Let me share my own exp...

I was sent overseas for 1.5 years and had to move twice.. the first house had a banana tree beside it and my window was facing it.. I stayed there for 1.5 years and nothing disturbed me....

before i came back to KL, we had some trouble with the tenancy and my company had to find another place for me to stay... they manage to find a new bungalow for me to live in for the next 6 days (I tendered my resignation).. At that time, there were 2 of us, my project manager and me... the moment we entered the house.. I had a mixed feeling of excitement and spooked.. it was a 6 room bungalow with 2 master bedrooms.. my project manager took the lower master room and i took the one up stairs.....

What spooked me was that each room had a Quranic book on the bed.. and some beds had containers of salt..... I chose to ignore it and i proceeded to move that book into the cupboard.... I cleaned the room and toilet and slept off around 1am.... Thats where it all began... at 3 am..... i awoke to knocking noises coming from the cupboard.... I had a bad feeling and pretended to sleep... the longer i did that.. the louder the knocking got... I got fed up and whipped out my phone and started to read manga on my phone.. I didn't want to show it that I was afraid... the knocking continued till 6+am.. thats when i finally manage to sleep...

Later that afternoon, I spoke to my project manager and asked if he heard anything last night.. He told me that he thought he heard me walking up and own the stairs.....

I came back to KL 6 days later....