This happen few years back, when i stayed in a hotel in china.

One night, ayam cant sleep, so plan to go down jalan2. Time is about 2am. As u know, chinese pantang the number 4. So there is no number 4 button to press on the lift. Ayam stay at 16th floor. So i take the lift down to ground floor.

While the lift is going down, it suddenly stop on 4th floor. How i know is 4th floor is from the level number displayed on top of the lift door. When it stop, then the door opened partially. Just half opened, meaning each side of the door open halfway. That time ayam still cool and didnt panic, ayam see outside, wan see what is there in 4th floor. But cant see anything, cos is too dark. Really very dark. So ayam press close button. Guess what, the lift door got no response. Not moving at all, and the door open just like that. Then this is the time ayam feel like wan to shit bricks liao. Cold sweat coming out. Ayam is officially 2 incher during that moment, lulz.

Ayam still try to stay calm, and keep pressing the close button, with my eyes avoiding the door gap. After some time, i guess is around half a min, or 1 min at the most, then baru the door closed, and ayam safely reach ground floor.

I walk to the lobby and sit on the sofa, thinking the whole incident again. Then ayam seems to recall that when ayam enter lift, suddenly there is a strong air blowing at ayam after i enter the lift, as if there is something coming in too. Then i didnt wan to think of it anymore and went out lepak until morning, around 6am before i return to hotel and went up to my room.

Took a bath, and went down for breakfast. Surprisingly, ayam dun feel that scared anymore, not sure why. After breakfast, i walk over to the receptionist and ask what is there in 4th floor. They told me last time its a pub-like karaoke, where those vip will hang out with china chicks. But it was abandoned long ago, and the floor suppose be empty. Didnt manage to find out why it was abandoned.

When ayam back to malaysia, ayam explained this incident to some of my frens. Most logical explanation i received is those things just wan to tumpang the lift and back to their 'house' at 4th floor.

So thats my story, real experience. Not fabricated or what so ever. Until today, ayam is wondering is it got such thing as they tumpang, or just kebetulan the lift rosak abit and stop at 4th floor, some kind of mechancal problem and etc. Lai lai, any feedbacks are welcomed.

cc ladytarot99

Story 1:

happened in 1987-ish? during primary school.

there's this huge bamboo bush nearby my house, just borderline between our housing area and a small kampung.

people say that bamboo tree is haunted, but since it grows in a slightly lower swamp-like area, you can't see the base/roots anyway.

so there's one evening where it's almost 7pm, i passed by it riding my bicycle and i have this urge to just take a look.

when i took a look - lo and behold, i thought i see a dead man stuck at the base of the bamboo bush, seems like some bamboo poles
protruding out of his chest/abdomen area.

the man had a uniform which i think i remember it being like the ones communists wore in our malaysian movies/tv shows.

i quickly got to my bike and cycled back home.

i kept it to myself, never told my family or friends/neighbours about it.

Story 2:

happened during my uni outing - camping in ulu tembeling (taman negara pahang) in 2000?
i'm not an outdoors person but just following a bunch of friends and a group of camping club.

when we first arrived at the campsite, the park ranger advised us not to do something 'pelik-pelik'
as in - you know, behave well enough and don't do anything stupid.

as an introvert (at the time), it's no problem for me.. i just want the camping outing done with,
but the camping club went on and sing their loudest until midnight beside the campfire.

bising like hell, laughing like no tomorrow and i thought to myself.. "oh boy, things are bound to happen later"

i went to sleep @ 12.30am.. and that was the only night i can remember so far that i cannot sleep soundly.
for a normal day, i can sleep virtually anywhere and sleep soundly until morning but not that night.

1am - woke up because it started raining.

2am - woke up due to some commotion in the tent across us - one of my tent-mate said their tent collapsed because of a fallen branch.

3am - woke up again because the rain got heavier, water starts pooling up.

by this time the park ranger asked us to pack whatever bags we have and move in to the surau
so that we can get out of the rain. it was too heavy to endure.

5am - woke up again in the surau, end up not sleeping afterwards and wait for subuh.

the next morning, we got back to the campsite, took down our tents and cleared the site out.
i ended up sleeping in the boat (3hrs journey back to main jetty).

once we got in the bus embarking out of taman negara, the guys started to share stories :

i) the tent across us collapsed because a heavy 'thing' dropped on it, but the 'thing' was nowhere to be found.
no heavy branch no animals scurrying off.

ii) one of the camping club members felt a hand tickling her soles/feet. the thing is, she was sleeping
in a sleeping back - those with zippers. how come someone's hand can tickle her from inside the sleeping bag?

iii) the ranger saw something during dinnertime but didn't want to tell us to avoid us getting panicked.

thankfully i tak kena kacau by them natives.

Story 3:

happened in 2008, i just moved to a new rental house. i was just alone and got a good offer to
rent a 2-sty house for RM500.

the house was well-kept, since the owner (a lady) was/is a govt. servant and she only got to stay
in the house for a short duration full-time (<1yr) before being transferred to another state and had to
convert the house as her weekend house.

after 2yrs of having it as a weekend house, she wanted to get married and moved in with her husband,
thus renting it out - and as i moved in my stuffs, i can see/feel that the house really feel/smell like a newly-built house
since no one stays in it for quite a long time.

so on the first few days of moving in, i was still staying over at my previous rental house while
slowly moving in my stuffs into the new house.

one fine evening, i missed the time and while arranging some stuffs on the 1st floor,
the azan started to sound (for maghrib prayer - 7pm-ish).

and automatically the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.. it's an instant feel, you know - sort of spider-sense (spiderman).

i got the message and that was my cue to cabut. i dropped everything and quickly got out of the house
and went to the masjid for maghrib prayer before going for dinner & back to my older rental house.

thankfully nothing else happened during my stay in the new rental house.

Story 4

happened in my lab when working. this was in 2010? maybe.

i was doing my lab tasks and had this working setup. just a simple switch to turn-on my experiment
and it should work.

the task went on in the afternoon until 7pm. decided to continue working thru the night
since just a few more samples to finish. went for maghrib prayers first, it was like 10-15mins break
without turning off any of the equipments.

came back to the lab - continued my experiment expecting a simple job but.. nothing works.
i swear that i did not change anything, it's just a simple repeating experiment.

re-did my samples finished earlier in the afternoon - i can't get a reading.
turned-off my equipments and turned them on again - still nothing.

i tried a few times and i came to the conclusion that it's not worth to try further.

i shut off all my equipments, packed up and went back home.

the next morning i turned-on my setup (untouched), did my 1st sample.. and.. voila!
it's working fine.

shit, didn't want to ask what happened the evening before.

Goodnight ladies and gentlemen, its 12.45am here. I'll continue my sharing on supernatural/paranormal experience in my life and you read'm first here on lowyat.net. Please read my first sharing somewhere on page 4 on this thread.
2. Black magic and afterlife healings

Few years ago, one of my aunt commit suicide. She was married but unable to bear child due to fertility problem. She left behind my uncle (who is the younger brother of my father) and adopt two daughters (anak tiri) at which both of them are in their near 20's by the time of her death. Before her death, she was having severe amnesia (unable to sleep) leading to severe stress, making her starting to attempting to do unthinkable action. She has been attempting suicide before finally able to do so, by asking question such as where is the rat poison and looking for lighters attempting to burn their home. At some point before her death, she started talking to herself as if there is other people with her (some of our siblings heard that she mention that she was sitting down sitting with her late mother).

My uncle did send her to the hospital for treatment, she was okay for a short time, and the amnesia start to occurs again. She have been on medicine, but still unable to sleep. There were various rumors i heard which lead to her unfortunate sickness, some says; that she was too stressed since she was unable to bear child, some say; she was too skeptical that my uncle was cheating on her that leads to her stress. But the most famous rumors that someone close to her shared was that she was cursed by a black magic done by someone who has bad intention on her. My aunt have this attitude of talking bad things about others (bad mouthing) which make lots of her neighbors doesn't like she come around. A curious thing is that, she has completely normal health about a year before her death.

After her death, her adopted daughters has been in very sad condition. It was very understandable, since their stepmother was christian and committed suicide, the local priest in town has rejected to bless for her final respect and a alternative ceremony has to be held to complete her final respect. I'am quite unsure whether finally the father agreed to come by or not since I didn't attend her final respect. Few weeks gone by, and within these few weeks, my uncle and her two adopted daughters has experienced sighting of my aunt during nighttime, sometimes seen cooking in the kitchen, heard sound of her laughing, sitting on the sofas etc, making their life harder. They consult a famous local shaman for advice, and he mention that her soul was not in peace, still thinking that she was still alive thus explaining her constant appearance as an entity in the house. And the shaman suggest a ritual to be held to rest her lost soul.

I was in town during the ritual and was there to witness it, and I swear to God, that is probably one of the weirdest ritual I've seen in my life. The shaman, who was in his 50's and her assistance which was much older women near her 70's. They set up a bed which was decorated by lots of white sheets and flowers. The idea is that, the shaman assistance shall become the medium/vessel for the lost soul to sit in. The shaman would communicate with the lost soul by holding the vessel hands. All the time, the older women just laying there on the white bed and she was covered with other white sheets. To lure the lost soul, collection of items are required and place near the vessel such as hard boiled eggs, buah pinang, old rolled cigar, glutinous rice, etc.

The shaman was said to be ancestor of kumang (a famous local legend of warriors in Sarawak (Keling & Kumang), you can google it), which were believed to be very strong in spiritual world sometimes appears in one dreams offering ability to do spiritual healing. During the ritual, at some point, after a period of reciting, the shaman voice turn into a women voice and acted like one. He perform some incredibly weird act such as smoke the old rolled cigar and spoke of iban language with mixture of words of soms of them that me myself don't understand.

There were lots of supernatural activities happening that night during the ritual, and I can remember that suddenly there were sudden smell of fragrance and we can hear sound of footsteps at 2nd floor. Even though there are quite a number of people there witnessing the ritual, I can see that everyone was scared and no one is dare spoke a single word during the process. After few hours, the shaman suddenly stop reciting, and stand up. On his hand, the shaman bring along a plate (pinggan kaca) of items that I mention before (eggs, buah pinang, etc), and walk to the door in the kitchen. Some of the older person join his walk where he suddenly shouted " GO AWAY! WE DON'T NEED YOU HERE ANYMORE! YOU'RE ALREADY DEAD!" and slams the plate onto the floor breaking the plate. Now come the weirdest part..

He collects the broken plate and walk back to the vessel. To everyone surprise, he was walking back holding a complete plate which were not broken complete with all the items on top of the plate as if the plate was untouched. By then, I can hear some of the older folks whispering something to everyone ears and mention that the lost soul still don't want to separate from her adopted daughters even though after her death. Everything become very creepy, combined with some of the ladies and her daughters starts to break in tears hearing that. The shaman add in some more item on the plate and repeat the process again. And again, to everone surprise the shaman was back with a complete plate. Not until the third try, the plate was finally broken and the shaman says that she might be in peace.

After the ritual, ritual, the shaman asked my uncle and her adopted daughters to sleep at other house rather than their current house for at least 3 days. He says that he purpose is to left the house empty without any occupant. The shaman believe that after the ritual, the lost soul will come everyday to look for her daughters, and when she didn't find them there, the lost soul were lead to believed that she was at the wrong house and began to starts to forgets. The shaman says that her souls will wander there for few days, and the next day she will forgot why she was there and finally in the end, slowly faded to the other world...

I'm sorry I didn't take any picture or videos of the ritual, I'm scared to snap up something which are not from this world. Nonetheless, I'll attached picture of the skulls remains of a victims from native headhunters i got from the internet (Don't worry, the tradition of headhunting has long not being practices anymore, though the skull were still kept in most of the longhouse for spiritual protection).



Tune in for my next sharing tomorrow night, I'll try to.

U normally share ur dream stories in online forum?

How to check actually? 

err..
did u say
u check yr sis & sis-in-law's hymen ?