Women hang herself because her husband cheat on her here is the story...

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Contributed by Adrian

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

As times goes by, what it seems to be a sad story became a legend, and legend became a myth………………..

Contributed by: Ghost