite their poverty, managed to put aside a tiny portion of the food or money they were given. Eventually, their savings added up and Gecko took great pleasure in courting his hidden nest-egg.

One evening, on his way home, Gecko saw two water buffaloes fighting: "This is a sign," he told his wife, "A terrible storm is approaching. Can't you feel it in your bones?" Following his hunch, Gecko took their savings and bought bags of rice.

Sure enough, a typhoon hit the next day. The river overflowed its banks and still the rain continued. Crops, livestock, houses and even a few unlucky villagers were swept away by the flood's fury. When the skies finally cleaned, the fields were in ruins; there would be no harvest that autumn.

The village, normally so prosperous, had a new resident: Hunger had moved in, and only Gecko welcomed his arrival. Finally, when the price of rice had climbed to ten times its usual value, he brought out his hidden bags of grain. "We are rich," he laughed, clapping his wife on the back. "I'll lend you money to rebuild your houses," he told his neighbours, and then proceeded to charge outrageous interest rates.

As Gecko's wealth increased, so did his greed. He opened a pawn shop, befriended pirates and thieves, and took to reselling stolen property.

The Gecko's tale

Van Lich's coins

Once upon a time, there lived a merchant named Van Lich. One of the richest men of his generation, Van Lich owned nearly one hundred trading ships, all of which were laden with furniture crafted from solid silver and gold.

Despite Van Lich's wealth, he was unhappy. His business forced him to travel a great deal and, during these trips, he suspected that his wife, the young and beautiful Mai Thi, was unfaithful.

One day, Van Lich's ship cast anchor in a lonely river. A fisherman approached Mai Thi, who was sitting on the prow, and asked her for a quid of betel. Feeling sorry for this poor fisherman, Mai Thi gladly gave him some betel.

Seeing this, Van Lich flew into a jealous rage. When the fisherman had gone, he ordered his wife to leave. Carrying the one bar of gold and one bar of silver given to her by her enraged husband, Mai Thi set off down the shore. She had not gone far when she met the fisherman. Mai Thi sobbed as she told her story to the astonished fisherman.

"My husband thought that I was in love with you," cried Mai Thi.

Van Lich's coins

Senawang Ghosts

Our convoy was making its way down from Malaysia back to Singapore. I looked at my watch, it was 4:30pm. I was in my brother's car with my mother and he was driving.

Suddenly, unexpectingly, smoke came oozing out of the corners of the car's bonnet - the car’s engine was heating up. We had to pull over to the road shoulder.
Our friends in the other cars proceeded on. They couldn't afford to be delayed, for their children had to go to school early the next morning.

There we were, the three of us stranded somewhere in Senawang.
While waiting for the car to cool down, some of the locals, looking to make a quick buck, came by and offered help. Of course, there was nothing they could do, for ours was a continental car - only our mechanic in Singapore would know what to do. I called him on my mobile phone and relayed to him our predicament. He said, regretfully, he could only come there not earlier than 1am.

If it wasn't for our old and sick mother, we would have walked some two kilometers to the guest house we saw earlier. Hence, we remained where we were. The day was slowly dusking and we were cold, tired, hungry and I was bursting to go to the toilet. At that time, the locals have returned home and there were hardly cars driving by. We were very alone.

Senawang Ghosts

The Fruit Lady

Ram was late. We waited, Milkha and I, patiently at Newton circus food center in Singapore. We talked excitedly about our planned trip – the things we were going to do and how much fun we would have doing them. We had planned to travel to Thailand via Malaysia. We would stop at a few places in Malaysia, then leave the jeep at the Thai-Malaysia border and take the train up to Hatyai, Thailand. The anticipation was electrifying!

He arrived; 20 minutes late. Wished we could have kicked his butt, but his wife was there with him. Saved by his wife, that devil!

After some food and drinks, we got ourselves in the jeep. It was cramped but still comfortable. Ram took the wheel and was about to inaugurated the journey when we heard someone calling. “Ram! Ram!”

It was his wife. She was running after us with a blue pail in her hand.

“What the hell is that?” I asked laughingly.

The Fruit Lady

The Old Wall Clock

I had a possessed old wall clock. It would function normally but whence came midnight, it would stop. All I had to do was push the pendulum to swing and it would work again - until come midnight, of course.
At first I thought it could be the positions of the hands at midnight that could be brushing on each other, causing friction, hence the jam. But then, at midday when the mechanism worked exactly like it would at midnight, the clock never stopped.
I was puzzled so I decided to send the clock to my friend, Mohammed, who is a very skillful watch repairman. After a day, Mohammed rang me up and advised me to take the clock back. "A strange thing happened," he said. "The clock, upon midnight, started to 'ding-dong non stop'". Those were his exact words. He had to manually stop the pendulum from swinging, to stop the clanging. Obviously, I was tickled.
At the shop, Mohammed was looking tired and a little spooked. He said in Malay, "Jam kau masuk hantu, lah" - (Your clock is possessed by an evil spirit) He told me to throw it away but I couldn't, it was my late father's favourite clock. I remember the day my father brought this clock home. He was so proud of it. He hung it on the wall and dusted it everyday. He would wind it every month without fail. He never let the clock stop, not even once.

The Old Wall Clock

Motorway ghost

Dear readers first of all I thank all of you for taking keen interest in my first story now I will tell you the second  story.
Once I was traveling on motorway coming from the ancient historical city of Lahore to the just 200 year old city of Rawalpindi. As we reached Chakri service area near Rawalpindi I went down to the tuck shop. The  driver gave a lift to a man in plain clothes up to Rawalpindi. In fact I was not in favour of giving lifts because who knows that the person you are giving a lift may turn up to be your killer and robber but can’t do anything as the man was seated in the car when I came back.
He told us that he was in the motorway police so after a bit of introduction I asked him, “have you ever had  any ghostly experiences on motorway?” He told that yes once when his duty was on salt range only hilly area  on motorway it was midnight and they were ascending from the Lahore side of salt range. As they reached  near the Grave of a saint known as peer khara all of a sudden someone started to throw small stones at their  car.

Motorway ghost

I Saw A Girl, But She Was A Ghost

By Angeld
 I was visiting my family in Kerala, India. That is where I am originally from. I have lived there for periods of time and even gone to school there, but I grew up in California.
This is a completely true story.
So, I was in Kerala, my mom has three sisters and they each have 2 children, except for my mother who has 3 (Including me). My oldest Aunt's children are grown and out of the house, so that left bedrooms open for the rest of us.
My brothers shared one. My little cousins shared another and my aunt offered me the single room. My cousin\'s room. It was very nice. It had the plushest bed and was warm. I was excited I got to sleep there. I should mention That day earlier I was wondering about a little girl and boy I saw when I was 5, like I said, my family and I have been in and out of India for ages.
Once there where these two very poor children and I remember they were my age or a little younger. I was feeling bad that all we could give them was a few dollars. That\'s all my parents they had on hand. I was wondering what happened to the little girl because I remember I couldn't stop looking at her, even when I was 5 I was scared for her safety. I could remember that the little girl had long wavy hair and only had on a purple skirt and no shirt.
So at night, my brothers went their way and my mom and her sisters got ready to sleep in the living room on mats and little beds. I put my stuff in my cousin\'s room and got into the bed. I immediately felt completely uncomfortable.
I felt like... I didn't want to sleep in that room. I just couldn't. My stomach felt queasy the moment I touched the bed, so I told my Aunts and Mom I didn't want to sleep there and they set up a mat for me to sleep next to my mom. It was like a can of sardines and I was at the left end.
I woke up in the middle of the night with my stomach hurting. I thought maybe it was something I ate. I was kind of sleepy and I sat up. I rubbed my eyes and I saw in front of me, a woman sitting cross legged with her hands in her lap.
I wasn't scared but logically thought it was my mother. I rubbed my eyes and said "Mom my stomach really hurts." She wasn't saying anything and I was getting frustrated so I tapped her saying "Mom!" That\'s when my fingers went right through her.
I remember when my fingers went through her, and hit the floor. I was shocked. However, the girl sat unblinking. My eyes widened and I realized this was not my mother. For one she was very skinny, she was wearing a purple shirt and skirt, with long wavy hair.
And she had a creepy grin, not malicious, but not nice.
I've had dreams of Devi (which is a goddess in our religion) before and it didn't feel like that sweetness so I knew this is not a divine being, which of course I do believe in.
She looked younger than me, but very aged. (I was 15 at the time) Like she had been through a rough life. I quickly tapped my mother who I realized had been sleeping next to me. I shook her and said "Mom wake up! There's a girl in front of me! She's sitting right in front of me!"
My mom got up annoyed and said, "Meera, what is it?"
When she sat up she sat right in front of the ghost. I was so shocked all I could say was "Mom, there's a girl right there. She's sitting right there." I was pointing like crazy. She wasn't getting it, she was still sleepy and the ghost was behind her.
What happened next I still can remember like a movie being played.
The ghost tilted her head, she was still sitting cross legged, but like she tilted her head to the side and smiled at me, a full smile then to the other side and smiled at me, like she was playing a game. That\'s when I said loudly, "Mom look look! There's a girl!"
Then one of my Aunts got up, switched on the light and the girl was gone. First they thought I was hallucinating or something. But I knew I wasn't.
From thinking about that little girl I saw when I was 5, to sitting in my cousin\'s room and being uncomfortable, and then seeing her.
Not a coincidence. I'll tell you honestly though, I only made the little girl connection to this girl a few years later, just randomly.
Now I remember thinking what if I had been alone in a room with the door shut? I had always been slightly scared of these things, and alone...
After a day they believed me but my aunt was angry I'd say there was ghost in her home. My mom was scared and asked me if I was scared and I said no. I was shocked I really wasn't. That\'s probably because I wasn't alone.

I Saw A Girl, But She Was A Ghost