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

Jinn in Childhood

By Dahnxi
 Here's a few of my other encounters that I've had a while back. All of them mostly happened in my younger days, but I almost always had a witness. When I was younger I used to spend my weekends at my cousin's house. During one of my first visits there he said to me, "Weird stuff happens here around 12:00 a.m..." I really didn't believe him, but at 12:04 I had my first ghost (jinn) encounter.
The living room layout had the kitchen door behind and to the right of the couch. In the kitchen there was a cabinet with a glass front that reflected the whole kitchen. During that time we heard a cabinet door open and shut then we heard a bunch open and shut over and over, but we were looking at the reflection and saw nothing moving. We hopped over the couch and ran into the kitchen to find nothing moving and the noise had stopped. That's not the best story in the world, but it was my first and I had a witness.
One other one was a shorter one that involved a friend of mine at my grandmother's house. Her house is old so the floors creak and the kitchen is beside the living room almost the same room. One night we were laying on two separate couches and talking to each other when we heard footstep creaks walking into the kitchen. We thought it was her so said, "Hey grandma...hey?" We got no reply and no light ever came on we then looked up and no one was there.
The last one I am going to say is my best one besides my motorcycle one I already posted. One night we were at my same grandmother's house. My cousin (Chance) from above and my other cousin (Marcus) are the people in this story. There is a vacant trailer that is beside my grandmother's house and at the time I lived in it... sadly. We were young and wanted to check it out at night. Marcus went in first, Chance went in second and I trailed.
I was the lookout in case anyone came. On the way towards the back past the kitchen is my room then my sister's room. Marcus went to the far back towards my sister's room and Chance walked my room and found an old train toy. He opened my door and threw it in and closed the door. I was almost behind him at the time and we decided nothing was going on so we were going to leave. On our way out Chance passed my old door and at that time the door opened and the toy flew past his head! We freaked out and took off running and didn't go back in there at night anymore. I still feel weird going in there sometimes. I believe it's more of a jinn messing with us than anything.

Jinn in Childhood

Haunted Office

Author: Syed Muhammad Yusuf Ahsan (Pakistan) / Location of Story: Pakistan
Story: My father has a business of importing and for that we have many offices in Pakistan. When our business progressed by the grace of Allah, we had to import more material and thus requiring more space in the store(Since it was already full).We expanded the store but as we imported more and more material we ran out of space in the store. Very soon the search for a new office began and within just 10 days we found a very large office at an amazing rent and decided to rent it. I was at the spot with my father’s Finance Manager who selected that office. After we selected the office we were to begin shifting the next day but the owner said that there should be at least one person in the office for the night. All the people were busy and I being a mature adult was selected to spend the night in that office. I had no choice but to agree. They left me at that office the time was 2 PM of the afternoon.
Soon they left me and I instantly became very bored as I did not have anything to do. There was nothing in the office besides a soft carpet on the floor. I decided to spend the day in the recital of the Quran and the night to sleep on the soft carpet.
I started my task and soon it was time for the Maghrib prayer. As I was going back after prayer, the lights went away (Because of load shedding in Pakistan). I decided to continue towards the room to supplicate in the dark anyway. When I reached the room I started again in the pitch black darkness. While I was supplicating, I felt a strange feeling, as if someone was touching my hair while standing behind me. I thought it was the wind and continued. The feeling remained till the next few minutes but as I felt that my hair was now being pulled, I looked back and asked in a loud voice ’’Who is there?’’ and there was no reply. I blamed it to my imagination and continued. Moments later the same thing began to happen again and this time I became a little scared. It went on and on in the black darkness till…….someone grabbed me from behind and started to laugh!! That things voice at first sounded like a man’s voice and then the pitch slowly changed and it would sound
like a woman, then it would slowly reverse back into a man’s voice again! I became very scared and when that thing let me go. I looked back and saw that no one there…I looked front again and…..A dead girl was hanged from the fan with a rope around her neck. Her eyes were almost out of their sockets and her tongue reached the floor!!! I became so intensely scared that I was unable to move and soon that girl fell on the ground and started to move as if she was having a seizure while making sounds resembling the bleating of a goat. Suddenly a huge man with a bloody face came running from out of the WALL with an axe in his hand and straight cut the girls head off!!! The cut off head fell less than 5 feet in front of me. Then as I was looking at the man, he disappeared right in front of my eyes! As I looked down…The cut off head was looking at me with its tongue out, smiling and nodding!!!! Just as I was about to run away someone grabbed me again and some old woman with a
very disturbing face approached the cut off head which was lying in front. She picked it up and rushed towards me. She then started laughing very loudly including the thing behind me and cut off head!!!!! That’s when I started to recite Ayat Al Kursi and BELIEVE me they all fell down and I saw them burn alive right in front of me. Soon, they were no more than mere ashes and then disappeared. After all this, I did not have the guts to sleep there and decided to leave. Except for going out that office through the door, I went out the window. Soon when I was out and I started to walk towards my home. I reached in about 2 hours. I then immediately called my dad and told him all about it and after we inquired about that house this was the information we recovered…
1) The owner of that office was long dead and who we saw was actually a Jinn who wanted a human inside the house.
(We don’t know why)
2) The office was haunted by a depressed Jinn family.
3) The Jinns wanted to kill at least 1 human.
(We don’t know why)
4) All people living there had to recite Ayat al kursi 111 times after every prayer otherwise the Jinns would enter their homes.
5) The Jinns were all kafirs.
WARNING!!
THIS OFFICE STILL REMAINS…

Haunted Office