Didnt knew there was a section on Ghost experience.
Well i have one ..
Something worth sharing that happened to my family.
It was around early 1990, and I lived at the famous Balai Polis Slim River Quarters which is now long gone and demolished. Only the Balai remains as you pass by the old road now.
One evening dad was asked to go to Lima belas estate (palm oil) which was quite a distance for an investigation. There was a death of an estate worker, who was a prominent figure for all the labourers. Thus the urgency to investigate that very night.
He rode his own bike into the estate with a bottle of petrol in the front basket in case of emergency as it was his first time riding in there not knowing the distance.
About 11 my father concluded the investigation and was riding out, he was stopped by a labourer who told him it’s best to return in the morning as the ride back was very dark and only a few lights in between. The estate road was dark and foggy almost sandy at certain points and wild boars and cows used to wander on the road making it quite a difficult ride in the night. Many accidents happened on this road. The worker kept mentioning take someone along, don’t ride alone if you have to go. It’s not right tonight.
Dad however continued as he had to report back in the morning, as he rode out slowly it started to rain and he had to slow his speed. Many times he mentioned that wild boars would dart out 10 feet before him and cross the road. It was very quiet pitch dark and occasionally a vehicle would pass.
At one point of the ride comes a small water hole or a lake, it was not big but it smelled bad , you could smell it 100 meters away. It was a dumping site for the palm oil waste. Right after this point just about 20 meters away, my father felt the bike was not able to speed as usual. It felt heavy and losing power, thinking the sand and mud was slowing him down he ignored and continued riding, after a few mins he smelled a sweet pungent smell in the air it was strong, like burning incense.. at this point his eyes caught something in the right rear view mirror, long black hair flying about in the wind and a pale yellow white figure sitting behind him. And as soon as he saw it, he was touched on his shoulder and felt the lean of a person and at this very moment he lost control and fell.
He was in shock, he looked around, wet and soaked from rain and mud. He panicked seeing no one, picked the bike and tried to start it, and finally when it did he sped away. He was hurt from the fall bleeding on his elbows and his knees. The headlight had broken and the Petrol bottle was gone.
He sped blindly with the smell lingering around faintly almost running out of petrol until he was out of the trunk road and onto a proper road connecting to slim town when an estate Land Rover flashed lights and stopped. He saw my fathers condition , all muddy and bleeding and assisted in helping to send him back to the Balai with the bike in the Land Rover. My father explained what had happen only to find out that many many years ago a women crashed into the very lake and died. He asked my father on what purpose did he go into the estate. When my father mentioned someone had died, the driver told my father, there is a belief that the deceased smell sticks to a body if you don’t shower after seeing it and since my father was travelling alone, the women’s spirit or ghost caught it . He mentioned many men who ride alone in the estate at night would put a single hand back on the seat and ride or avoid riding in the night alone. It was a “tempat Keras” even the British didn’t like coming out at night when they cared for the estates back then. The roads and the estates had a rich history of things of this nature.
Once home my father showered, tended his wounds and slept. That morning he has severe fever and diarrhoea, it continued for almost 4 days. It subsided itself and my father never once went into the estate road himself ever again.
Growing up in Slim, I have witnessed many things that are spooky. It was an old town and the history of Japanese occupation made it worse. Many more tales that I have heard and seen myself growing up. Any slim river Folks here ?
Cheers guys... sorry for any typo !!