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13 years ago, dad bought a corner lot semi D while it was still under-con in new taman. The living room was so large, we had 3 sets of sofas. 1 one of the set comprised of 2 long sofas that can sit 5 people comfortably each (Important for later). Had a glass wine cabinet behind the main sofa, by the walls of the stairs as well (Important for later also) I had my own room, but that room only got a small window and it was facing the back of the house, so there's barely any sunlight coming into that room. I was too scared so I slept in the master bedroom with my parents. I put my desktop was in the living room, and every night when it was just me alone gaming downstairs, I can feel that got someone keep looking at me from the corner of my eye. Then I move my desktop upstairs to the common living area by the balcony cause scared already, at least move upstairs still ok a bit since parents' room just beside. Then I spent a lot of my time gaming till the wee hours of the night, and the unsettling feeling came back a few days after moving the desktop upstairs. The feeling of someone peeking at me from the corner, but this time it came from 2 places, from the stairs, and from my room. I often close my room door, but it sometimes opens itself, and it only happens during the night when I'm alone... I complained to my dad, and he just told me to "grow up, there's no such thing as ghost". Ok lo, no one believe me, what to do, I just continue my life lo..

Then one day when I was walking down the stairs, I saw my dad lying on the long sofa horizontally, watching TV like typical uncle la, but there was something off. The sofa set was not in the usual L shape config, but rather a V shape. I asked my dad why you sit the sofa until like that? I get no response, ok la, tak pe. Don't know what his problem, ignore me sial. Once I reached the last flight of stairs, I turned my head towards the wine cabinet, and to my horror, I saw the back of a woman in white in the reflection, kicking the sofa which my dad is lying on. I screamed and ran towards the kitchen to find my mom, but kena slapped for making so much noise. Explained what I saw and no one believed me again.

Tomorrow when I came back from tuition, I saw my dad watching TV while sitting on a dining table chair which he placed in the yard. He was watching TV from outside which was super weird. When asked why he did that, he didn't answer, and basically just ignored the question. That same night, I suddenly started to sleepwalk and fking hell I actually walked from my parents' room to the outside of my house and just stand in the middle of the road for 10mins. I even managed to open all the doors and auto gates. These events got caught on the CCTV installed in my house. I only knew about this after watching back the footage the next day, and it scared the living shit out of me as I never sleepwalked in my life. And watching the CCTV footage wasn't a coincidence, we had to watch it because that night when I was standing in the middle of the road, the taman guard actually brought me back to my house and ring the doorbell until my parents came down to get me.

We then moved immediately the next day to a hotel temporarily, and to another rented house in like 2 days, and as we moved the last piece of furniture out of the house, my dad told me, actually he was scared as hell as well, as he knew the stuff that has been happening, but didn't expect that things would get so out of control (i.e. me sleepwalking out of the house). He didn't want to scare us that time. He also confessed that he had an encounter where he was face to face with the ghost, when he shouted and cursed at her, asking her to leave the family alone, but proven by my sleepwalking, she had malicious intent.

Several years back I bought a house through auction in D*** area. It was an abandoned project.

While doing some drafting for it (I had already demolished the abandoned structure) at that time.... I used to have a thing to bring a drawing board to the land site and sketch by pencil as to what I could envision.

While doing that, one Mercedes SL showed up followed by a Volvo XC90 showed up. One 40-something malay-White mixed guy got out of the car, he asked if I was who I am and whether I was still one of the consultants at a certain firm... I was like bugger me, how the fark does he know so much about me as I seriously had no idea who he was. He then told me he was the owner of the neighboring house and thought I could help him out as well as he wanted to rebuild his house. I never knew what type of house was next to mine as the fence is 8ft high and there were very tall trees that blocked the view from the street.

He gave me his card and asked if we could have an informal meeting. I told him he could meet me at the Coffee Bean at MK later that day but he must bring me some specifications and land titles. He told me no problem.

I did more sketching for an hour then went to the Coffee Bean. I looked at his name card, did some searches then realized his name card was without his royal titles and he was a director of at least 14 GLCs and 6 quassi government agencies. He arrived, came in a Ferrari and had bodyguards on 3 Ducatis follow him. I asked him how he knew my name, he told me, I asked him why he approached me as many persons are better specialized in this, then he told me one of the managing partners of the firm I was consultants to told him to contact me as I would be interested to do a deal. 

He then told me how he got to own the house and what he hoped to have.

The gist of it :-

-He was the son of a consort + (cat paw.jpg) of a certain state.
-His father told him the house + some organized fast tracks was all he can get and as the rest he can't touch.
-His house had been abandoned since 2004 and he was given ownership of it in 2014.
-There was an extension that was built in 2002 and things started going wrong ever since.

He told me he wanted to build a replica of a baroque house and in particular he wanted one he once visited in Austria.

We got on talking and I somehow felt he was not telling me something.

Towards the end of the meeting (we had spoken from 4pm till it was near closing time) I asked him was there something he wanted to tell me. He summoned one of his bodyguards with a briefcase, he told me not to worry he could pay and opened the briefcase there was at least RM200,000 cash in there RM100 notes.

I told him there was no doubt he could pay but was there something else. He told me yeah, the existing structure was very haunted and many bomohs have come by but been unable to solve it. I told him interesting, he took out a set of keys and asked if I wanted to go take a look. I told him let me study the land and the existing structure as well as check the specs of that baroque building he was after, told him I will see him again in 2 days and we can then view the site.

I studied some of the photos he had given me, I looked through the land specs and how the building sat on it and I also looked at how to renovate it to be that baroque building he was after. I studied the part where the house had an extension, it was built where a terraced garden and pool used to be. I wasn't sure at first what was the reason behind it.

The nite before I was due to meet him, he called me to tell me  to wear something disposable and to bring a set of change when we go for site visit.

I took a taxi there for our 11am meet.

He was there waiting for me, he invited me to jump into the Range Rover and it was driven along the pathway.

We were surrounded by weeds and more weeds. Some of the weeds were extra tall at least 12ft tall. I told him I'd like to see the extension first, so the driver brought the Range Rover right to where the old met the newer.

I immediately noticed one thing, it had some very bad cracks and these weren't standard stuff. While looking at it one of the bodyguards suddenly started praying. He then said he swore he saw the curtain behind the window move and he saw a glimpse of something shadowy.

I asked the owner if he had any of the original topography charts for the house and if possible one that went back before the house was built. He made a few calls and told me it would be available within an hour. I asked him if he knew the reason for the cracks or if he had any of the original blue prints, he said that one was unavailable and he was unaware of the reason. He asked if it was a course for concern I told him I don't know without having a closer look.

He asked if I wanted to walk the perimeter of the house or drive to the driveway. I thought let's walk and the driver could bring the car. We walked along the apron of the house. Then we came to the front of the house, followed by one of his bodyguards.

There was a place to park cars covered in a shade, 16 cars were parked there. 6 Mercedes, 4 Jaguars including an E-Type, 2 BMWs, 2 Audis and an Austin Se7en as well as an old Austin 7. I asked him what's the story of those cars, he said everyone left in a hurry when they abandoned the house and everything was left behind. He told me there was another garage as well, he led me to it and opened it up where 9 cars were parked 2 RRs, 3 Porsches, 2 Range Rovers, 1 Holden and a Lamborghini. There were 6 Harley Davidsons as well.

I told him if he wanted to show me inside the house. Then we realized the car was nowhere to be seen. He told me he didn't want to go inside. All of a sudden a black cat appeared, making very loud noises and kept circling us. This cat was unusually very black and it seemed well fed but did not appear to have an owner. I then noticed everyone just froze and all of a sudden the cat ran into the bush. The client asked his bodyguard whether he saw it. I was like what did you see? They said they saw something circling us and it was a shadowy thing. I then told him I only saw a black cat. He insisted there was no black cat. Then again all of them froze. I looked around and then remembered something my MIL told me whenever we encounter such things. All of a sudden a snake started swirling towards us and stopped 3ft away from me, a very unusual snake because it was like the cat very black and it did not have any other markings on it. I took 2 steps back and then started shouting at it in all the bad words I could think off and to tell it to go away I was here to work and find money to feed my family, better go away before I fed him to a bunch of chinamen. All of a sudden it got out of its attack pose and went away to which I said thank you.

The client asked what was it I saw, I told him I saw a very black snake with no markings on it. He was like you saw what?? That is terrible. He then said we should get going, I told him we should take a look inside the house as I wanted to see how was the crack relative to the outside. He was like what you not had enough for a day.. Just then he said he received an email with the original topography of the land, he said let's go back to the car to look through it.

I replied yeah maybe we could go find some lunch first, he agreed and started calling out for the driver but he didn't reply. We decided to walk back to where the car was..... we found the driver he was seated in a fetal position and shivering away without any clothes on. He then started speaking in a different voice, like an old lady's voice. My client froze told the body guard quickly load him in the back as we had to rush to a bomoh.

The bodyguard lifted him into the rear and closed him in. The key was in the ignition, he tried it and he said the car wouldn't start. It appeared as if nothing was happening. My client tried and he also couldn't get it started. He reached into the glove box and took out some holy water and splashed it around. Still nothing. He and the bodyguard then went to the rear to check on the driver. I took the key. I shouted my God save the Queen. The Queen commanded that this car be built free of demons. I turned the ignition and all of a sudden that Range Rover started up. I told them to hold him in the rear seat, they slammed the tailgate with the driver still in the rear, they jumped in, he told me quickly floor it.

I calmly drove off, as I drove down the path we came up the client suddenly shouted to watch out. I stopped the car, it was that black cat again. It was right by the gate. I got out and started shouting and scolding that cat the same way I scolded the snake. The cat suddenly mellowed and ran like it was scared.

I got back into the car, the body guard got down to open the gate. As he opened the gate I noticed something creeping at the top of the walled fence post. I sounded the horn, the the body guard turned around and he froze. I put the parking brakes and the gear into P and shut off the engine.

I climbed the bonnet and started shouting at the snake. This time the bodyguard also joined in and started shouting in malay whatever it was to go away and don't disturb us as we were here to work. I told it to go away and one more time I see him I would cut him up and feed him to a chinaman. It went away.

I got back into the Range Rover, started it up and drove past the gate and the client said drive to a house near Segambut where they unloaded the driver to be with a bomoh. He then said we better find a place to change, we got onto the NKVE and raced to the Sg Buloh RnR where I quickly took a shower and changed, they did the same and went to pray at the surau. After that we brought our clothes to a secluded area of the RnR and set fire to it.

Client then said let's wait for another car. He made a phone call and while having a drink a BMW X5 showed up and he did a key for key swap and he said let's get out of there, he told the driver to bring the car to get washed and cleaned up then told the bodyguard to take the day off. He drove us to one of the malls that his company was the main shareholder and we sat at a Starbucks to discuss the situation.

He asked me whether I was still on board with him. I told him let's talk business. He then told me the house was once lived in by his stepmother who used a lot of blackmagic and it somehow became worse after the house had a renovation and extension. Then he said earlier his driver was speaking in the voice of his deceased stepmother and that she was a very evil woman that was very greedy for money and power within the household. He even said she will make the then FLOM seem mild by comparison. Then he said he believes the black cat I saw was actually a cat his stepmother used to own. I told him cats don't live that long especially without food. Then he showed me a picture of a black cat but I told him it wasn't the same cat I saw. He then asked me whether I wanted to take on the project, turnkey project, he named his price and everything within the house was mine to keep including the cars.

He then showed me the original topography of the land, I compared it against where the extension was built and hit jackpot. He then said the extension was built where a swimming pool was and had a terrace leading up to it, said the reason why his late father closed up the pool was something to do with over the last 30 years there were 80 cases of incidents where someone tripped because they felt they were pushed. It did not take me long but what happened was the pool was originally built upon a flattened summit, later on the whole house had issues because it essentially took on the summit. The summit of a hill or mountain are extremely bad places to place buildings on as it is claimed to be resting places of certain "souls" and this isn't an uncommon issue with many hilltop bungalows or telecommunication stations or towers. I told him a real baroque replica was difficult to do but I could do him a modern interpretation of a baroque design of  the exact building he wanted but I told him he needed to add top up money.

We agreed, signed a contract and he deposited around 50% of the amount required.

I brought in 2 mediums/shamans, 1 from Sarawak and another from Thailand. They both agreed there was something evil about the land and I should give it a through cleanse. I decided to let the Thai one into the house. When he came out he said I could go in if I wanted, I told him to bring the one from Sarawak first, he also said the contents of the house is fine but be very careful over one room and agreed it was safe for me to enter.

I entered and first thing I saw was a picture of a certain lady with a black snake. I told them about my encounter. The Sarawakian then told me he knew about this and said it was harmless.... he helped me to remove it. Took it outside the house and burnt it.

I took a look at the house, it was one heck of a place, chandeliers were every where and gold plating too. However interestingly there wasn't much in the way of furniture such as beds, tables, sofas or any chairs in general. It appeared to me that when the house was abandoned it wasn't left in a hurry or it wasn't lived in.

While looking around we realized one thing, the wood floors were 6ft x 6ft timber slabs, some of them in every room appeared as if it could be opened. We found 8 such openings. Of the 8, 5 of them contained a safe. 1 led to a room that had around 20 suitcases. 1 was just an empty chamber and 1 led to the garage. I decided to leave it as it is. Then decided to exit. Suddenly that black snake appeared, it kept hissing and hissing at the Sarawakian. The Sarawakian caught it then starred it in the eye, he then told us the spirit of the person is living within the snake and said it was the same lady whose picture we saw in the house. He cursed the snake, slit it and drained its blood outside of the gate of the house. Told it something along the lines it had been warned not to disturb, now it disturbed therefore this was what would happen to it.

During that time, the Thai started digging and he said he found the soil of the house contained a lot of long and very sharp needles, it was longer than an iPad and 2mm thick. The Sarawakian then said he had seen the exact needle in another house owned by the same family. said it came from Papua and these needles had once been laced with either blood or human oil, usually cadaver oil. They told me to be careful when clearing these soils and like in a previous house I had done he said make sure the workers don't break any of it.

I contacted the client and asked him if they had any dealings in Papua, he then told me the stepmother did own businesses there and she also was privy to a very powerful shaman there. I proposed we wash the soil before throwing it out and then I would organized for it to be refilled. He then told me he wanted the new soil to be washed and "sterilized" before being used. He agreed to pay more money for it too. I gave him the plan and he agreed to it.

I started by towing out all the cars and parked it at the neighboring lot. Then sprayed weed killers and had them burn it away. Took 2 weeks to clear away everything. I built a makeshift dredge and pumped high pressure water and used another pump to divert it to my dredge which separated stone, soil and metals.

In the 1st day, I told them to start at the far edges of the land.

Then I had several Indonesian workers carefully remove all the timber panels and planks because those were very good ones, also extremely expensive ones. Once the timbers were removed, we started removing some of the marble panels as those were rare stuff out there and there was one panel of it that easily could buy a house in PJ SS2. We removed it mainly using a hydrocutter. Managed to save around 70% of the marble in the house.

I had it stored in a light industrial lot I rented for this purpose. Also moved all 20 suitcases there. Took 2 weeks to do and the soil reclamation work was very slow as well but on the 4th week we managed to clear a 1m wide and 9m deep clearing around the perimeter of the land which we quickly started on a retaining wall.

On the 2nd week, we started demolishing the house using 2 large excavators. We weren't taking chances. Interesting coincidence?? The lorries that brought the excavators to our site in a span of 3 days both were involved in a major accident that injured the driver. Both of them said while driving it was as if they saw something cross the road that wasn't human or animal. One of the lorries met with an accident near Kuala Kubu Bharu and it so happened I was going there and saw the remains of the lorry, it had skidded and went into a tree and badly damaged the cab. I was only interested in 1 thing, the tires and true enough on one of the mudflaps there was one of those needles that the Thai shaman found, it was stabbed into the flap. I called the owner of the lorry, told him to bring a bomoh he said he didn't believe. I went to see the driver in the hospital. He had a broken leg and lots of cuts as well as bruises. I asked him to tell me how he drove out as the orders was to not drive onto the soil, he did say he drove at one part of the soiled area and got stuck, therefore he floored it to get unstuck. He then said the whole time he was driving he kept feeling very cold. I asked him if he knew a bomoh, he said he wasn't from the area then one of the nurses said the FIL is a bomoh and could call him. I told her to ask him to meet me by the police station right away. Suddenly the owner of the lorry called me and asked why I asked him to send a bomoh. I told him what happened at the project site, he then said his son developed a very high fever and they can't find a reason for it. I told him to come to the police station, I will show him what I meant.

He came by as did the bomoh. I brought them to see it, the owner said small matter only he can pull it out himself. The bomoh told him not to touch it, he straight away asked if this was taken from a certain town and from a certain person. He said only 1 person in MY is known to have used this type of needle based curse and it comes only from 1 place in Indonesia. He then said he didn't dare touch that as it was something very powerful. The owner said to move away he will pull it out himself. He did exactly that and suddenly he started shivering and walked with a hunchback.... he starred at me and then at the bomoh and started scolding us....except he spoke in the same voice it was the same voice that I heard that driver of my client had when I did the site visit. The bomoh said the owner of that needle has taken over and now the only way was to chase it out. I told the bomoh to stay with him, I drove to one Taoist temple nearby and asked for help.... good thing I'm well known in that temple and 2 monks came with me to see what they could do. They managed to sort him out, the lorry driver did recover while the other one was uninjured.

Back to the house. After finding out how serious the situation was, I asked the Thai and Sarawakian to be permanently be based at the site. Every morning before work started the shamans did a session of appeasing, 3 days and the house was completely demolished and flattened, we removed the debris and trucked it out to a barge to be dumped at sea. We also used the excavators to lift out those safes. 2 of them were as big as Perodua Myvi and needed both excavators to lift it out and they weren't new, all were built in the 70s and clearly it was there for a long time. All of them were sent to the industrial lot except the 2 which we smashed open only to find it empty, it wasn't locked anyway, we cut those up and sent it for scrap.

We continued clearing the soil. Every day we cleared we collected at least 50-100 of those needles. All of them our shamans burnt them. Then as we started clearing soil closer to where the gate was we started finding daggers, some were sheathed and some were bare, some were definitely antiques while some were just ceremonial ones. Finally when the last bit of soil were were clearing was dredged out we counted 49 daggers, 6 knives, 2 swords and 1 shield. Needles?? The shamans consistently burnt off 50-100 every day we operated that dredge.

I asked my client whether he wanted those daggers, knives and swords back as it was clearly something that belonged to his family. He came by every few days to check on progress and finally we had a discussion of what to do with those daggers, knives and swords as well as the shield. I told him I didn't want any of them, he brought several curators to come take a look. We were both quite astounded that they were buried so deep in the soil and how it got there without no one noticing. Some if you look at it was buried at least 5m into the soil which isn't easy to dig into without machinery.

The curators said the swords and shield were from the client's great grandfather era. Said those were forged in England rather than locally. The knives were unknown and probably worth nothing. The daggers interestingly were from several different states and the ceremonial ones weren't from the state we thought it was from and said it should be returned to the household that owns them. I told them they could have it back on condition our names were not mentioned but they said they had to reveal. I told them in that case it was to be scrapped. I let each of them take 2 that they thought was most valuable for historical reasons and the rest I would scrap it Suddenly all 3 of those curators started fighting among themselves and then they started attacking my client going so far as to call him all kinds of names.... he knew what was going on. He quickly told me to destroy them. Straight away it was destroyed by a compactor and then we sent it to a scrap metal dealer. Money I received all went to a church.

Then it got me curious, what were in those 20 suitcases and safes that were locked.

I brought the Thai shaman to be with me,

We tried the 1st suitcase. It was empty.

We tried the 2nd suitcase. It was empty.

We tried the 3rd suitcase. It was empty. Then I took a scissor, slashed the lining and uhhhhh it was full of those needles.

I rechecked the other 2 and true enough it was full of needles as well.

We tried the 4th suitcase, it had several photos of rather prominent persons with needles stuck into them. Some were newspaper cuttings of that person.

We tried the 5th suitcase, there were several wooden dolls and we saw those needles been pushed into it as well.

We moved those 5 suitcases outside poured some petrol on it and set it ablaze.

We then decided to open 5 more suitcases and slashed the linings as well. Also the same story. All 5 were burnt.

We then tried 5 more that were really heavy. It was full of bottles with some kind of liquid in it. When we set fire to it the fire had a certain funny odor to it as well.

Then we decided to open the final 5 suitcases. All 5 contained either photos or dolls with those needles stabbed to it. Again these were all set ablaze. Then we washed away the ashes into the main drain. That morning I contacted someone I know that sold pigs, told him to get me as much pork skin and ears as he could spare me.

The pig skin was dried out and cut into smaller pieces then placed at various places around that industrial lot, I then kept a few pieces in my car, house and one on me as well.

3 days later my client called me to ask  how were things going and wanted to meet up for a chat, he suddenly suggested a "non halal" place. He asked me what have I been up to as ever since the day we met the curators at first he was feeling unwell as were his family. Then he said since yesterday everyone was feeling very well and even his blood pressure was lower. I then told him about the suitcases I found..... he then said he had seen those suitcases before and always assumed it was full of cash.

It got me interested, so it would be the time for the remaining safes wouldn't it? It contained jewelry, 6 figures in cash, several land titles which I returned to the client and some government documents.The jewelry I soaked them in pork lard and then had it smelted down then sold it, the money and together with what I had gained I donated it to several churches and temples. 

The client and me then went over the final details and he told me to press on as he thought after this was over I should help him organize something similar for his other house that he had to abandon right around the same time and had to live in condos after condos. 

I organized the back filling and redid the earth works. Not a single accident. Hill treatments and I had essentially restored the summit and peaks then planted several fast growing trees on it. Even had a resident owl among those trees.

Then the foundations were built, main structure put up and he had his dream house.

All the cars?? I had it dismantled and sold them off as parts other than the 4 Jaguars which I had them sold complete but were exported out. The only car I kept was that Austin Se7en which I had it restored. 2 of the cars were government vehicles so I quietly had them towed to a police station and left it there.
He paid me good money for it and he also had me do quite a few other projects for him...... including another very scary one.

He and his family been living there for the last few years all were well at this house and I did several more projects for him as well as several other projects for people he knew.

6 months ago he called me, he did not have any projects for me for a while and I stopped taking on any new projects as I was unsure whether I would have time to complete it. He asked me to bring those shamans over as he believed something bad had happened. Alas the Sarawakian had passed on while the Thai was busy so he couldn't come but he sent someone over whom he vouched for is very good.

2 days later I went to the house with the Thai shaman. I asked the client to come out first to meet us as he did not want to tell us the problems over the phone. He asked us to jump into his Range Rover and we went to DH area to have a chat. He told us someone had targeted him and his family, most likely someone he is related to then he showed us a photo of the owl that had been speared, he told us those spears are unusual ones as they weren't new, someone obviously knew that owl was a protectant of the area hence wanted it gone.

The shaman then asked him to drive as close to his outside fence as possible. On the other side of his house away from mine I noticed there were banana trees planted I asked him who planted those he said he had no idea as that was the first time he was seeing it. However there was something even more sinister, all those banana trees (8 of them) were propped up but of the 4 props used, 1 of it was also a spear.

The shaman told me a few things and I quickly asked one Orang Asli I knew to trap me an owl and I asked a pork wholesaler I knew to get me around 500kg of pork fat.

Then as we walked near the front fence of the house hidden by the hedges we found 20 more of those spears stabbed into the ground. All of them were intentionally aimed against a tree at the rear of the fence. The shaman told my client to try to get everyone out of the house quietly and to live in a hotel for a few days. The pork seller told me had 300kg of fat. I told him to hold on where he was at as I would come to him. Suddenly the shaman said he would like to take a look inside the house and that he'd walk instead of use the car, he told us to stay close to him and unexpectedly the shaman asked the client if he knew who left a flower pot at a certain spot and when it was done. Client said he had no clue as he had never seen that pot.

Shaman then said when he lifted the pot we would know who placed it there. He gave the pot several kicks and lifted the pot.... a black snake again crawled out of there. I started scolding and swearing at that snake, the shaman said it isn't the same person but the descendant of that person. The shaman lifted that snake and told it not to return and what would happen if we saw it again. He then gave that snake a flinging to outside the gate. Suddenly my client started tearing, sobbing and crying while sitting on the ground. He then said he had failed to protect his family. I told him let's see what can be done about it instead what's passed is past, his son came out to see why the father was looking pale and dejected. He told his son that they had been tricked and betrayed, told him to pack him and his younger siblings and quickly go to a hotel. The son ran off.

Client then said he had a half brother from the late father's wife stay in the house 2 weeks ago and he came as a peacemaker and offered some business and land deals as well. Also gave them a gift which was an antique knight suit.

Shaman became very interested to see that knightsuit or anything that was left behind. He brought us to it, shaman took a look and asked if he had opened it or worn it before, the shaman took a look inside the suit and asked if he was aware in the inside of the suit there were darts and spears. The shaman then asked if the person that gave it also gave them something they could personally wear or eat. Client asked the family to bring out everything their uncle had given them. There were everything from jewelry to food stuff to clothes and also books. The shaman asked us if we had access to this chemical called luminol and a black light. Client made a few phone calls and he said he can get some.

Shaman then told us the reason why the owl was killed was because the owl was the client's protectant and the person that killed it knew about it. I asked why or how he knew, the client then said he himself told that person that there was a resident owl and when he said it he recalled that the face of that person did change. The Orang Asli then contacted me told me he had 3 owls that he managed to trap, 1 male and 2 females. The shaman told me to release 1 of the females and bring the 2 over. We then went to collect the pork fat, the 2 owls and luminol as well as the air samak. Also went to get an oxylene torch.

When we came back to the house, the shaman tied the leg of each of the owls to the client's wrist then told him to walk around the perimeter of his 3 times and then 2 times around the perimeter of the land while the shaman chanted and at the end of it he told the client to feed both those owls a bit of water, then stand by the main door of the house and cut the string that tied the owl's legs. The owls then took to one of the tall trees.

Then the shaman told them to go pray at their usual spot within the house. After they had prayed, he sprayed luminol on all the stuff that was given as gifts, nothing showed up except one of the necklace had a pendant in the shape of the state crest. It was attached to a somewhat longer gold chain, shaman asked if anyone had worn it, the client's wife said she had worn it twice during an official function, shaman then asked if after wearing it she felt anything unusual, she answered that she started having some chest pains but when she went to a doctor was told nothing was wrong. He removed the pendant, then asked her to put on the chain, shaman then said the curse was on the pendant and the chain was purposely made to be that length so it would be right at her heart area when she wore it.

The shaman then asked for 2 large pots as he was going to make pork lard oil. I told him the house was a muslim house, he said it was the only effective way, the client told me it was okay and brought 2 pots. He crackled it down, then mixed it with some alcohol and did some chanting. He then asked the client to take his hand. He did as he was told then he whispered that he to try his best to touch the forehead and heart area of his wife.

Client touched her forehead no issues. When he tried to touch her chest area the wife starred at him and told him to stay away from her, she suddenly went after the shaman and when the husband tried to pull her back she scratched him all over. She seriously fought and made all kinds of shrieking noises but he did manage to touch her chest area and all of a sudden she calmed down and she asked her husband what had happened. She said she only knew he had come into the house and touched her forehead and then she had no recollection of what had happened and how did she end up outside when she swore they were in the living room earlier. She then said she suddenly no longer felt that chest pain that she had been feeling the last few days. The shaman then told them the person who had placed a curse on them used a period blood and cadavor oil based curse, said it was very similar to one commonly found in southern Thailand.

The shaman saw one bbq and asked if he could use it instead, he started making more pork lard oil, while he was crackling those pork fat, the client's wife screamed her lungs out and the client froze as well as the 2 owls started circling above us and made very loud noises. I saw what was coming up the driveway straight at us. 4 snakes black snakes were coming straight at us. I started shouting and scolding them, told them not to come disturb why come back and disturb us bringing friends along. The shaman tapped my should said too late. He stepped on 3 of their heads and caught the biggest one..... all 3 he placed them directly on the gas burner of the bbq. The biggest one he boiled it alive tail first as it hissed and started chanting while doing so. He then asked either the client or his wife to get a pair of thong and asked one of them to put the head into the hot pork lard oil. The client said he would do it and went into the kitchen to get a pair of thong then held the snake's head into the boiling lard then the shaman kept chanting and pour some alcohol into the lard to flame it up till the snake charred. The shaman then took the snake and put it directly onto the gas flame till it could no longer be found.

He then went into the house, took all the gifts that the person brought into the house, then he fired up the oxylene torch to cut open that knightsuit. Then he removed all the darts and spears that were inside the suit. Again luminol was sprayed on it and entire spear and dart had at some point been dipped with blood. He dipped all the tips into the pork oil and it had one heck of a flame show. The shaman then asked if there was anything else in the house that were given by that person that put the curse, he then said to bring the flower pot as well. The client then said the BBQ he was using was given by that person as well. He said he had another BBQ or he could fire up one gas cooker he uses whenever there is a kenduri. The BBQ was the cut up into pieces with the oxylene torch as well.

The shaman then put everything into a pile, poured some pork oil on it and then asked for some petrol which the client sucked out some from one of the cars. He then set it on fire and that was one heck of a flame.

The shaman then said he had cleared everything from inside the house, now he had to deal with the banana trees and the spears outside the house. The shaman asked if we had access to a tractor, more pork fat and piglets as well as around 8 bottles of vodka or high alcohol rice wine. It was already 6pm at that time. I asked 2 pig sellers that I knew they both said not available yet and piglet a bit hard to get. My client then said he knew a breeder, he made a call and asked how many piglets was needed, the shaman said 28 and about 400kg of pork fat. The shaman then said he will do a protective action and asked for blood from 40 pigs and an extra 500kg of pork fat but that would be needed the next day. Client said he didn't care he said better order more and ordered 1000kg of pork fat and blood from 100 pigs, the then told us we did not know who we were dealing with and he was very certain these bunch would be back. Tractor?? He summoned one contractor to send one over immediately.

He told the client and wife to go observe their prayers. The stuff we ordered arrived. The shaman wasted no time in making more pork lard oil. When they came back from their prayers he told them to ask their children to be outside, away from a car, anything hot, don't be eating anything and to just sit somewhere, he told them to go sit in a cinema but don't have any food or drinks with them and just stay calm, he then told the 2 of them to stay close to me and asked me to stand away from where the tractors arm could reach, then said if anything happens it was just momentarily and they would all be fine.

He took some lard oil, splashed it where it had pierced the tree, where it was wedged into the ground and where he would hold it. He started to chant and then burnt the place he would hold and where it pierced the tree. He then would pull that spear away from the ground and pulled it out from the tree, after that he poured the entire bottle of vodka by where the tree had been pierced and where it met the ground, he then poured the lard oil at where it was pierced and where it met the soil, then set fire to it at where he had poured the lard and vodka. He then had the tractor knock down and pull away that banana tree once the tree was knocked down, he had the tractor did a 3ft x 3ft x 6ft deep pit then threw a piglet in there then covered the hole and poured some lard oil on there. After that he pour diesel on the tree and set it on fire. Onto the next one he started on.

When he did the 3rd one, the client's wife felt very cold and started to shiver and shake. She held tightly on my hand and I could seriously feel her heart racing as if she had run a marathon and then as the tree was set on fire she let go my hand and she tried speaking, the shaman told her to be quiet. On the 6th tree, same thing happened to my client, he started shivering and he started holding onto his chest, he grabbed onto my hand and tried to say something but couldn't be heard. Once the tree was burnt off again the shaman told him not to say a thing.

Once the 8th tree was set on fire. The shaman asked my client to contact his children to ask if everything was okay. He called the eldest and asked if they were okay, he then told him to tell him about it later and return to the hotel as soon as the cinema was over. The shaman then told us each of those banana trees represented the client, the wife and their children. He said whatever it was that was disturbing them left them when he burnt those tree that represented them. The wife vomited on knowing what had happened. Shaman then said the piglets were a good protectant against these curses and black magic hence the reason one is being buried where the tree used to be.

The shaman then did the same thing with the spears that were pierced into the ground in the front of the house. When he pulled out the spear he would pour more pork oil and then poured some petrol to set it ablaze. After that he used the tractor to dig a ditch that was 1ft deep and the width of the bucket on the outside perimeter of the house. Then he poured the pigs' blood and the remainder of the oil as well as several pieces of fat, then did some chanting while burning incense and finally he told both husband and wife to go into the house and quickly bath then pray.

We borrowed the client's pickup truck, loaded all the spears, the remnants of the burnt out metal and then sent it to a smelter.

After it was over, we went to the Sg Buloh RnR and showered, then sent him to KLIA where he took a flight back to Bangkok.

When I met the client 2 days later, he told me all his children were safe and he had emptied out the house of everything and donated it to charity and will start again. He then gave me some cash and asked me to give it to that shaman (in the 6 figures) as they cannot be thankful enough and from now on won't let anyone visit the house.

Cremation has no effect, the soul still guard the place where the ashes are placed, just think of it like a normal grave is landed property and the columbarium are Condos.

I think I will share one of the story that made me learn a lot about the concept of Hell. if you all want to know, wandering spirits can actually hide from people that can see them if they wanted to. I remember I made a trip to Genting with my coursemates after our final exam, I was driving, and after the trip, we drove back to our hometown, my coursemates were all from the same hometown, so of course the last one to go home was me lor. I remember reaching home wee hours of the morning, around 4am. As my brother opened the gate. he tapped on my car window and told me someone riding on top of my car, ask me to halau first before driving into the carpark (then he went back to sleep). So I got down from the car and saw that a wandering spirit was really sitting on top of my car, a Malay Pakcik. (so for people with 3rd Eye, maybe you can confirm if this was common, but for me, when communicating with spirits, more like you are saying something in your heart, not spoken out verbally). I ask the Pakcik what he wants and why he follow me back. The Pakcik told me, he has been stuck in Genting for a long time, then saw my car passby and he felt that I can see him, so he tag along, and he wants me to help him "crossover".

I don't know why, maybe I was in a good mood, so I told him can he wait near the bamboo groves near my house (now you all know why never plant bamboo in your house compound). Few hours later I call my Sifu to ask what should I do, my sifu just told me do a simple ritual to help him cross-over, just need to prepare some stuff and chant some simple sutras. So I did lor. Prepare the incense, some hell money and offering of fruit, meat and Guinness. As night came, I told the Pakcik, "Are you ok if I use Buddhist way to send you cross over, as I do not know Muslim way"...he replied whatever as long as can Jalan.

So started to burn the incense and candle, then burn a request with the Pakcik's name, while chanting, then stop chanting and burn the hell notes. The Pakcik recieved the money after completely burning it and ask what are these for? I told him later there will be hell guards coming to escort you to the place you suppose to go, these are to eh...hmmmm..give to the guards as derma ikhlas (not bribing ar..derma) few moments later, the Hell guards came, started to enjoy the offering and drink the Guinness, then saw the Pakcik giving them the derma and the Pakcik left with the guards.

Nest day I went to my Sifu's place and ask him, how come our Buddhist way works on a Muslim? then he told me how the system works.

So to explain it so that all the k'tards here can understand. Basically Hell is like a SSC (Shared Service Centre0 just like large conglomerate has an SSC for Payroll and such. A soul is brought down to hell and there are 18 levels, each level has a judge and each level punishes for different bad deeds, example Soul A will report himself to Level ! that punishes for Greed, and the judge will read to the soul what kind of Greed sin that the soul has committed and how long he needs to spend at Level 1, after he pays of for the Greed Sin, he goes to level 2 that punishes for being unfilial, if Soul A did not commit any Sin of this type, he moves to level 3 and so on. So at the end of the Level 18, the individual reps from the Souls's religion will come and take the Soul to the next point.

any Questions so far?