Lazy to go deep, but here the sincere story.

>>Just came back from my oversea study to Malaysia.
>>Being too happy, care less about solat and quran
>>Back to village at kelantan, visiting grandpa and grandma
>>Drive pass old kubur
>>Talk shit and messing with my little sister and brother's head about hantu and stuff
>>Reach the village around 11PM.
>>All the family member already up in the house, preparing a place to sleep.
>>I still at car porch, transporting the baggage from car to house.
>>Final baggage - I close down the car boot and turn back - voila!
>>My foot numbed, start sweating when he smile.
>>Trying to recite any surah but all blur, only capable to mumble.
>>Around 10-15 seconds, he gone. Just like that.
>>I went inside and solat and trying to get a sleep.
>>Tomorrow woke up I discretely whisper to my grandpa.
>>He just laugh and don't believe me.
>>So I just keep it to myself since 2-3 years ago.
Honestly I am considering myself as scientific man, if you can't measure it then it don't exist kind of guy, but yeah. One have to experience first-hand by themselves then they will know.

No, I am not high and not drunk. I am don't believe in this ghost stuff neither before. I believe they exist but I never believe they can physically appear. Thought it just a story to make some crappy magazine sold.

Personally I think if you are already spoiled brat, then they don't even care to kacau u. Since they already know you are already screwed, no challenge maybe. But if you are (or trying to be) someone that keep his religion, then it will be fun to mess with. idk.

detail pls

like him,pocong is blue lip with bulging eyes

ponti?how