Hi /k/,

I would like to share my recent experience while spending my holiday @ Penang last weekend.

After almost a 4 weeks spending my ass doing practical in my nearest hospital, I decided to take some times off and enjoying my holiday locally. As my fiancee's little cousin was accepted to enter USM Penang, we decided to take a trip to Penang with her family (6 pax) for a few days. Everything was great but as most of all knows, traffic congestion and Penang's drivers attitude are exceptionally unavoidable lol.

For the first night, we checked in this one suite - more like an apartment, really, which is good since the room equipped with 2 toilets, one outside and one in the room, so that male and female doesn't mixed up. Its located near the I***l factory (myky should know this suite ) and about 5 minutes drive to Queensbay Mall. We paid for 2 nights stay, and our room was on level 13. Enter the lift, punch our card and unpack our stuff and prepare ourselves to get ready for a dinner.

As the clock needle almost pointed to 12AM on the wall, I was preparing myself for solat Isya. I wore a jubah with kopiah during that time - my personally favorite attire for solat. Right after finished dua', our room bell rang. Oh, its just a guard, around 50 years old, delivering an iron board that was requested by the cousin. I open the door and wishes thanks to the guard, but right before I close the door, he'd asked me:
I was like... :\
His face look pale. Worry. Cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
My curiosity intensified. I turned my head to look at my fiancee brother (Lets call him F). He is a hafiz and currently studying in a Fiqh course if I am not mistaken. But during that very moment, I don't expect any serious situation, maybe this guard need someone to be an Imam for solat or something, idk. So I replied:
Slight sign of relieved was appeared on the guard's expression.
Without hesitation, I walk toward F and told him that a guard might need his help regarding something. Both of us met the guard again at the door, handshake and ask the guard to be honest about this problem.
I was like what the hell man... Why on earth do we need to face a situation like this right almost the midnight.

F look at me, blinking and staring, planning and thinking what he able to do. After a few moments, F asked:
The guard replied;
F whispering to himself
There, F trying to baiting the real status of the situation from a larger picture.

The guard look downward. And look at us again.
F replying:
Handshaked, the guard go to level 10 to help supporting his friends to hold the female, and F and I performing solat sunat and preparing air yassin together.
In the middle of yassin recitation, our door rang again and I pick up the door while F continuing the recitation. It was the same guard but with another male, around 20s maybe 23 years old, dyed hair and look shocked.
I handshaked with the dude. Forgot to ask his name though. I ask him;
He replied;
I turned away and look at the clock, its around 12.25AM. Means it already around 30 minutes and even with 4 guards handling her, she still not shown any sign of tiredness. This is not good. I stare blankly at the wall and suddenly came up with an idea. A great one I think. lol
The guard look at me with wondering look.
I saw that question coming and replied;
There I had to tell themselve a bit about my background to gain their trust. I continue to ask a bit more to the young chap with dyed hair;
He seems hesitated and nervous. Suddenly the guard answering on his behalf with slurred sentences. I don't know if I heard it right;
I'd still keep my calm face. I replied;
Looking more nervous, he replied;
Sounded something was not right, but I just give a benafit of a doubt and consider that it was not my business. I did what I able to help. The guard seems to cut the akward silance of mine and saying he will go to the receptionist table to make a call to the nearest hospital.

I close the door and catch up with F to finish whatever left of recitation. Just before we finish, a loud, high pitch scream was heard till a point where the girls member of our family inside the room woke up and asked us about what happening. Not long after that, an ambulance siren was heard.

After finish, we go down to level 10 to see individually see what happened and the door was closed and no sign of attandence. We did went to receptionist and the female worker said that the female already been taken to hospital. The guard went together to hospital, and one of the young chap already check out from the suite.

Phew... I admit I felt relieved my suggestion works, at least so far. Facing a live exorsism right in front of my face is the least things that I want to experience in my life, knowing that my iman is just as thick as union layers.

After that, we get back to our room and explain throughly to F aunt and she tripped badly as she have a young daughter with ours during that moment. On that very morning, all of us checked out and the fees was only counted as 1 night. The female working understand our feeling and felt sorry for us that we had to face this kind of experience. She also mention that the building was initially built to sell it as permenant properties but the same issue were faced by the occupant making the owner decided to make it a hotel instead...

/true story.
TL;DR version : Got ghost in hotel suite, semua salah LGE.