<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676</id><updated>2012-01-23T16:46:33.526+08:00</updated><category term='Poster'/><category term='Hysteria'/><category term='Banshee'/><category term='Miri'/><category term='Suicide'/><category term='hantu bangkit'/><category term='Baram'/><category term='Batu Niah'/><category term='Riam'/><category term='hotel'/><category term='Lutong'/><category term='Hantu Tinggi'/><category term='machan'/><category term='Graveyard'/><category term='Qingming Festival'/><category term='Jungle'/><category term='Tudan'/><category term='Serian'/><category term='kuching'/><category term='Bintulu'/><category term='Krokop'/><category term='Grave Relocation'/><category term='Pontianak'/><category term='Haunted House'/><category term='University'/><category term='Kokler'/><category term='murder'/><category term='sibu'/><category term='Vampire'/><category term='Ghost Prevention Tips'/><category term='curtin'/><category term='Japanese Occupation'/><category term='curse'/><category term='kanowit'/><category term='Aroma'/><category term='Durin'/><category term='strange event'/><category term='Hunting Trip'/><category term='chinese'/><category term='senadin'/><category term='Hungry Ghost Festival'/><category term='Tanjong Lobang'/><category term='Malay'/><category term='School'/><category term='funeral'/><category term='hospital'/><title type='text'>True Sarawak Ghost Stories</title><subtitle type='html'>Ghost Story from the Land of the Hornbill</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-8124770248804217334</id><published>2009-05-21T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:32:10.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghost Prevention Tips'/><title type='text'>How to Summon Ghosts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* For your info only. Highly not recommended. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghosts have a bad reputation as entities to be avoided at all costs, but in some cases, they can be a source of insight and wisdom. Those who choose to summon ghosts may benefit from this insight, provided they handle the process in the correct fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare to Communicate With the Spirit World&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step1&lt;br /&gt;Purchase a thermometer. Some report that paranormal activity is marked by a sudden drop in temperature, and a thermometer will serve to immediately alert you to such a shift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step2&lt;br /&gt;Choose a spirit with whom you wish to communicate. As is the case with living, it's easiest to reach out to the dead if you're able to address them by name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step3&lt;br /&gt;Obtain a video camera. As you summon ghosts, you may doubt some of the things you've seen and experienced after they occur. Use of a video camera can provide proof of what transpired for your benefit and the benefit of others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summon and Communicate With Ghosts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step1&lt;br /&gt;Begin with a blessing. Ask your higher power to guide and protect you in your efforts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step2&lt;br /&gt;Clear your mind. Relax, breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth. This well help get your senses attuned and ready for your paranormal adventure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step3&lt;br /&gt;Start recording the events using a video camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step4&lt;br /&gt;Summon the spirit you wish to reach. Address it by name, and request its presence. Continue this process until you observe a response. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step5&lt;br /&gt;Understand that one form of response involves a temperature change, so keep a thermometer nearby to keep track of this. The spirit's response may also take the form of tapping. Finally, the spirit may make its presence known by sending you an ache related to the way in which it died (for example, if communicating with someone who died via hanging, you may experience an ache in the neck). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step6&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you've reached the spirit you intended to reach by having it identify itself. Say its name and ask it to tap once or twice to confirm its presence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step7&lt;br /&gt;Ask the spirit the questions you want answered, using the tapping sequence established in the previous step to identify "yes" and "no" responses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step8&lt;br /&gt;End the experience with courtesy. Thank the spirit for its time and tell it to go in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source: http://www.ehow.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-8124770248804217334?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/8124770248804217334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-to-summon-ghosts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/8124770248804217334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/8124770248804217334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-to-summon-ghosts.html' title='How to Summon Ghosts'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-2542903987157106903</id><published>2009-04-29T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T12:00:05.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miri'/><title type='text'>An Encounter While On The Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had a first hand experience. It happened days before a guy jumped from Wisma Pelita Tunku Miri...it was 7 or 8 June year 2008. We were installing equipment at M Floor. It was a kitchen before so many furniture is still there and it was very dirty and messy. We stayed up in the dark until 9pm try to do configurations. The lights we have are “pendaflour” lights not so bright lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One colleague is trying to show off he is brave enough and try to be funny. He keeps talking nonsense and singing and also playing with walkie talkie. So he simply asks "Jenny, kalu ko ada di sini sila kasi bunyi sekali". He asked "anyone" there to response by talking at the walkie talkie. Then we all heard the response over the walkie talkie. It sounded one short message. Just the sound of walkie talkie when you try to response back. My colleague takut and terus switch off the walkie talkie. Padan muka him. We all have to continue our tasks till 9pm and ignored whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not mistaken one policeman was murdered at the Pub on top of Wisma Pelita almost 20 years ago. He was about to arrest wanted gangster when suddenly the pub light goes out. He was stabbed and died on the spot. The gangster escaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time in Church Materdei, the same stupid colleague is trying to show off again. This happen last year. We were at a small room at the back of the church, bilik gubahan bunga. There was a bouquet for burial ceremony. This guy cakap "kalu ko ada disini, sila jatuhkan satu bunga (one petal actually)". It happened!! Only one petal fell down, no wind what so ever. This guy freaked out and goes out of the room and smoke. I just continue my tasks with peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Contributed by chilskater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-2542903987157106903?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/2542903987157106903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/encounter-while-on-job.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/2542903987157106903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/2542903987157106903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/encounter-while-on-job.html' title='An Encounter While On The Job'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-99868059980621918</id><published>2009-04-28T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:00:11.407+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hotel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bintulu'/><title type='text'>Hotel's Elevator At Bintulu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I got one horrifying experience when I was young, about primary 6....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I moved to Miri from Kuching. My dad stopped at Bintulu for rest as he was tired from driving the whole day.... It was around 11pm, we checked into Plaza hotel. My dad rented 2 suits. The room was very spacious and very luxurious. I can still remember that it has 1 toilet and 1 bath room... And it has a door that can go to room next door, where my parent rooms are. It was very late, and after taking a bath, I wanted to have a drink but there is no water in the fridge...So I asked RM2 for buying mineral water to drink. Our rooms is at the 5th floor, so i took the elevator down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the elevator, I heard someone crying, sniffing....but I am the only one in the lift. I can feel the person is just right beside me and crying. It sounds like a child crying in the lift....I hold on till I reach the ground floor and ran out immediately....&lt;br /&gt;After I brought the mineral water from the near by Li Bing Café, I was scared to use the lift again....I don’t want to see it in the elevator. But at that time, I have no hand phone yet....and I cant call for help. I tried to use the stair ways but the light was blinking and the place was in a very dim yellowed light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too afraid to use the stair ways, so I braved myself to use the lift to go back to my room.... In the lift, I feel the chill over my body, and touches on my legs....plus the sniffing sound again. Going up to the 5th floor seems like forever. I got no choice but to hang on till I reach the room...I was crying when I reached the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the most terrifying experience I ever had...I didn’t see it, but the feeling is very real....It still gives me the creep when I think about it...I will never go back to that hotel again... I heard there were a number of children that drowned in the swimming pool there. Perhaps they are still looking for their mothers....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-99868059980621918?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/99868059980621918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/hotels-elevator-at-bintulu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/99868059980621918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/99868059980621918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/hotels-elevator-at-bintulu.html' title='Hotel&apos;s Elevator At Bintulu'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-8623569164442555906</id><published>2009-04-27T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:00:08.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghost Prevention Tips'/><title type='text'>How to See a Ghost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here is an article i found on the net. Its a guide on how to see ghost. I don't recommend you try though. May get you into something you cant get out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing a ghost isn't as difficult as you think. Ghost hunting can be dangerous, but seeing a ghost in your own home or other haunted place should be a harmless experience. Pursue a ghost with good intent and you will have a positive experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step1&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to meditate and practice it daily for at least a couple weeks. This will sensitize you to spiritual energy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step2&lt;br /&gt;Decide what ghost you want to see. If you suspect your house may be haunted, you already have an available ghost. But if you need a ghost to see you can call on one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step3&lt;br /&gt;Meditate and surround yourself with white light for protection. Direct the question to your higher source that you would like to see a friendly spirit. You most likely will not see one right away, but this question creates a focal point of intention in your mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step4&lt;br /&gt;Go about your daily business and continue to meditate for at least ten minutes daily, keeping the same question as a focal point in your mind. Concentrate your energy on the center of your head, or pineal gland, to sensitize it. The pineal gland governs your psychic sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step5&lt;br /&gt;Relax at times throughout your day and allow yourself to gaze into the distance, whether inside or outside. Ghosts or spirits cannot be looked at directly but can be seen in the periphery of your vision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step6&lt;br /&gt;Be patient while waiting for results. Continue to focus on your focal question during your meditation and concentrate your energy in the center of your head. Ghosts or spirits in their energetic form look very similar to the waves you see coming off the roof of a hot car or like a mirage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step7&lt;br /&gt;Notice the energy waves of the spirit. They are usually easier to see when out of doors. While at rest they float about eight feet above the ground and while moving they assume the traditional ghost shape and float about two feet above the ground. You may feel a chill as they pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips &amp;amp; Warnings&lt;br /&gt;When asking your higher source to see a spirit, never use the word "ghost" because you might attract a negative entity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Source: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ehow.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.ehow.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I bet there are many ways to see the paranormal as practised by the local. Anyone care to share some tips??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-8623569164442555906?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/8623569164442555906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-see-ghost.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/8623569164442555906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/8623569164442555906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-see-ghost.html' title='How to See a Ghost'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-7761272540127483500</id><published>2009-04-26T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:00:05.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graveyard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Krokop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miri'/><title type='text'>Incident At Chinese Cemetery In Krokop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This happened at Krokop graveyard in Miri. LasIn 2007,  there was news whereby a group of policeman can’t find their way out of the krokop graveyard. It happen like this, about midnight time the police patrol car was driving along the graveyard road then suddenly it was a dead end, which is blocked by a lot of Chinese graves.. When they decided to reverse the car then they realize behind them was also Chinese graves and there is no way out. So they called up a patrol car to come over to help them out. The other car arrives but can’t get to them. So hopelessly they went back to the car and pray till everything was back to normal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There is another story about the same graveyard. My mum's fren who live in krokop experienced it. Last time during the 60's or 70's the nearer road from town to Krokop was by using the graveyard road. There’s is one night where that fren and his father were riding on a motorcycle back from a movie at the old cinema near the fish market. As they live in krokop, they used the graveyard road. On the way home; she saw a pair of legs walking among the grave without the upper body and disappeared to the river. The next day she got sick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Contributed by cheesecake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-7761272540127483500?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/7761272540127483500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/incident-at-chinese-cemetery-in-krokop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/7761272540127483500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/7761272540127483500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/incident-at-chinese-cemetery-in-krokop.html' title='Incident At Chinese Cemetery In Krokop'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-1362399858380995483</id><published>2009-04-25T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T12:00:03.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Krokop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haunted House'/><title type='text'>Haunted Old Wooden House In Krokop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Does anyone still remember bout the wooden house opposite the Sing Siang Hai furniture shop in Krokop? It is said that the place was haunted. And I had some stories to share with you people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the story goes like this, in the younger days. My mum's dad (my grandpa) does not believe in these type of thing. So in order to prove that there is no ghost, he and another friend went to spend the night at the empty haunted house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing weird happen through the entire night till my grandpa found that he and his friend was sleeping outside the house the next day with their belongings outside the house, which it is very weird as they were actually sleeping in the room of the house that night. If he was sleepwalking, it was impossible that the friend will also be a sleepwalker at the same time. Since that day my grandpa believe that the rumours bout the house was true as they always said people who stayed in that house will be carried out by the ghost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Contributed by cheesecake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-1362399858380995483?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/1362399858380995483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/haunted-old-wooden-house-in-krokop.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/1362399858380995483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/1362399858380995483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/haunted-old-wooden-house-in-krokop.html' title='Haunted Old Wooden House In Krokop'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-4805191182556844540</id><published>2009-04-24T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T12:00:06.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghost Prevention Tips'/><title type='text'>How to Use an Infrared Camera to See a Ghost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the thrill seekers, here is another another interesting article for you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ghost hunting can be a lot of fun and you may even catch something paranormal if you have the right equipment. One valuable piece of equipment is an infrared camera. Here's how to attempt to see a ghost with an infrared camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions&lt;br /&gt;Step1&lt;br /&gt;Buy or borrow a good quality infrared camera. Consider renting if you'll only be using it once. Choose one that records, so you can replay anything you may miss or want to see again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Step2&lt;br /&gt;Get to know how an infrared camera works. It allows you to see things you can and cannot see on your own. An infrared camera can detect ghosts by the electromagnetic field they are believed to emanate and can also distinguish between warm objects such as a human, and a ghost which lacks a heat signature. Practice viewing various objects and people to get a feel for how things appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Step3&lt;br /&gt;Visit a location where at least one ghost has been "sighted." This increases your chances of capturing a ghost with your camera. Take along black and white infrared film when using a non-video camera and remember plenty of batteries as ghosts are known to drain them quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Step4&lt;br /&gt;Scan the area you're investigating slowly with the infrared camera. Look with your naked eye at any objects you're unsure of. Pay attention to your feelings as well as what you can see so you know when you must be more alert to what is on the camera. Take pictures one at a time, if not using a infrared camera with a video recorder, so as not to blur the images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Step5&lt;br /&gt;Keep an eye out for any human-shaped objects or anything freestanding. Depending on the camera you're using, these can appear in a variety of colors, but often white and always different from its surroundings when paranormal. Potential paranormal images include full-body apparitions, seat imprints or hand imprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Step6&lt;br /&gt;Eliminate any other potential things your camera has captured. Dust, bugs, shadows or small animals are all commonly seen through an infrared camera and appear as orbs so rule those out. When you have a human-shaped image you cannot explain away and it's not a reflection of you or someone with you, congratulations, you may have captured a picture of a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips &amp;amp; Warnings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A infrared camera that records video is best as it eliminates sudden movements, which can be misinterpreted and it allows you to replay anything you see out of the corner of your eye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reflections, cigarette smoke, breath, shadows, insects and dust are all commonly mistaken for a ghost so be vigilant in your analysis of your infrared images. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do not use a flash when taking pictures as this can cause many reflections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Source: http://www.ehow.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-4805191182556844540?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/4805191182556844540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-use-infrared-camera-to-see-ghost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/4805191182556844540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/4805191182556844540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-use-infrared-camera-to-see-ghost.html' title='How to Use an Infrared Camera to See a Ghost'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-8774727697166163243</id><published>2009-04-23T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:08:01.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hotel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuching'/><title type='text'>A Terrifying Experience At Beach Resort</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is an encounter of a friend back in the mid 90’s. It was an overnight trip to a well known hotel by the beach by a group of frens in Kuching. They stayed at the Hilltop chalet during the peak season. As the good rooms were fully occupied, they were given a room that is quite remote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend was in his teens and he and his group of friends were a young rebellious group of students, having fun partying, with drugs, underage drinking and smoking. They were having fun in their chalet with loud music going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was late into the night and everybody was drunk and tired. My fren was drunk and high from the ecstasy pills he took earlier, and was sitting on the floor in the room. Suddenly, he felt someone beside him. He turned to see who it is, and he saw a young boy squatting beside him starring at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a blink of an eye, the boy vanished in thin air. Not suspecting anything and Still feeling high and drunk, he called out to his friend, “eh, who brought their young brother here?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another of his fren, still having the effect of the ecstasy, was standing in front of a loud blasting speaker, shaking his head to the music. There my friend saw a lady in red standing next to the him, starring at him. The lady too vanished is a split second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, being in a drunken and high state, he did not suspect anything. Thinking his mind is playing tricks on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking around the hotel living room, he notices that the room was getting crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the friends was sitting at the dining table, resting his head on the table. He saw many blur figure of people, some standing while some seated beside the fren, all staring at him. Rubbing his eyes and taking a closer look, everyone disappeared, left only his fren still resting on the dining table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then looked at the main door of the hotel room. He saw few images of people, curiously looking into their room. He panicked when he saw a blurry figure of policeman in old uniform with short pants looking at them, (as there were drugs and alcohol in the room).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called out to his fren, but when he turned back, there was no one at the door, only darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing that something was amiss, he then gone straight to bed. Pulling up the blanket to his head. He was immediately joined by all his fren, all cuddling up in the bed and spoke nothing until checking out the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked, all the frens saw mysterious figure in the room that night, with one seeing a lady at the balcony, waving slowly at him to come over.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-8774727697166163243?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/8774727697166163243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/terrifying-experience-at-beach-resort.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/8774727697166163243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/8774727697166163243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/terrifying-experience-at-beach-resort.html' title='A Terrifying Experience At Beach Resort'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-5356609203351985222</id><published>2009-04-22T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:00:10.159+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haunted House'/><title type='text'>Ghostly Presence In House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I use to live in Piasau before I move to a new house in 2001. Previously my parents rent out the house to people. After moving back from Labuan, we decided to renovate the whole house and move in. At first all of us do not feel anything but there is one spot which will make u feel spooky. It was outside the guest toilet door. Every time when u passes that area, u will have a very spooky feeling as if someone was standing there too, just that u can’t see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside the toilet there is a room, my aunt who used to visit us sometimes sees a lady in white sitting at the end of the bed when she pass by the room to the toilet. There is once during the 7th lunar month when I was in the room I heard two ladies talking in an unknown language, I was puzzled so I ask my dad to come to the room to check it out. But when he is in the room the conversation stop, as soon as he leaves the room it started again. So I just pretend nothing happen because I’m quite used to this type of situation because we ever lived in a haunted house in Labuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another experience happens to my Dad in my Piasau house. One night while he was watching TV, he saw a lady wearing a shirt and a skirt walking from the hallway to the kitchen. He thought it was me so he went to the kitchen to check out whether it was me or not. when he walk to the kitchen he saw that my room light was on so he knock on my door and found me inside sitting in front of the computer which shows that the person whom my dad just saw definitely not me. My dad did not share this experience until my aunt say she saw the same thing when she was at my house. And she describes the type of clothes the lady was wearing which similar to the one my dad saw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Contributed by cheesecake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-5356609203351985222?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/5356609203351985222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/ghostly-presence-in-house.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/5356609203351985222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/5356609203351985222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/ghostly-presence-in-house.html' title='Ghostly Presence In House'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-3011753025309176019</id><published>2009-04-21T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:16:01.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haunted House'/><title type='text'>My Old House At Tang Lim Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had some creepy experience when I was growing up in my old house at Tang Lim Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told that my old house was a hot spot and at times me and my mom can sense something passing through. They were like "shadow people" moving fast at the corner of your eyes and some are mischievous that disturbs you at night like crawling up the grills outside noisily and then half way will fall loudly and then would climb again repeatedly or would "timpak" you when you are sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many events and nasty stuff happened there. We were taught on how to protect ourselves and how to "pagar rumah". Funny thing is at the moment of the event u r not scared. Seems like it just wanted to show it presence and not to scare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now nobody lives in that house and when I passed by it nowadays I can sense evil in the house and not the cool spirits that were there. I won’t recommend anyone to visit there now. Those “Lemah semangat” people may get hysteria. How many times you cleanse it, its still there. Like I said, it’s a hotspot or maybe it’s their portal for the 4th dimension...Allah Hu Alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contributed by Adrian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-3011753025309176019?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/3011753025309176019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-old-house-at-tang-lim-garden.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/3011753025309176019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/3011753025309176019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-old-house-at-tang-lim-garden.html' title='My Old House At Tang Lim Garden'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-4117134965217232600</id><published>2009-04-20T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:06:01.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghost Prevention Tips'/><title type='text'>Do Not Spit Near Graveyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of my friend’s experience....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend went for a date with his girlfriend, at Balcony, Miri....After the date, he send her home to her place at Riam. There is a large Chinese cemetery at Riam. When they reached there, he spit out of the car window....and continue to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a black cloth like thing flew out of nowhere and covered his windshield, causing him to engage the emergency break. He almost drove into the longkang.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was totally freak out. Luckily he was unharmed, only almost accident....he told us then he got back on road and drove at 40Km/h home....After that he doesn’t dare to spit near to a graveyard again....as this may make the spirits angry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Contributed by Athrun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-4117134965217232600?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/4117134965217232600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-not-spit-near-graveyard.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/4117134965217232600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/4117134965217232600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-not-spit-near-graveyard.html' title='Do Not Spit Near Graveyard'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-1433112466821459859</id><published>2009-04-19T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T12:52:01.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haunted House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suicide'/><title type='text'>Haunted House At Pin Fook Garden Miri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Women hang herself because her husband cheat on her here is the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've ever been to a house at Pin Fook Garden where supposedly a woman hung herself at the 2nd floor. Now I noticed the house is repainted and look all good. When I went to the house it was deserted and grass was high. No one stayed there after that incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We and my friends was out one night boozing around Miri city in 2 cars and were bored. One of them started a crazy idea. Visit haunted houses. First I thought it was a joke as I don't play with this kind of things. My friends was laughing and daring each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First place we went was at Tanjong Lobang on the hill at the abandon quarters. We didn't go deeper and check out any house as we have no torch lights. Not takut of ghost but takut anyone of us sesat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they suggested to go to Pin Fook and told us the story of a house haunted by a sad women ghost. This was new to me so I wanted to see too for myself. When we reached the house, it welcomes us with an eerie feeling. Then my friends was taunting me and my other friends saying we didn't dare to go in and he was bragging its nothing and he had went inside many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not that i was afraid or backing down....where I wish I had done. It was a feeling of unwelcome and uneasy. The woman was Chinese and so the ritual and traditions is different than Malay culture. Basic still applies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end my friend and I decided to go in to have a look so this other bragger will shut up. Me and him walked up to the garage and decided on what to do and what not to do and when to bail out. He agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go in through the side window into the living room. Posed for few seconds and I pointed to the staircase and we walked together. On my mind was only checking this place out and chanting some protection spells. on the floors was broken wood and glasses. The place was terrible and it had a sad feeling to it. Not on how it looks. Don’t know how to explain....sayu la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were on the 1st, this friend of mine suddenly do one of the don’ts. He yelled out and asks the spirit to show itself. Not just once but many times. I told him to stop but he didn't listen. Nothing happen when we checked out the rooms on the 1st floor. So we went up to the top floor and reached the balcony door to open it. it was stuck as the place was not taken care of but we both managed to open it. We went outside and wave to my other friends downstairs at the driveway. We went back in and close back the door shut. Now the place where we stand in the center room was where my friend told me the women hung herself. I tried to get out of that room as quickly as possible as i feel like being watched. We went to the back and found a small door like opening to an attic. My friend then called out again and this time something happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door of the balcony that was hard to open and close had suddenly opened and bang the wall to it side and followed by a gust of strong wind that blew through the balcony door all the way to the back room. That was the sign to bail out. I grab my friend by the shoulder and run out of that back room and headed for the staircase. We jumped most of the stairs and even jumped out the window into the garage. Once on the garage I stopped and grab my friend. We didn't run straight to the cars. I went over to the window and apologize to the spirit and promise to leave the place. I told my friend not to run and do what I do. I pick up some leaves and threw it over my shoulders. Walk slowly from the house and not to look back at the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to the cars and my bragger friend was smiling and asking us what happen. I didn’t answer and told them that we need to make a move. As we were at a safe distant then only I story what had happen. Days later I found out that friend of my got sick with fever which lasted for a week. That teaches him not to challenge spirits. Luckily he only got fever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Contributed by Adrian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-1433112466821459859?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/1433112466821459859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/haunted-house-at-pin-fook-garden-miri.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/1433112466821459859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/1433112466821459859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/haunted-house-at-pin-fook-garden-miri.html' title='Haunted House At Pin Fook Garden Miri'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-8130162943461807578</id><published>2009-04-18T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T12:00:04.438+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tanjong Lobang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haunted House'/><title type='text'>My Haunted House Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A true experience. Back in my previous house in Tanjung most of our family members has their own experience. As the house was big, my family and one of my uncle and aunt including my grandma lived in that house. Most of us have our own experience. I experience it once when I was alone in the room (downstairs) and I heard people knocking on the glass window and I thought it must be one of my uncle playing pranks on me because my uncle used to stop by the house to visit my grandma at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly when I open the window there was no one and my uncle did not came that night. We used to hear a lot of noises around the house. Sometimes late in the afternoon, you can hear as if people walking upstairs or you can even hear people jumping off a table onto the floor upstairs. However during late in the afternoon there is no one upstairs as my cousin they all were still in school and the parents are working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another things which frequently occur is the noises of people walking using those sandals made of wood which old people like to use ( I don’t really know what is it called). The walking noises always occur late at night at the backyard of the house or behind the wet kitchen area outside the house. Most of our family member already got used to that noise so we did not really bother about it. There was once when my uncle was in the living room he heard sound of spoon stirring as if people were making a cup of coffee. As my family has a habit of drinking coffee late at night, he thought it must be my aunt at the kitchen, thinking he might need a cup of coffee, he went to the kitchen and found no ones there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, last time in the house we used to have a very old typewriter which was put in the living room upstairs and those who sleep late at night can sometimes hear the typewriter typing noises. This typewriter was used by my late grandfather secretary. As it was quite creepy, my uncle decides to put it in the store room. At 2004 after my grandma had passed away and all of us has our own houses, we decided to sell out the house. Before handling over the house to the buyer my uncle from overseas came back and decided to help us to clear the house. As he was clearing the house, he remembered the story of the typewriter so he wanted to bring the typewriter back to his house, so we try to find the typewriter and it was nowhere to be found. Till now, none of us knew where it is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Contributed by cheesecake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-8130162943461807578?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/8130162943461807578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-haunted-house-experience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/8130162943461807578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/8130162943461807578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-haunted-house-experience.html' title='My Haunted House Experience'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-9139971447641283584</id><published>2009-04-17T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:00:07.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haunted House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghost Prevention Tips'/><title type='text'>How to Know If Your Home Is Haunted by a Ghost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;An article from the net. Is your house showing any of these signs?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you hear or see unexplained things in your home? If you answered yes, you may have a ghost in your house. There are certain behaviors most ghosts have in common. To find out if your house is haunted by ghosts, check out these steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Instructions &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of the most common things ghosts do is turning lights on and off. You may see a light go off or on; however, most people report turning a light on or off, leaving the room, and returning later to find the light went from off to on or on to off. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unexplained noises are another common feature in haunted houses. Knocks, footsteps, dropped things, and banging are all signs that you have a ghost. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Items being moved or disappearing and then reappearing are signs you may have a ghost. Ghosts especially like to get attention by taking common everyday items like keys, magazines, eyeglasses, and socks. Usually ghosts will only take one sock. This can explain why so many people lose only one sock from a pair. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you feel like you're being watched? If so, you could be. It may happen at the same time each day. Many ghosts like to keep schedules when they're haunting. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you feel like you're being touched? It may feel like a poke, a push, or a nudge. Many ghosts like to reach out and touch people. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Does your pet act strange sometimes? If your pet runs for cover, refuses to enter a room, or stares into space for no reason, you may have a ghost. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Does your house have cold and warm spots that vary with the average temperature of your house? If so, you may have a ghost. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you have a ghost, on occasion you may hear cries and whispers. Many times people hear their own names. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips &amp;amp; Warnings &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't be afraid of your ghost. They are usually harmless. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you experience physical assault and see apparitions, call a paranormal investigator in your area. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source: http://www.ehow.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-9139971447641283584?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/9139971447641283584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-know-if-your-home-is-haunted-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/9139971447641283584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/9139971447641283584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-know-if-your-home-is-haunted-by.html' title='How to Know If Your Home Is Haunted by a Ghost'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-5893788315773735319</id><published>2009-04-16T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:06:02.214+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Batu Niah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bintulu'/><title type='text'>Early Morning Trip To Bintulu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a story from a friend.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Two years ago....we just got our driving license, and my friend decided to go to Bintulu for a 1 day trip. I didn't go with them because I had to attend to something at home. When they start driving at 5am in the morning, they were suppose to reach Batu Niah at about 6.30...and by 6.30 the sun supposed to be up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told me their experience, that they drove a Honda civic EG at 100km per hour (because there was no car)...and until 6.30am....the sun hasn’t gone up. They never reach Batu Niah town....they notice something isn’t right. Luckily he got a CD of chanting Buddhist song and they started to play the CD...and continue to drive. Not long later, the sky begins to light up and they reach Batu Niah not long later....they decided to go back to Miri.and didn’t go to Bintulu....It was a very creepy experience. Never begins your journey too early in the morning and when there is no one is around... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Contributed by Athrun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-5893788315773735319?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/5893788315773735319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/early-morning-trip-to-bintulu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/5893788315773735319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/5893788315773735319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/early-morning-trip-to-bintulu.html' title='Early Morning Trip To Bintulu'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-7304570434333536278</id><published>2009-04-15T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:00:10.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hysteria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuching'/><title type='text'>Hysteria At SMK Siburan (PT 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here is the followup from Borneo Post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SERIAN: Hysteria gripped SMK Serian yesterday forcing school authorities to suspend classes until further notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unusual phenomenon had been hitting students for the last three weeks, sending the afflicted into a state of fits, screaming and violent shaking while those close to them cried in fear. A baffled Ramli Zauniddin, the school principal, said: “The school is doing whatever the people believe should be done, including getting ‘religious practitioners’ on standby at the school today (yesterday).” Two of the ‘specialists’ were said to have come from Simunjan and Siburan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside sources in fact told The Borneo Post that the school engaged the services of four paranormal practitioners to try to calm down the students, but that when up to 20 students (Ramli put the number at 10) started screaming and looking “very much possessed” the school had to suspend classes. “School will be going on as usual. Students should continue to come to school if parents allow them to,” Ramli said. But even as Ramli said he had got permission from the Education Department to relax school attendance until further notice, classrooms were empty as early as 2pm yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A peep at the boarding houses revealed spooky silence while in one of the classes where the students were said to have become hysterical, the tables and chairs were in disarray. Apparently, every student was affected in one way or another especially after yesterday’s incident where for the first time a boy was among those “struck”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Borneo Post talked to him and he claimed that he was possessed while he was restraining a fellow student. The Form Five student recalled that his mind went blank and he was not in control of his body.&lt;br /&gt;“I felt very light and I heard strange voices playing in my head,” he said. According to him, the victims were girls from the morning session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another student who did not become hysterical, talked about being scratched by his unfortunate classmates, claimed that the cases of hysteria started ever since a group of students came back from a picnic trip at Gunung Gading in Lundu, that the school organised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said the ‘spirit’ might have followed the students home and created trouble in the school by possessing them one by one. When asked if the incident was connected with the Gunung Gading trip, Ramli said he dared not confirm that. A fourth former also claimed that five students at the hostel were attacked by the ‘unknown’ on Wednesday night and that for the rest of the night the students were restless and not sleeping well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of yesterday’s incident, he said he was seated next to a student who suddenly appeared to be in a trance during lesson around 9am. “The student’s actions caught the teacher’s attention. “Our teacher started to wave her hands in front of the student but she showed no response. “Sensing that something was wrong with her, the teacher asked her name and the student answered in a hoarse voice: “Who are you?” and then began to stare coldly at everyone in the class before she started to cry. “Then the crying was followed with screaming and she started to go berserk, kicking and slamming tables around her,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also recalled that he witnessed a fellow student, also with a similar voice, speaking of having wings and wanting to fly. He said she then sat on the edge of the corridor as though she was ready to jump off. A couple of students quickly pulled her to safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students interviewed talked about ‘spirits angered by a student who picked flower to bring home and drinking from a pond without asking permission of the forest inhabitants’. “Whatever the reasons, the situation is under control and I don’t think it is infectious,” Ramli said, however, looking very conscious of the eerie silence shrouding the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this reporter walked out of the school gate, a security guard was seen spreading what looked like white pebbles around the school’s perimeter. Asked what it was, he replied: “Garam batu (salt).”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask for an explanation, the gentleman was tight-lipped, but what was clear was that something was not quite right in the air. Until the school makes a decision on the class suspension, the guard will be on his own. He certainly needs all the salt for all they are worth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-7304570434333536278?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/7304570434333536278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/hysteria-at-smk-siburan-pt-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/7304570434333536278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/7304570434333536278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/hysteria-at-smk-siburan-pt-2.html' title='Hysteria At SMK Siburan (PT 2)'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-174239746305284372</id><published>2009-04-14T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:00:10.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hysteria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuching'/><title type='text'>Hysteria At SMK Serian (PT 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the news on the hysteria case that happened in 2008 in Serian from The Borneo Post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIAN: It was a quiet and calm day at SMK Serian yesterday, as many students opted to steer clear of their school for fear of becoming victims of hysterical attacks after 12 students reportedly broke into screaming and shaking fits believed to have been induced by a paranormal presence on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing out of the ordinary occurred, to the surprise of locals, who had endured the bizarre activities of the unusual phenomenon for the past three weeks. The presence afflicted an average of two students per day until Thursday when the situation peaked drastically with a significant increase in the number of attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was believed that the attacks began after a group of students came back from picnic trip in Gunung Gading, Lundu. The trip was an excursion organised by the school. Locals report that the haunting at the school could have been attributed to acts unwittingly committed by the students during the picnic. One of the youths apparently picked flowers from the area and brought it home while another reportedly took a bath in a pond where he also did his ‘dirty business’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to a local folklore, Gunung Gading is inhabited by sacred spirits, 99 ‘dayang’ or maiden spirits. The disruptive presence of the students was suspected by many to have angered and offended the ‘guardians’ of the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school’s principal, Ramli Zainuddin confirmed that they were no hysteria attacks yesterday, when met by The Borneo Post. However, the students had the option to not attend classes until further notice. On the majority, students who were attending the morning sessions chose not to return to the school, influenced by the frightening stories their previously-possessed peers relayed to them about the phenomenon. Some afternoon session students, in the meanwhile, were seen wandering about school premises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohd Saupie Balitang, a security guard who has been serving the school for nearly 10 years, said that the incident on Thursday was not the first of its kind. Saupie recalled that back in 2006, when the school decided to cut down a big tree just behind the surau, two twin sisters displayed the same behaviour as the previously afflicted students. The felled tree, according to Saupie, might have been home to supernatural ‘beings’ who became enraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked if he encountered anything ‘strange’ while he was on night duty, the 38-year old security guard replied ‘no’. “But every time I do checks on Block B, I do smell some kind of scent similar to ‘bau gaharu’ or fragrant smoke (incense) which, according to older folk, is a sign that a supernatural being is nearby. “At times I felt that my hairs stand on end for no apparent reason and it gives me the creeps,” Saupie said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saupie added that Block B is not the only haunted building in the school. He claimed that the old building where the school’s principal used to live also exhibited similar characteristics. He said that his friends once used the toilet there and when he was done doing his ‘business’, he found that the door was stuck – as though someone was restraining it from opening. “When he did get it open after a while, he checked and saw that there was no one around,” said Saupie, who later added that he saw a religious leader cleaning up the house while he was on duty yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, a Form 5student, Mohd Hafiz Majaddin, 17, who happens to be the school’s head prefect, claims that a close friend of his who came down with a case of hysteria on Thursday told him how the ‘being’ looked like before screaming like a mad man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My female friend was hanging out with some other friends at an area near some palm trees, on the school premises.“A male friend was pulling her hair out of teasing her but he was puzzled when she did not respond in the least. “Usually girls react if someone pulled her hair but my friend (victim) instead just stared blankly in front of her at one of the palm trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She then started to close her ears with her hands and began crying and screaming which freaked my other friends out. “When she was stable – which was hours later after what happened – I asked her what she saw. Things started to creep me out when she told me that she suddenly saw a beautiful woman wearing a scarf, who started to walk towards her. She appeared from out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But as she drew closer, her beautiful face turned uglier into something so frightening which freaked my friend out,” said Hafiz, who said he would not joke about anything like that. When The Borneo Post tried to contact the victim, she begged not to be interviewed as she was still in trauma and did not wish to recall what she had experienced on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz then said that he heard from another student who claimed that in a related incident another female student had become possessed, acting strangely throughout her morning class. When a teacher asked her name, she coldly replied: “Yanti”. A Form Four student, identified as Mohd Afizi, surmised that the victims who were ‘struck’ on Thursday might be the work of one of the spirits from Gunung Gading. “My cousin was one of the victims. She is currently at home being treated by a traditional practitioner at my kampong,” Afizi said, adding that she had yet to fully recover from the trauma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another student claimed that he noticed something very strange during the incident. He claimed that the victim would stare at the school’s football field before coming down with a case of hysteria. It was unclear when the school will resume classes but its administration is doing everything it can to resolve the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Serian is a town, and the capital of the Serian District (2,039.9 square kilometers) in Samarahan Division, Sarawak, east Malaysia. It is located about 40 miles (65 km) from Kuching.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-174239746305284372?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/174239746305284372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/hysteria-at-smk-serian-pt-1.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/174239746305284372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/174239746305284372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/hysteria-at-smk-serian-pt-1.html' title='Hysteria At SMK Serian (PT 1)'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-2212734059127215249</id><published>2009-04-13T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:00:15.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senadin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curtin'/><title type='text'>Strange Happening At University Campus (continued)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is what I heard from guards and some of my frens who always stay up late on campus.. There's something at the LT foyer too. I heard there are 2 pontianak staying on campus. One male and one female.. Guards always see them at LT foyer at night. That's their territory. According to the guards, the female one is gentle but the male one is a bit harsh. It will easily get angry when u trespass his territory.. Two of my frens can actually see those things.. And they always mentioned that those "invisible visitors" are everywhere on campus. They like to gather at the lakeside and the island in the middle of the lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source Miricommunity.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-2212734059127215249?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/2212734059127215249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/strange-happening-at-university-campus_13.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/2212734059127215249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/2212734059127215249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/strange-happening-at-university-campus_13.html' title='Strange Happening At University Campus (continued)'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-3113943563253317976</id><published>2009-04-12T08:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T08:54:00.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senadin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curtin'/><title type='text'>Strange Happening At University Campus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Curtin campus is really haunted!! I talked to several guard and staffs. Many of them have experienced it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;AL100 especially the library at ground floor. Guards saw one lady in white is sitting in front of the counter. They just started to open the library. Makcik cleaners always heard and seen things when they do cleaning like suddenly the chair moving, shadows and noises like people doing discussion. These things happen very early in the morning when the library staffs have not reported to duty yet. Level 2, guards have mentioned that sometimes you can hear people whispering your name even though there is no people around except you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In ME building, especially the last staircase toward the lake. Something is staying over there. A friend of mine seen these thing while he is at the server room at the staircase. According to guards, ME building is their pathway or jalan from lake to other place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In GP building, many lecturers have seen white lady on the tree while staying late. Some the Engineering Toilet is very noisy, someone is banging the door event though there is nobody. Emptied cubicle sounds like people inside talking, moving chair and so on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My experience is at the staircase behind the HR department that leading to chiller. I am always doing maintenance on that side alone or with colleagues. The staircase is noisy like many people is using it and walking up and down. The best is to continue your tasks and ignore it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Contributed by chilskater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-3113943563253317976?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/3113943563253317976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/strange-happening-at-university-campus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/3113943563253317976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/3113943563253317976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/strange-happening-at-university-campus.html' title='Strange Happening At University Campus'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-1560022117275146096</id><published>2009-04-11T20:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:46:01.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pontianak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunting Trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kokler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuching'/><title type='text'>Morning Hunting Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My uncle ever encounter this type of thing, here’s his story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Once he went haunting in the jungle and the time was around 3 in the morning. While haunting, he heard something that he thought was a wild boar so he shot it. But suddenly a different sound appeared .It was the sound of a chicken clucking…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well, at first he thought it was just a Wild Bird. So he didn't care. Suddenly the clucking sound gets louder and louder. Suddenly the &lt;em&gt;"thing"&lt;/em&gt; laughed..!!!! It went high up into the skies. That &lt;em&gt;"thing"&lt;/em&gt; was chasing him..!!!!! Suddenly the weather becomes bad and foggy. So he just ran until it can't get him... and he managed to escape.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The next day he fell sick. A very mysterious sickness even the doctor doesn’t know what causes it. He was sick for 2 weeks but luckily he turn out fine and was able to went on with his normal life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;(In our village,there are two types of ghost that is the most notorious: 1.Pontianak 2.Kokler *kokler is a vampire like the Pontianak except before it makes a big laughter, it will make a sound of chicken clucking and this ghost doesn't attacks pregnant women but instead it attacks males and it will take their genitals)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Contributed by Malcolm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-1560022117275146096?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/1560022117275146096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/morning-hunting-trip.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/1560022117275146096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/1560022117275146096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/morning-hunting-trip.html' title='Morning Hunting Trip'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-9149090241973111965</id><published>2009-04-11T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T08:35:00.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miri'/><title type='text'>A Late Night Stroll At Taman Awam Miri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is my other experience with the super natural...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last year, me and my friends after lim teh...got no where to go. So one of my friend suggested that we go to Taman Awam Miri...It was about 11pm when we reached there. We laughed and fooled around… But when we reached the children’s pool...it was all dead silent. There was no one and no sound at all....we all felt that something is not right, we’re just not comfortable....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we decided to head back. When we were on the suspension bridge, we all heard the sound of splashing water from below...from the childrens’s pool, but there was no one there….We all remain silent, when reached the ground, we all ran toward our car and hurrily leave the place...We suspect of there is unknown entities near the children pool...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We never dare to go Taman Awam at night again....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contributed by Athrun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-9149090241973111965?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/9149090241973111965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/late-night-stroll-at-taman-awam-miri.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/9149090241973111965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/9149090241973111965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/late-night-stroll-at-taman-awam-miri.html' title='A Late Night Stroll At Taman Awam Miri'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-4769633221292387062</id><published>2009-04-10T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:31:01.026+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miri'/><title type='text'>A silent Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;One night, i couldn’t sleep so I decided to go out to have some fresh air...The time was about 1am and I sat on my proton saga boot. My car was parked inside the car porch at home...I sat there and enjoy the fresh air after the rain that night...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Suddenly a few dogs from around the neighbourhood comes near to my house and start playing around. I watched them play, nothing happens until one of the dog suddenly bark at the field just in front of my house. Then this followed by all 3 dogs. They start barking madly and howling at the grass field...But it was nothing there! I assumed that they may saw something I cant see... My 'bulu roma' all rised up! Not because of the cold wind, but because of a horrorified feeling in my heart. I immediately got into the house and locked the door.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The dogs stop barking awhile later, I peek out through my window and there is still nothing there....it was really a creepy feeling.... Did the dogs saw something that I can’t see??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Constributed by Athrun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-4769633221292387062?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/4769633221292387062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/silent-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/4769633221292387062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/4769633221292387062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/silent-night.html' title='A silent Night'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-2831764630983908939</id><published>2009-04-10T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:13:00.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japanese Occupation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miri'/><title type='text'>Haunted Primary School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My relative used to live at the wooden houses near the SRK North primary School back in 1950 or 1960 ... Back then they always hear stories from the school guard who lived in the school. He was an old man. He used to tell my grandaunt that he always see Japanese Soldiers around the school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one night while he was sleeping, he heard people talking in Japanese very loudly and noisily. When he woke up... he saw Japanese army poking his Mosquito netting using their knifes with an angry look.. He was so scared that he kneel down immediately and beg them not to hurt him.. Since then he only hears noises around at night and does not see them anymore.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Another incident happen few years back when my cousin was still studying in her primary school.. She had a classmate whose family is quite poor and live in the school as the father is the school guard. She told my cousin that every night she has to sleep early because it was too creepy in school... As night turns in they begin to hear a lot of weird noises and even sound of people crying and weeping in the school. With all these noises they can’t really sleep well therefore every time after dinner, they will sleep as early as possible and would hide under their blanket as they were too scared to find out about all these unearthly noises.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Contributed by Athrun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-2831764630983908939?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/2831764630983908939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/haunted-primary-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/2831764630983908939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/2831764630983908939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/haunted-primary-school.html' title='Haunted Primary School'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-3757742440122150182</id><published>2009-04-09T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:00:14.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tudan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampire'/><title type='text'>Missing Corpse in Tudan Miri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Remember the vampire incident of Tudan, Miri? The story goes like this.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a family whom had a funeral at their home....everyone is sad, since the relative has passed away. That night, they put the corpse in the house to be prepared for burial the next day.... out of no where, a black cat jumped over the dead body. There is one relative that saw it, but didn’t think too much about it... well it is in the year 2006 after all and who would believed such things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, the corpse is gone....vanished without a trace....the house door was closed. Who would try to steal a corpse? It’s not possible that the animal nearby pulled the corpse away....because all doors were closed...window are impossible to get in or out...too small... Besides, there is no blood trace on the floor....the family member starting to get worried about the corpse might turn into a vampire, since a black cat had jumped over the corpse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days after searching the nearby area, not trace of the dead body was found. One night, the family said the dead relative became a pontianak, and comes back home to visit the family members. They were so scared till they moved out of the house...the news is widely spread. People nearby is living in fear...even the local authorities like the army has joined in for the missing corpse search! The news is so widely spread, until the news paper has even reported such case...the government tried to cover up the problem by telling the people that it’s just a prank joke to scared people. But still there was no corpse found..! I still remember the news clearly, since Tudan and Permyjaya area are so closed together...creepy. Does anyone still remember the news? I wonder where the corpse gone to? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Contributed by Arthrun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-3757742440122150182?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/3757742440122150182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/remember-vampire-incident-of-tudan-miri.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/3757742440122150182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/3757742440122150182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/remember-vampire-incident-of-tudan-miri.html' title='Missing Corpse in Tudan Miri'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-5443660400443768544</id><published>2009-04-09T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:16:00.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lutong'/><title type='text'>Driving Experience at Lutong Fish Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;If I had not experienced it for the first time myself few years back, I probably still don’t believed in supernatural...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;2 years ago, when I first got my P license....I go 'lim teh' with my friends and we chat about ghost stories. I never seen one before, so I was very stubborn back then...After I got home, I still think all those ghost stories are fake and crap. My friend told me earlier that there is a lady ghost near to the Lutong fish market, with only her upper half of the body....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very brave back then because I just got my car driving license, so I went for driving practice in the middle of the night. And of all place, I decided to go to Lutong to have a look, to see if the story is true or not...The first time, I passed by the fish market, nothing was there....I think in to myself, "this world where got ghost, only stupid will believed in that crap....". After I finished one round I turned back and passed by the fish market again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Suddenly there was a bump… When I stepped on the break....I looked back to check if there is any car around....Then I saw a lady with long hair in white, sitting in the back of my car! I was so shock I stepped on the accelerate paddle very hard and drove as fast I could to reach home. In a Perodua kancil 660, i drove uabout 100+ km/h to reach home and dare not to look back. Till now, I can still remember the lady in white.... And from that time on, I really believed the existence of ghost...and never dared to drive by Lutong at night. It’s too scary....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contributed by Athrun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-5443660400443768544?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/5443660400443768544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/driving-experience-at-lutong-fish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/5443660400443768544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/5443660400443768544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/driving-experience-at-lutong-fish.html' title='Driving Experience at Lutong Fish Market'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-3878654405050767565</id><published>2009-04-08T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:03:00.240+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital'/><title type='text'>A Night at Miri General Hospital</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Here is one from my experience....I got into a car accident and got my hand broken. I stayed in Miri General Hospital for treatment. It was normal in the day time, only a bit boring.. But after visiting hours, the hospital is getting quite and it started to get very cold at night...Around midnight, I couldn't sleep as I can’t sleep on a different bed...So I stayed up all night in hospital. The light was dim, which makes it really creepy and there was a feeling of someone looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I heard the patient beside me crying. The patient is a young bumi girl...I was wondering why she cry and called her...she didn’t answered me, and just hid under pillow and still crying...The wind is blowing into the window, the weather getting really cold and finally....it rains cats and dogs. It was a stormy night. I was also very afraid but there’s nothing that I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creepiest part is hearing nurse walking around in the hallway... “Why still busy late at night?” I got up from bed at 5am and go for the toilet. There I saw the nurse reading a magazine on the desk. I asked her why she was so busy last night, and she told me she was sitting there all night long and there was nobody else on shift. My family came to visit me in the morning, and I demand that to leave the hospital and not to stay for another night! I still don’t know why the girl cries....maybe she saw something that I can’t see? I will never get close to Miri general hospital ever again unnecessarily...it gives me goose bumps just to think of it...such a creepy experience....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Contributed by Athrun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-3878654405050767565?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/3878654405050767565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/night-at-miri-general-hospital.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/3878654405050767565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/3878654405050767565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/night-at-miri-general-hospital.html' title='A Night at Miri General Hospital'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-6285108089779116014</id><published>2009-04-08T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T08:53:00.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funeral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sibu'/><title type='text'>Ghostly Admirer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The following story happened in Sibu in the early 90’s. It is said one better keep quite during funerals in order to avoid offending or in this case attracting the unseen…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of friends was walking home in the afternoon after a school extra curriculum. On the way home they pass by a Chinese funeral procession. There were people playing traditional Chinese music for the funeral and a lorry carrying the coffin with relatives accompanying beside it. In front of the lorry was the picture of a girl in her teen that had just passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the lorry passed by, one of the guy in the group named Ah Seng pointed out to the picture and said, “that girl look so pretty, if she was alive I would marry her…”. The others just ignored him and continued walking home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that day, Ah Seng had not gone to school for a few days. Curious on what happened to him, the friends called his home. Ah Seng’s mother answered the phone and she told them that Ah Seng had been very sick for few days for unknown reason. He went to see doctors and Chinese health practitioner but none can say what causes the sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Seng was getting sicker by the day. Not knowing what else to do, their family seek the help of a Chinese medium or bomoh. It is revealed that Ah Seng is being followed by a girl spirit. The spirit told the bomoh that Ah Seng said she was pretty and would marry her. The spirit followed her home and planned to bring him to the other world to be together…. that is why Ah Seng is so sick and going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His family is shocked to hear this and requested the bomoh to help Ah Seng. The bomoh then asked the spirit not to disturb Ah Seng. The spirit was reluctant until it was threatened by the bomoh…soon together with offering for the dead, the girl spirit left. Soon Ah Seng regains his health but he was never the same person again. He became very quite and seems lost at time, like a person without its soul.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-6285108089779116014?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/6285108089779116014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/ghostly-admirer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/6285108089779116014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/6285108089779116014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/ghostly-admirer.html' title='Ghostly Admirer'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-5895794916022324870</id><published>2009-04-07T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:44:01.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Qingming Festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuching'/><title type='text'>Wrong Number</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It was the morning of Qingming or tomb sweeping day for the Chinese. Ann was not working on that Saturday morning and she decided to call her friend May for breakfast. When she calls her handphone number, someone pick up the phone but did not speak. All was silent at the other end of the line. She hung up. She checked the number to make sure it’s the right one and calls again. The line was picked up but still nobody was talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought that maybe there is problem with the line that day. She was about to hang up when she heard a faint voice. When she listens carefully, she heard the sound of a child, crying. She said “hello? Hello?” for a few times.. but all she heard was the child crying. She then hung up and redials her friend’s number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time May answered the phone. Ann asked her where is she and who was the child that was crying on her phone. May had no idea what she was talking about and told her that she is the cemetery for Qingming at there is no children there and her phone was with her all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they met for breakfast later, May told Ann that she was visiting the grave of her relatives, a young child who passed away due to illness….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-5895794916022324870?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/5895794916022324870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/wrong-number.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/5895794916022324870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/5895794916022324870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/wrong-number.html' title='Wrong Number'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-1113038886918569636</id><published>2009-04-07T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:17:00.563+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Qingming Festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese'/><title type='text'>Qingming Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Qingming Festival (also know as Tomb Sweeping Day) is a traditional Chinese festival on the 104th day after the winter solstice (or the 15th day from the Spring Equinox), usually occurring around April 5 of the Gregorian calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Chinese, it is a day to remember and honor one's ancestors at grave sites. Young and old pray before the ancestors, sweep the tombs and offer food, tea, wine, chopsticks, (joss) paper accessories, and/or libation to the ancestors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rites are very important to most Chinese and especially farmers. Some people carry willow branches with them on Qingming, or put willow branches on their gates and/or front doors. They think that willow branches help ward off the evil ghosts that wander on Qingming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on Qingming, people go on family outings, start the spring plowing, sing, dance, and Qingming is a time where young couples start courting. Another popular thing to do is fly kites (in shapes of animals, or characters from Chinese opera).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qing Ming in Malaysia is an elaborate family function or a clan feast (usually organized by the respective clan association) to commemorate and honor their late relations at grave site and their distant ancestry of China at home altar, clan temple or a makeshift altar in a Buddhist or Taoist temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qing Ming festival in Malaysia and Singapore normally started early in the morning, with the ancestral veneration at home altar- paying respect to the distant ancestors from China. This would be followed by visiting the graves of their close relations in the country. Some would take the extent of filial piety to visit the graves of their ancestors in mainland China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ancestor worship at the grave site, the whole family or the whole clan would be feasting the food and drinks they brought for the worship at the site or nearby gardens in the memorial park, signifying family reunion with the ancestors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qingming itself was created by the Tang Emperor Xuanzong in 732. It is said that because the wealthy held too many expensive, elaborate ancestor-worshipping ceremonies, in a needed effort to lower this expense, Emperor Xuanzong declared that respects could be formally paid at ancestor's graves only on Qingming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source: en.wikipedia.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-1113038886918569636?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/1113038886918569636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/qingming-festival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/1113038886918569636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/1113038886918569636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/qingming-festival.html' title='Qingming Festival'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-8665090461092033840</id><published>2009-04-06T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:11:01.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miri'/><title type='text'>Poster Collection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A close friend of mine stays at a housing estate just after Hilltop Garden, also nearby to the Riam cemetery. His house is a big double storey semi-detached house and every school holiday, me and my friends would hang out at his place to play video games. He has a sister that loves to collect poster. Her room is filled with all sorts of celebrity posters. One particular poster is a lady singer, which I forgot the name, that has a gothic look that always makes me feel uncomfortable just looking at it. The eyes seem to be looking straight back at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One late night, her sister screamed.. and this awoken her whole family. When they checked, she was crying.. and terrified.. as if something is in the room bothering her. There is nobody there except her. She was so scared that her family could not make out what she is talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she calmed down, she told her family that she felt something in her room. When she looked up, the eyes of the gothic lady on the poster glowed and starring at her. She was about to scream but suddenly felt something pushed her to the bed. She was unable to move or make any sound. While this is happening, she heard few coarse voices of man talking to her. It was the voice of ghosts. She was too terrified to hear what they said. This goes on for a few minutes before she was able to move and screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Chinese medium or bomoh was sought to check on the room. He said that there are spirits in the room and it is in the posters. He advises that all the posters to be removed as it attract lingering spirits. The posters were then removed and offering was made to make the spirits leave. She never slept in the room alone again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-8665090461092033840?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/8665090461092033840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/poster-collection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/8665090461092033840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/8665090461092033840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/poster-collection.html' title='Poster Collection'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-3624888932057869436</id><published>2009-04-06T09:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:41:01.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese'/><title type='text'>Riam Bus Stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This story is from a friend that used to study at Curtin University while it was located at their old campus at Riam Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni life is quite fun, meeting new friends and partying most of the time. One day after a drinking session, he was returning after midnight, passing by the Riam Chinese Cemetery. If you are a Mirian, you should know that the cemetery is quite a big site and the road passing by it is really dark and deserted especially at night. Most prefer to take the longer route through the highway instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While passing by the cemetery, he saw a girl waiting at the bus stop that is directly opposite the cemetery. Being curious on who is waiting for the bus so early in the morning, he decided to slow down to have a look. He saw a lady in white, long hair but he just couldn’t see the face. The lady then stood up, but she had no feet..and was floating toward him. He sped of immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if the bus stop is still there, but better not take that route when you are alone at night. Or the lady may just hitch a ride with you……..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-3624888932057869436?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/3624888932057869436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/riam-bus-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/3624888932057869436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/3624888932057869436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/riam-bus-stop.html' title='Riam Bus Stop'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-3532256423708550945</id><published>2009-04-05T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T14:38:11.595+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grave Relocation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuching'/><title type='text'>Old Man in Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kath is staying in the town area of kuching. Nearby to her house, there is an old abandon cemetery that is overgrown by bushes. Not many people ever notice that the cemetery is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A building development project was planned at the area and the cemetery will need to be relocated to another area. The whole relocation process took around a week to be completed and construction work starts not long after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, Kath has been seeing an old man calling out to her in her dream. She dreams of the same thing every night for almost a month until one night she talks to the old man. The old man in her dream asks her to help him. Without saying anything else, the old man led her to the cemetery in her dream and pointed out to a particular spot before vanishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream went on for another few days before Kath decided to go to the construction site. There she told the workers of her dream. She showed them the place where the old man pointed to her. After digging at the spot for a while, they found bone fragments. It’s the grave of the old man in her dream. It seems that they left out his grave during the relocation process, and this caused the spirit unable to rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grave was relocated to a new site and given a proper burial. Kath never saw the old man in her dream again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to rapid development in the city, many old burial site needs to be relocated to give way to new projects. With many contractors taking the easy way out, some relocation process was not done properly, leaving some graves behind. Is this happening in your area? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-3532256423708550945?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/3532256423708550945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/old-man-in-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/3532256423708550945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/3532256423708550945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/old-man-in-dream.html' title='Old Man in Dream'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-3399692721791090938</id><published>2009-04-05T12:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T13:42:38.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuching'/><title type='text'>Old Grandfather Clock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many new trendy restaurants sprouting in Kuching. Most of them are setup in old shophouses that was built in the early 20th century. One particular popular western food restaurant has a lot of old artifacts decoration in it. Among the items is an old grandfather clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was reported that there is a spirit in the restaurant and it is attached to the grandfather clock. But so far there are no disturbance reported caused by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder which restaurant is it….?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-3399692721791090938?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/3399692721791090938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/old-grandfather-clock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/3399692721791090938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/3399692721791090938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/old-grandfather-clock.html' title='Old Grandfather Clock'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-3436496727023918312</id><published>2009-04-03T21:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:58:07.057+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aroma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuching'/><title type='text'>Sweet Aroma Attraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bong owns a used car trading business in Kuching. He has a fond of using aroma incense stick in his office and it keeps the air fresh with fragrance. It is believed that aroma incense stick can naturally heighten one’s spirit and bring peace to the mind. It is especially useful when your customers comes into your air conditioned office soaked with sweat and has the strong manly smell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pVIwmlziTWw/SdYUaOdcixI/AAAAAAAAALk/oPPk77xUzW0/s1600-h/aroma+incense+stick.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320462450575575826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pVIwmlziTWw/SdYUaOdcixI/AAAAAAAAALk/oPPk77xUzW0/s320/aroma+incense+stick.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was going well until one day, Bong and all his staff is getting sick quite regularly and business has been poor too. Everything was not going well. It was recommended by a friend that Bong should have his place check by a feng shui master. He agreed and did this the following day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The master checked his place and see the problem right away, there was a spirit living in his office. He asked Bong if he had been using the aroma incense stick for a long time. This is because the spirit was attracted to the sweet fragrance from the incense stick and refused to leave. Bong was shocked to hear this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joss stick and other offerings were then given to get rid of the spirit. Bong never uses the aroma incense stick again as it not only heightens one’s spirit, it can attract ghostly spirits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-3436496727023918312?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/3436496727023918312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweet-aroma-attraction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/3436496727023918312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/3436496727023918312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweet-aroma-attraction.html' title='Sweet Aroma Attraction'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pVIwmlziTWw/SdYUaOdcixI/AAAAAAAAALk/oPPk77xUzW0/s72-c/aroma+incense+stick.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-7442437953457970363</id><published>2009-04-03T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:43:51.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jungle'/><title type='text'>Lost In The Jungle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard this story when I was young. Padang kerbau was located at Pujut Corner Miri. Back then there was no bus terminal and tar road. The place was covered in thick forest. A small group of people used to live there in their wooden house and farming was their source of income. While the adults went to the farm, the children would play around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a child was lost without trace. The family searched the whole jungle night and day to look for the child but to no avail. They then seek the help of a bomoh. He told them that the child was lead astray to the jungle by the jungle spirits. The child’s eyes have been covered by the spirits and are unable to find his way back. The only way to find the child is to make a lot of noise in the jungle to frighten the spirits. The family led a search team to the jungle, armed with tin cans and kuali (cooking pots) to make as much noise a possible. Soon they were able to find the child, tired and crying alone the middle of the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the child recovered, he told his family that he followed someone into the jungle and got lost. He also saw them searching for him but every time he tried to call out, he had no voice and would vomit out mouthful of insects. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-7442437953457970363?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/7442437953457970363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/lost-in-jungle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/7442437953457970363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/7442437953457970363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/lost-in-jungle.html' title='Lost In The Jungle'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-3985098241387100517</id><published>2009-04-02T20:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:45:58.267+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital'/><title type='text'>Miri General Hospital</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Caught on camera....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3e_vj81H7XE&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is it real .. ? What do you think ..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-3985098241387100517?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/3985098241387100517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/miri-general-hospital.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/3985098241387100517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/3985098241387100517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/miri-general-hospital.html' title='Miri General Hospital'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-1906114397161015140</id><published>2009-04-02T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:24:38.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miri'/><title type='text'>Taman Selera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Taman Selera is one of the first recreational parks in Miri. It’s located at Tanjong Lobang, which is 3KM from city centre. Besides the golden sand beach, there is children playground and other outdoor facilities. There is also an open air hawker stall that is a popular eating place with the local and neighbor bruneians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the school holidays, many would flock to the beach to have barbeques and enjoy themselves swimming in the open sea. Unfortunately, many cases of drowning occur every now and then, with many survivors claiming someone or something is pulling them down into the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many ghost sightings has been reported over time.. If you still can remember, the park used to have two zebras statues. Back then, there was no proper lighting unlike today and its dark scary. Many people or dating couples that went there said they saw ghostly figures of children playing on the Zebras and also empty swings, swinging on their own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-1906114397161015140?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/1906114397161015140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/taman-selera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/1906114397161015140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/1906114397161015140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/taman-selera.html' title='Taman Selera'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-7681043211396622644</id><published>2009-04-01T21:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:42:09.145+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hungry Ghost Festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese'/><title type='text'>Hungry Ghost Taboos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry Ghost festival is an annual occasion that is taken very seriously in Taoist Fengshui. This festival falls on the 7th month of the lunar New Year, which starts somewhere between July and August for one full lunar month. During this month the gates of hell are opened to free the hungry ghosts who then wander to seek food on Earth. Some even think that the ghosts would seek revenge on those who had wronged them in their lives. The reason why the Chinese celebrate this festival is to remember their dead family members and pay tribute to them. They also feel that offering food to the deceased appeases them and wards off bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Rituals and Prayer Celebrations:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The dead would return to visit their living relatives during the 7th month of the Chinese Lunar year and thus the living people would prepare sumptuous meals for the hungry ghosts. The Chinese feel that they have to satisfy the ghosts in order to get good fortune and luck in their lives. During this festival, the Chinese offer prayers to the deceased relatives, burn paper money, paper houses, paper transportation, paper accessories and joss sticks massively to their ancestors as well as wandering spirits in front of their homes. Giving the ghost such necessities would enable them to live comfortably when they go back their own world. In Hong Kong, Malaysia and Singapore, it is a common sight to see entertaining Chinese Opera shows performed on outdoor stages in many neighborhoods. These events are always held at night. Such entertainment would please those wandering ghosts that comes to earth once a year.Taboos to Follow:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;1. Avoid swimming during the 7th month. It is believed that those previously drowned evil ghost might cause you to drown in the swimming pool. Such ghost need to find victims in order for them to be go for rebirth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;2. Children and young adults are also advised to return home early and not to wander around alone at night. This belief is due to the reason that the wandering ghosts can possess children easily.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;3. Avoid moving into new homes and opening new businesses this month as it is considered inauspicious and bad luck on new ventures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;4. Avoid getting married during this month because couples will have bad ending. Some bad ghost may cast a bad spell on couples during their wedding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;5. Avoid going for jungle trekking and going on camping trips as chances of injuries, possession and death are high.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;6. Drive very carefully during this month to avoid accidents, as there may be many wandering spirits who died of accidents previously that are searching for next victims so that they could be reincarnated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source: hungzai.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-7681043211396622644?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/7681043211396622644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/hungry-ghost-taboos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/7681043211396622644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/7681043211396622644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/hungry-ghost-taboos.html' title='Hungry Ghost Taboos'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-5011315983049166460</id><published>2009-04-01T14:14:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:25:57.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kanowit'/><title type='text'>Rubber Tapping in Kanowit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This one happens to my mom in Kanowit when she was in her teen. Back then, in 70's, rubber tapping was a job to feed oneself &amp;amp; family. At least 2 square meals per person will do that time. She &amp;amp; her late-sister went to rubber plantation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like 4.30am. Being early birds, they should have more rubber milk. They arrived at their shed. To their surprise, there was a light coming from the inside. At 1st, they thought, their brother came...but how could that be as the brother was asleep before they leave? Then they opened the door. Suddenly there was no light, nobody inside. Sense something amiss, they turn back to long house. Not far, they turned their head back, light was lit up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Contributed by J.Howard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-5011315983049166460?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/5011315983049166460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/rubber-tapping-in-kanowit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/5011315983049166460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/5011315983049166460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/04/rubber-tapping-in-kanowit.html' title='Rubber Tapping in Kanowit'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-9008880855696264119</id><published>2009-03-30T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:06:40.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hantu bangkit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuching'/><title type='text'>The Curse</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story was told by a friend in Kuching. The true incident happened at his kampung across the river from pending, which is nearby to the current toll bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, back in the late 70’s, one of the kampung people who was working at the old JKR building in Pending (located at the current PUSPAKOM), was returning home from work. Back then there was no bridge connecting to the village and the only way to cross river was by “perahu tambang”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he reached the small jetty at his kampung, he saw another fellow villager, who is also his colleague at JKR, sitting under a tree nearby, motionless. Thinking that the friend probably fainted, he placed his friend’s head on his lap. He kept talking to his friend but there was still no response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon further checking, he found that his friend was not breathing and there was no pulse. The friend was dead. Most probably by heart attack..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly, the eyes opened, starring directly at him. He panicked at first, but he then said “Stop this! Please respect the dead”. He knew what was going on. The friend had turned into a Hantu Bangkit !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the friend that passed away has a family history of turning into hantu bangkit. As the other elderly kampung villagers said, he was cursed. It was said that long time ago, their descendant have one time chopped down a big kedondong tree &lt;em&gt;(Kedondong - ambarella, otaheite apple, or great hog plum)&lt;/em&gt; that was blocking sunlight to their kampong. There were spirits living in the old tree and this made it unhappy. The man and his future generations were cursed into becoming hantu bangkit when they died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dead villager was buried immediately. The whole kampung villagers knew about the incident. After the funeral, everyone stayed home after dark, safely locking themselves in, as they knew the hantu bangkit will roam the kampung at night. True enough, upon checking the next morning, the kampung was filled footsteps with dirt from the very cemetery the dead villager was buried in. This goes on for 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend was in primary school when it happened and every elders at the kampung can still recall the incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be careful when you chop down any old tree, you never know what might be living in it….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-9008880855696264119?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/9008880855696264119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/03/curse.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/9008880855696264119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/9008880855696264119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/03/curse.html' title='The Curse'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-1112936834783633069</id><published>2009-03-29T13:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:28:50.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='machan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funeral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sibu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banshee'/><title type='text'>Early Morning Funeral</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; This happen at Machan, Kanowit district. Also not far from Sibu. It was a funeral, early morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Iban groups of elders &amp;amp; some golongan belia carried the coffin. Things was going well that morning... But before they left, they heard a howling/screaming. Its was a loud one. Immediately the elders knew what it was… Banshee*/Kokrel (as  the local calls it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Banshee, when it scream, is different. If its loud, thats mean she's far. But if the scream sounds weak..she's nearby. Banshee ussually targets man..for the testicles.They were scared like hell, cos usually the scream means death. The scream was getting soft &amp;amp; weak, so they knew she's getting near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the elder, well, refuse to die without fighting. He took off his pants, unsheathed his parang &amp;amp; yelled, "Kitu dik..aku ngamput dik!". meaning "come here you...i'll f**k you!"The screams stopped.After that less 5 minutes of scary moments, they make haste back to their village. Its happened somewhere in the 90's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Contributed by J.Howard &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Banshee is a female spirit, usually seen as an omen of death and a messenger from the otherworld. Although not always seen, when her mourning call is heard, usually at night, someone is about to die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-1112936834783633069?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/1112936834783633069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/03/early-morning-funeral.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/1112936834783633069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/1112936834783633069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/03/early-morning-funeral.html' title='Early Morning Funeral'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-3161312386045896472</id><published>2009-03-29T13:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:29:30.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hotel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghost Prevention Tips'/><title type='text'>Hotel Ghost Prevention Tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every single hotel, there shall be at least a permanent room which should be left vacant at all times. No matter how full the hotel is, they are not to sell that room(s) to any guest. It was said that special room was "reserved" for those "special visitors". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you plan to stay in some hotel, always book in advance. Try to avoid walk in. If the receptionist told you there's no more room available, do not insist one anymore or try to bribe them to give you a room. If you do that, most of the time the room you have will be that "special room". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes those "special visitors" might go to other rooms also, so here's some tips on how to protect yourself: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before entering your room, always knock on the door first, even if you know the room is vacant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you enter the room, if you felt very cold suddenly and have "goosebumps", leave the room quietly immediately and go to reception to request to change room. Most of the time the receptionist will understand what's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you enter the room, immediately switch on all of the lights, and open the curtain to let the sunlight in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you go to bed, arrange your shoes so that one of them is upside down. Some say this is representing yin&amp;amp; yang to protect you while you're asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always leave at least a lamp on while you're sleeping, preferably the toilet's lamp. If you're staying alone and they have give you a twin bed, do not sleep with the other bed vacant, try to put your things like luggage on the other bed before you sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-3161312386045896472?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/3161312386045896472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/03/hotel-ghost-prevention-tips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/3161312386045896472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/3161312386045896472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/03/hotel-ghost-prevention-tips.html' title='Hotel Ghost Prevention Tips'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-5727793511102388720</id><published>2009-03-29T12:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:30:15.291+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hantu Tinggi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malay'/><title type='text'>Hantu Tinggi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hantu tinggi or in English means the Tall Ghosts. It is a legendary ghost that is said to be as tall as the tree-tops, and whose legs are indistinguishable from tree trunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually the ghost is not so tall when one encounters it. It is said that it would not start growing unless a person looks up at it. It will slowly morph into an extremely tall being and soon after, a person can barely look up to measure its height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word of caution when, if by any chances encounter this ghost…never look up when it has beginning to increase its height. Because once people look up, their neck will be stuck and could never be move down again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-5727793511102388720?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/5727793511102388720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/03/hantu-tinggi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/5727793511102388720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/5727793511102388720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/03/hantu-tinggi.html' title='Hantu Tinggi'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-4548180900498139005</id><published>2009-03-29T12:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T13:10:58.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Durin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hantu Tinggi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunting Trip'/><title type='text'>Hunting Trip At Durin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not gonna make this a lengthy one. its happened to my dad when he &amp;amp; his friend went for a hunting trip at Durin (near Sibu). i think that time he went for 2 nights, during weekends. the party consist of 5. my dad a teacher, 2 was school cook, 1 school janitor &amp;amp; a fren from nearby village.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went using a car that time. the hunt was good &amp;amp; got few musang/fox? &amp;amp; wild boar. the encounter was during the 1st night. they camped by a river. after they done with the hunt, its time for a rest &amp;amp; they took turn for night watch out. during the 2nd shift, my dad relieved the cook &amp;amp; joined the janitor. before the cook went for sleep, he went to ease him self...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad follow suits. the cook done &amp;amp; went back to the camp. my dad continue. that is when he sense someone or something beside him. he turned &amp;amp; saw..hantu tinggi/tall ghost. My dad height merely reach the knee. but he didnt freak out as he aware this things gonna happen. instead of runaway, he unsheathed his parang &amp;amp; yelled at the hantu. All hantu, if you not scared, it definitely went away &amp;amp; dont bother you anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hunt went well for the rest hunting trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contributed by &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;J.Howard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-4548180900498139005?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/4548180900498139005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/03/hunting-trip-at-durin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/4548180900498139005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/4548180900498139005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/03/hunting-trip-at-durin.html' title='Hunting Trip At Durin'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-4006406934232299702</id><published>2009-03-29T00:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:44:52.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baram'/><title type='text'>Haunted Rural Baram School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's another ghost story relating to school. It happened in the 70s as well. Like I told you before, students at that time were different than student nowadays. The reason I wrote this story is because this morning, I read in newspaper about two Indonesian rapist roaming around Kuala Lumpur. Robbed a group of youngster at a bus stop and abducted the 17 years old girl from the group. Brought her to a secluded area and raped her. This afternoon as I watched the news, Canny Ong’s murderer cum rapist finally gonna face mandatory execution sentence. There’s so many rape case and violent against women nowadays. But then again, what happened these days also happened before in the pass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be straight forward. It was a rape case. Rape and murdered. Deep in the rural area of Baram, there was a school. The school was going through some renovation. And there’s new building coming up, new wall, and things like that. With a project like that, you know there would be a lot of contract workers. It was close to a one week holidays, with the foreman and a few workers gone to Miri to get the raw material, they left one worker to look after the stuff back there at school. Most of the students went back to their village. There’s just one Penan girl left. Since her village was far and had no money to hitch a ride, she would just stayed back at school. So it’s just left the two of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how it is like, two people in a jungle with no people around. Soon they grew to know each other. Eat together, have an evening walk together, talk and laugh together. All seems well until one day, the guy made a pass on her. But she refused. Guys will be guys I guess. Sex was in his mind. When a girl was closed and friendly to you, it got to be sex right. But what the girl had in mind was just a companion. There’s the different between man and woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worker initiated sex, the girl refused. Everything just went wrong till he raped her. The guy was violent in getting what he wanted. He violently pinned her on the floor and pressed his palm against her mouth causing her to suffocate while the other hand devouring and tearing her clothes. Things got even worst when he grabbed the hair at her forehead and banged her head hard on the floor repeatedly. That totally stopped her from struggling and wiggling. That’s how he raped her and banged her in block C. He only realized it after raping her and seen her lifeless body lying beside him that he realized she was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ain’t no breath anymore when he put his finger below her nostril and there’s no heartbeat when he put his head against her breast. He panicked. Then make plans to dispose the body.All I know was the body was hacked into several pieces. Let me asked you this. Imagine you have a corpse lying in front of you. How are you going to dismember it into pieces. Let me give you a crash course in what you should do. I guess the first few things u need would be the tools, says like an axe, a saw, or better a chainsaw. I guess that’s what he had. Next thing is which part are you going to dismember first? I guess the most easy one would be the elbow first, where the joint of ligament met . First he chopped off the elbow with an axe. Then chopped the arms into two, and then you go for the wrist. After that you chopped off the shoulder part where another joint of ligament met. After doing the right you’ll e doing the left side as well. Next part would be the knee where the ligaments meet right. Procedure’s the same, first chopped off the knee, then hacked the shin into two, and then the chopped off the ankle. That’s pretty much take care the limbs of the body. Now you have the thighs, thighs are big, I guess the only way was to chainsaw them to dismembered them from the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor girl’s head was chopped off with an axe. The rest of the body’s anatomies were slice into pieces by using a chainsaw. He dismembered the upper body diagonally from the lower part. Being careful enough not to burst the lower part cause that’s where the stomach was. You’ll make a mess if you burst the stomach and all the intestines coming out. It’ll be a mess. Get the job done on the upper body first, cut diagonally then vertically into square pieces , then dismembered the lower part carefully. He operate the lower part and scooped out all the stomach and intestines neatly and carefully with his bare hand. That’s how he dismembered the body of the girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the body parts were thrown into the cement grinder and were grind together with cement. The flesh and the cement were finely mixed in the machine. During that time a new wall was coming up at the hostel in block C. So the guy used the material he made to finish the job. He walled it up with the mixture of cement he made. He finished the wall overnight. Nobody knew about it, as there was no body. When school opened, everything was as usual, kids coming back to school and all the project of renovation was finish, everything was new. As for the girl, nobody really look into it because the school authority thought she might elope and gave up on school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange thing occurred, when one night, the children heard knocking sound from the wall. It’s like someone was knocking from the other side of the wall. Things became more serious a few weeks later when the knocking sound became louder and louder. Only this time, it wasn’t knocking anymore. It’s more like someone was crashing the wall from the other side, knocking and hitting the wall trying to break through from the other side. And in some other night, the pupils heard scratching sound from the wall as it like someone was trying to scratch her way out of the wall. Things really got scary when some of the night the pupils would hear knocking, scratching, thumping and yelling and shrieking sound from the wall. As it like someone was trap inside it and struggling to break free from the wall. Sometimes it shriek loudly. And in some other night, it was a sad crying sound within the wall. Like someone crying been locked in a room and couldn’t come out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the strange commotion, Block C was shut down. From that day on, the block was empty and no one was allowed to go there. Not that anyone would dare to go there anymore. Block C was deserted and as times goes by; it became tall tales for folks and pupils at the school.During the end of the 70s, block C was demolished. New building was coming up. As times goes by, new batch of students replace the former generation and so was the teachers and headmaster and the managing staff. What might become now is just another tall tales. Just like any other school. Each school has their own dark tales to tell. Only if you dig deep enough, you’ll find it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contributed by G&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;host&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-4006406934232299702?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/4006406934232299702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/03/haunted-rural-baram-school.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/4006406934232299702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/4006406934232299702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/03/haunted-rural-baram-school.html' title='Haunted Rural Baram School'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-2247999079684802388</id><published>2009-03-28T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:31:18.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hungry Ghost Festival'/><title type='text'>Chinese Hungry Ghost Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ghost Festival is a traditional Chinese festival and holiday, which is celebrated by Chinese in many countries. In the Chinese calendar (a lunisolar calendar), the Ghost Festival is on the 15th night of the seventh lunar month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chinese tradition, the fifteenth day of the seventh month in the lunar calendar is called Ghost Day and the seventh month in general is regarded as the Ghost Month (鬼月), in which ghosts and spirits, including those of the deceased ancestors, come out from the lower realm. During the Qingming Festival the living descendants pay homage to their ancestors and on Ghost Day, the deceased visit the living.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifteenth day the three realms of Heaven, Hell and the realm of the living are open and both Taoists and Buddhists would perform rituals to transmute and absolve the sufferings of the deceased. Intrinsic to the Ghost Month is ancestor worship, where traditionally the filial piety of descendants extends to their ancestors even after their deaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activities during the month would include preparing ritualistic food offerings, burning incense, and burning joss paper, a papier-mache form of material items such as clothes, gold and other fine goods for the visiting spirits of the ancestors. Elaborate meals would be served with empty seats for each of the deceased in the family treating the deceased as if they are still living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ancestor worship is what distinguishes Qingming Festival from Ghost Festival because the latter includes paying respects to all deceased, including the same and younger generations, while the former only includes older generations. Other festivities may include, buying and releasing miniature paper boats and lanterns on water, which signifies giving directions to the lost ghosts and spirits of the ancestors and other deities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghost_Festival"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghost_Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-2247999079684802388?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/2247999079684802388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/03/chinese-hungry-ghost-festival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/2247999079684802388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/2247999079684802388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/03/chinese-hungry-ghost-festival.html' title='Chinese Hungry Ghost Festival'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-111061305767518933</id><published>2009-03-28T19:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:31:43.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghost Prevention Tips'/><title type='text'>Ghost Prevention Tips For Your Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are many reasons why a ghost (the soul of an individual who has died) would be drawn to a particular person, home or area and not all of them are negative reasons. Ghosts often gravitate toward energies and types of environments that are familiar to them. Because ghosts are most often mired in some type of despair, they are consistently drawn to environments where typically there is some type of stagnant energy present. You don t have to live in a dilapidated, haunted house to attract a ghost into your home, some of the nicest homes in the world will attract a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several things you can do to lift and protect the energy of your home and office which will lessen the chances of having ghostly visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Smudge Your Home Every Week&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Smudging is the process of burning sage and other herbs to purify the energy of a room, a building or even an individual. To properly smudge, open a window in the room you are clearing. Light the end of the smudge stick and begin to walk around the room, moving the smudge stick in the areas of the room that feel thick, negative or uncomfortable for you. As you smudge you want to hold the intention of clearing away all negative energies. You also want to say your intention out loud; perhaps something along these lines, Clearing away all negative and stagnant energies. Surrounding us in the love, protection and prosperity of God. Smudging is an absolute necessity after conflicts and heated discussions, and after guests visits and parties or gatherings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Burn Candles with an Intention &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After you smudge you want to burn a few candles, and infuse each candle with an intention. For example, you might say as you light a candle, I intend for my house to be filled with love and kindness. Burn black candles to dispel negativity and burn white candles to infuse purity and protection. This will raise the energy of any room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Clean Out the Clutter&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyone has a little bit of clutter in their busy homes, but too much clutter (particularly the kind that never goes away) creates a chaotic, stagnant vibration that can affect your ability to think clearly. Ghosts love chaos and stagnation because it reflects how they feel. They feel right at home around it. Schedule a couple of days every so often to organize your home and office. And never, ever store boxes of stuff under your bed. It will ruin your sleep and can potentially give you bad dreams. Put chunks of rose quartz under your bed instead. It will surround you with love and sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Keep it Clean&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Clean your home and office (dusting, vacuuming, etc.) at least once a week. Dirt and grime, aside from being unhealthy, also creates a sad vibration of chaos and confusion in your home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Visit Every Room Every Week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you live in a small home this probably isn t a problem. But if you live in a larger home, you may have noticed how the rooms that aren t used regularly can take on a stagnant and uncomfortable feeling. These empty rooms are another favorite haunt for ghosts. Try placing a living plant in these rooms so you ll have a reason for visiting these areas every few days or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Open the Windows&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As often as the weather permits, open up a window and let the fresh air flow! Fresh air helps to take away negative energies and helps to raise everyone s state of mind. If you re sensitive to pollen and pollution, open the windows only when the pollen counts are low or nonexistent. Also consider investing in an air purifier and an ozone machine for better air quality whenever you need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Get Rid of Furniture You Don't Like&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you detest the dining room table you inherited from great aunt Betty, donate it to Goodwill or sell it on eBay. Being around furniture and things you don t like in your home creates an energy pattern of resentment another favorite energy pattern for ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Keep Gemstone Crystals in Your Home&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Genuine Gemstone Crystals such as quartz, amethyst, celestite, labradorite, agate, tourmaline and many others go a long way to lifting and protecting the energy around them. Quartz literally purifies the energy of any room. And amethyst helps to transmute negative energies to positive ones. The best place to find great rocks at great prices is at any local rock show. Search the web to find out when one is coming near you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Wear Gemstone Crystals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wearing authentic gemstone crystals is a very effective way to lift your own energy, which will in turn help lift the energy of your home. Wearing quartz crystal can help purify your energy as well as the energy of the environment around you. Onyx gives calming strength and Chalcedony quiets chaotic emotions. Any gemstone jewelry is a wonderful touchstone throughout your day and is particularly supportive to you in a contentious situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Keep Salt Lamps in Your Home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Salt lamps are most often made from the salts found in Himalaya. Just like the salt water of the ocean, the protective nature of a salt lamp purifies the energy of any room. They also help to mitigate EMFs from televisions, computers and cell phones and they ve been known to help migraine and allergy sufferers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://articles.directorym.co.uk/Home_Protection-a1029722.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://articles.directorym.co.uk/Home_Protection-a1029722.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-111061305767518933?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/111061305767518933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/03/ghost-prevention-tips-for-your-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/111061305767518933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/111061305767518933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/03/ghost-prevention-tips-for-your-home.html' title='Ghost Prevention Tips For Your Home'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367739806448252676.post-1558066374538697371</id><published>2009-03-28T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T14:48:01.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suicide'/><title type='text'>Forbidden Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This story happen long time ago. But I still remember it vividly as it just like yesterday. It happened in a school and it stayed in the school, and that it end in the school. It was 1970s. A school in rural area. By that time, student are quite big and mature, not like student nowadays. We got 20 years old or older student in the school during that time.And so the story started as a love story. A forbidden love story to be more precise. A school girl falling in love with her teacher, and a teacher who accepted her love, of course for his own agenda. The relationship was kept a secret and so it seemed. They would met up every twice a week. For this was the time most the students went back to their village for their weekend. Only a few stayed back perhaps. And it was during this time that they would spent times together, intimately. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As times goes by, the curse of love had finally gotten her soul, just as most woman do. Women had always love foolishly, thinking every good love should be repay by pure love. I guess that’s a curse every women bear throughout every generation. Man will always be boys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The girls was hoping a future from him, a family, a life. But on one summer, he told her he would be back from west Malaysia after the holiday and brought her back to a land where the sun sets at the horizon of the golden padi field. But he was never back. The girl waited with hope, but soon what hope its seemed, become anxiety, and anxiety become disappointment which at last gave birth to sadness and emptiness. A promised of hope became a betrayal of life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;She was so depressed that she hung herself at the tree behind the toilet. By the time they found her, she was dead for three days. I still remember how her body dangling under the tree, swinging back and forth. How the wind blew her long hair unveiling her eyes which bulge out, with tongue coming out of her mouth. I guess when u hanged yourself, your tongue became a few inch longer than you normally do when you stick them out of your lips. How her hair dancing with the summer wind exposing her blackened face and purple tongue. Have u ever saw someone who died hanging herself. I doubt any of you does. The face was horrible yet you can see sadness in it. That’s the worst part I guess. How weird it is when you can see her loneliness and emptiness through her eyes even though they bulge out. As it liked looking at someone who wanted to die but later regret it but then again had no courage to continue to live. Her body was removed and a post mortem showed that she was pregnant for three months.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ever since that day, during some of the night when the moon shone most brightly, the children often heard someone crying bitterly. It wasn’t the sound of a woman crying, but the sound of a baby. Sometimes it cried for a brief moment and vanished, on some other night the crying was there for a long time. It’s like hearing a baby who cried looking for its mother, sometimes like a baby cried suffering from illness which had no peace. Each time the cried would came from the tree behind the toilet and traveled a far around the school. The cried was of course disturbing, and there’s no peace among the student who slept on the dorm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It was the mother who made the decision to end her life. Not the baby. When the mother died, the baby had to died also. It wasn’t a peaceful death for the baby nor it’s a fair game for the baby. The baby’s spirit lingered on, searching for its mother. It cried because of loneliness without a mother, it cried searching for his mother but in the same time it cried of anger and sadness for the mother had killed him, it cried because of pain for his spirit has no peace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A decision was made among the villagers, the tree was to be cut down. A wood cutter was summoned to cut the tree and so the tree was cut. The crying stop. But ever since that day, the wood cutter became a hermit. What had gotten into him, nobody dared said so, some said he’s been curse by the haunted tree, some said he suffered mental illness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As times goes by, what it seems to be a sad story became a legend, and legend became a myth………………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contributed by:  Ghost&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4367739806448252676-1558066374538697371?l=sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/feeds/1558066374538697371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/03/forbidden-love-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/1558066374538697371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367739806448252676/posts/default/1558066374538697371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarawakghoststory.blogspot.com/2009/03/forbidden-love-story.html' title='Forbidden Love Story'/><author><name>Borneo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
