I finished reading this thread in 2 hours yay!

My story will be divided into 3 parts, my life as a kid, school life and adult. As a kid first.

Start from not that scary to scariest.

1. When it is school holiday, me and my brothers will go visit my parents in Jerudong, Brunei. It was the 90's and Jerudong Park is fairly new. My father is a site supervisor with a construction company in Brunei, and most of the worker are Thais. One day, my father came home for lunch and shared this story. One of his worker is dead.

His Thai worker was dead because of massive blood loss due to accident in workplace. Both his foot got caught under a steamroller when he was repairing it. They were clearing the jungle at that time and suddenly the steamroller move by itself. This guy's foot gets squashed and died before reaching the hospital. That night, around 2 am, both of my brothers, me, and my parents all hear something outside the house. Sounds like someone is dragging their body "Shhuuutt~shhuuuutt~". Because his house is like 10 metres from our house and he must go pass our house. This sound goes on for about 1 hour, going back and forth, and I was scared shit. And the house is terrace style with no divider.

The next day, a buddhist monk came and said the deceased came back last night to take a new pair of pants but cannot open his door because of his legs being squashed, thus unable to stand and reach the door knob. I think all of his belonging were cremated too. No more Thai worker 'ngesot' after that. I was 8 years old. And no demam, just sakit pepundi kencing because tahan kencing.

2. I've noticed there are stories about the 'marble' sound earlier in this thread. Well, my stories are somewhat similar, except it wasn't marble, it was more like a ball. It was in Mukah, a central region in Sarawak. My parents sent me and my brothers for school in Malaysia so we don't forget our roots. I don't live with my brothers though, I lived with my eldest aunt.

At one particular time, the village was rampant with the story of flying head, or 'penanggal'. Everyday, I hear stories about it in school. One night, there was no breeze and the moon was shining brightly. The only sound you can hear were the occasional cicadas and frog calling for the rain. We were all almost asleep until suddenly there was a loud bang on the roof. I was sleeping alone that time, and ran to my aunt's room. Then the banging starts. It was a zinc roof, so you can imagine the sound of the bang when hit with a ball.

The 'ball', sometimes after banging against the roof, would roll down to the end of the roof and we all waited until there is another thump. I cannot remember how long it lasted since I later fell asleep. There is no coconut trees or any trees higher than the house's roof nearby, certainly no cat or rats. I was 9 years old.

Replica of a melanau house. This Lamin Dana(meaning old house) is owned and managed by my aunt.



3. This is the scariest as a kid. I was still in Brunei, the only son left with my parents. My brothers is already living in Mukah. I was around 5 years old. My parents were looking for a place to stay because we just had a very long drive from Mukah (13-15 hours at that time) and house is still 2 hours long. So my father, who have been tired and sleepy, decided to take a rest somewhere besides the road. It was in Seria I think.

It must be past 12 am, and there is no more cars passing by. I was sleeping in the back seat when suddenly I can feel the car is lifted up, front hood first. I actually ended up in the back mirror of the car, and wanted to cry, but even my parents are speechless. So I just closed my eyes tightly and hoped for it to go away. I think my father asked for that thing to go away, and promised to leave. The thing just let go of the car so sudden that I bumped my head. Only then I cry. The surroundings is not as dark as before. There is actually a lot of streetlights just infront of us but we couldn't see it when the car was lifted.

My father pressed the throttle and sped up to our home in Jerudong. If any of you has been to Brunei through land, there is a stretch of road with white sands besides them. My father told me and my mom the next morning, that there was someone so tall(my guess would be hantu tinggi), waving to us besides the road. The roadside at that area during that time have no trees, and only one signboard. Sometime later, we pass around the area where our car was lifted, and the place where the car is parked is actually under a banyan tree. We couldn't see the tree before, maybe too tired.

This is banyan tree. Don't know what is it in Malay. The tree in my case is a lot smaller.


Okay later continue about my school life when have time to type.