<?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-29689956</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:29:51.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ g-Files ~ the real life encounter</title><subtitle type='html'>This site is rated 18PL. All contents are true life encounter. Only the names of the individuals might have been changed to protect their privacy. This site is not for those with weak heart. Please consult your medical officer before proceeding.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>g-Files</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00812584017582561564</uri><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>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-1920211653562926744</id><published>2010-04-07T09:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T10:00:57.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for Revenge</title><content type='html'>Note: This story contributed by one of my ex-colleague, Danny Ng. Many thanks to his contribution on this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a true story. It was told by my colleague who currently working together with me, last time same university with me.  The year I graduated she just joined. It was year 2005/2006. That time she (my junior &amp;amp; my colleague now) is going to have her first semester final exam. So one day, as she walking back to her room at her hostel, she passed by a room not far from hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That room was occupied by two international students. Unknown of both of the nationality, she can only tell that both of them are Negro. So as she passed by, she saw one of them sitting near to the window and talking alone to the tree just outside their room facing their window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My junior was staying at third floor that time. Let’s call my junior (YS). So as YS passed by the room and saw that, she stops a while. She was wondering why that Negro lady talking to the tree. Then YS just make her way back to her room. As YS reach her room, her roommate quickly grab her hand and tell her that the Negro just few doors away is suspected possessed by those thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The negro roommate was questions by few friends from the same floor and she also don’t know how to tell them. The Negro roommate just mentioned that she don’t even understand what language her roommate use to talk alone to the tree. She also mentioned that everyday around 7pm, her roommate will start sitting facing the window and talk to the tree just outside the window. For your information, YS is an Indian lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YS is also the committee members of the hostel she staying. After few hours that night, YS received SMS from her committee president who is a Chinese guy. The president told her in SMS mentioned that they already confirmed that Negro lady is being possessed and they are arranging 'bomoh' at that night itself to get rid of that thing. So he told YS try to bring her down to the hostel hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YS able to dragged that Negro lady down to the hall. As they arrive, there were 3 guys, whose actually are lecturers. But they are famous in ritual of getting rid of those dirty things in the university. They tied the Negro lady and start questioning her. To their surprise, the Negro lady actually talks in Mandarin. So the student committee president was asked to translate what the Negro lady was talking about. The conversation as below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bomohs: What you want with this girl? Why you possessed her body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The G Thing: I don’t want anything from her but I want to use her to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bomohs: What you want her to do for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The G Thing: I just wanted to do things…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bomohs: So what can we offer so that you will return to your place and not disturb her anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The G Thing: I want to eat fruits…. Fruits which is in red colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they gather all the red colour fruits. That includes apple and watermelon. The G thing ate the whole watermelon just in few minutes. After finish the watermelon, she said she won’t leave. She said that she wanted revenge. The bomohs ask her what revenge she wanted. Then she started to cry and she start to tell her story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was actually a Chinese student who died of suicide few years ago. She was actually being taken away by the university security guards (two of them) while she was walking back to her hostel late at night after study at library. The security guards rape her and after that drop her back at the roadside near to her hostel middle of the night that day. She ended up hang herself at a tree nearby her hostel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was crying badly and mentioned that she was the hope of her family and she is the only child in the family. Then the 'bomoh' also mentioned to her, if she uses that girl body to revenge, then it will spoil that girl future also. The G Thing stops crying and stared at the 3 'bomohs'. She said that she will still want the revenge no matter what and she will be back to haunt the security guards. After that, the Negro girl collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YS went back to her room with shocking mood and also she has to study for her final paper the next day. After the next day, YS went back to her hometown for holiday as she already finishes all her final exam. After the semester break, YS already shifted to another hostel. One day YS met up with the Negro lady roommate and the roommate mentioned that she still talking alone to the tree sometimes after 7pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29689956-1920211653562926744?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/1920211653562926744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=1920211653562926744&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/1920211653562926744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/1920211653562926744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2010/04/looking-for-revenge.html' title='Looking for Revenge'/><author><name>Kenny Ng</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104628191465782300365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5kocnhZEjlQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFBM/46UZeIJazo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-8530409807791142048</id><published>2010-03-29T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T11:55:46.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbed By The Dead</title><content type='html'>Note: This is another post contributed by &lt;a href="http://purple-mushroom.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Purple~Mushroom.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This happened last year to my cousin Rachel. Her hubby (bf then) owns a pub in KL and on the day of the soft opening, one of the employees got killed by some indian morons. The indians came to collect protection money and the employee was trying to act hero by not giving them. He should have contacted the pub owners because money has been given to black market taukeh and also police for protection. But he did not and end up being beaten up by the indians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the beating stopped, this guy was having serious internal head bleeding and was having an extreme swelled face. The pub owners quickly send him to the hospital. My cousin Rachel followed to the hospital. The employee didn't make it even after the emergency operation and died the next morning. His body was sent back to Kulim for burial and the usual chinese rituals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is where weird stuffs happened to my cousin. On the night of the burial, Rachel was in KL. She was getting ready for bedtime. When she turn off the lights, lying on her bed, she could hear the sounds of 'tar cai and chut pan' - the chinese rituals and burial sounds. She was in KL and the burial ceremony was in Kulim... the exact same time and day. There were no other funerals at the place she was staying. Where could the sound came from?? That very same night,  she had a nightmare where she was at the funeral and she keeps running away but only to find the coffin right in front of her wherever she go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this incident, Rachel realises something not right with herself. She keeps having nightmare of dead family members and does not feel well. She does not feel better even after seeing a couple of doctors (of course, she wasn't really sick at all).  She went back to Seremban (her hometown) and asked her mother to bring her to see the famous Seremban Fatt Yer. (Fatt Yer is famous for catching ghost, happened many times to my family members including my own brother, but that is another story) Fatt Yer asked Rachel if she has been to any hospitals lately. Rachel says she has been to 2 hospitals, one where her uncle was admitted and another which was the recent case. Fatt Yer asked more on her second case, and asked Rachel about the man who died. Rachel answer that she did not know this man as he was only her hubby's employee, not a friend. She asked Fatt Yer what was happening. Fatt Yer told her that his soul has been following her and distrubing her. Fatt Yer gave Rachel a couple of prayer papers and after this, Rachel's life was peaceful again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, do you believe this? I strongly believe because many such cases happened to my family members. We just don't know why the soul of the man who died came to distrubed my cousin Rachel. Maybe he wants her help? Or maybe he likes her?? No one knows why. Sometimes there are no absolute answers.&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/29689956-8530409807791142048?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/8530409807791142048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=8530409807791142048&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/8530409807791142048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/8530409807791142048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2010/03/disturbed-by-dead.html' title='Disturbed By The Dead'/><author><name>Kenny Ng</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104628191465782300365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5kocnhZEjlQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFBM/46UZeIJazo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-6852083720056163529</id><published>2010-02-05T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T16:07:54.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UFO</title><content type='html'>Note: This is another post contributed by &lt;a href="http://purple-mushroom.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Purple~Mushroom.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do you believe in UFO? This story was told by my cousin Raymond. No one in his family believed what he said and we all think that he was dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning, his hp alarm will ring at 7.30am. This particular morning, it rang as usual. Raymond woke up and the first thing he noticed was a weird stuff on top of the neighbour's roof, which was visible from the window of his room. After that, he heard some chit chatting of a language he does not understand. He turned his head and saw from the corner of his eyes, something (or someone) short standing at the door, and another behind him. The small creature behind him touched his waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing Raymond knew was he opened his eyes and it was 9.30am! He rushed for work and only while driving he recalled what exactly happened. 2 days after the incident, The Star reported that UFO was sighted in Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told us he was drugged by an alien. We all just laughed. Well, believe it or not, it's up to you.&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/29689956-6852083720056163529?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/6852083720056163529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=6852083720056163529&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/6852083720056163529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/6852083720056163529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2010/02/note-this-is-another-post-contributed.html' title='UFO'/><author><name>Kenny Ng</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104628191465782300365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5kocnhZEjlQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFBM/46UZeIJazo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-8752906051419406426</id><published>2009-01-01T21:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:39:22.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady in Black</title><content type='html'>This post is related to my previous post titled &lt;a href="http://g-files.blogspot.com/2008/09/stranger.html" target="_blank"&gt;'Stranger'&lt;/a&gt;, this time I got more witnesses about weird things happened in the 'villa 1'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the Dubai government implemented 1 villa 1 family policy, the officers spotted my colleagues stay at one of the villa (villa 1), they gave them a warning notice to move out on certain period, if not action will be taken on all tenants in the villa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my working company got no other choice to rent more apartments for all the staffs to move in as soon as possible. Finally the company found more apartments for all staffs to stay without fear anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone were ready to shifted out from Villa 1 on weekend here, everything was in order and everyone has their own apartment to shift in. It was a massive shifting and everyone were tired during late evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my colleagues went back to the Villa 1 to pick up his last pack of stuffs, that time no body in the villa anymore, it was quite dim inside the villa, when he was about came out from the villa, suddenly he felt like someone standing at the staircase, so he just turn around to see who was there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a sudden, he saw a lady who wearing black Arabian women suit standing at the staircase looking at him, and he saw the lady's face full of lashing marks with blood stains. He was shocked for a moment then straight ran out towards to car and asked another colleague to drive out faster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never told what happened until they reached to their new apartment, after he told the incident to other colleagues, majority of them only told the truth, most of them experienced it in the Villa 1 when they stayed there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them saw the same thing at corridor, another one saw a black shadow moving around, meanwhile another said saw the 'thing' at one of the rooms door while watching TV, the other one heard lady crying in the house middle of the night... So my conclusion all also saw or heard the same 'thing'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that 'lady' was being abused or tortured before, but I not sure where 'she' came from. I stayed at the Villa 1 before, but I never encountered any weird in there back in more than  a year before. After I shifted out then I only heard some weird stories from my colleagues who stayed in that Villa. Now the villa is empty, I not sure the next tenant to stay in that villa will experience the same thing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29689956-8752906051419406426?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/8752906051419406426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=8752906051419406426&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/8752906051419406426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/8752906051419406426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2009/01/lady-in-black.html' title='Lady in Black'/><author><name>Kenny Ng</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104628191465782300365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5kocnhZEjlQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFBM/46UZeIJazo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-1262461268660805790</id><published>2008-11-14T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:33:46.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Umbrella</title><content type='html'>Note: This is another post contributed by &lt;a href="http://purple-mushroom.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Purple~Mushroom.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I blogged about this last year in my very own blog, but I thought it would be nice to re-post this in G-Files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime in July last year (2007), I bought a colorful rainbow colored umbrella. I went home and opened up the umbrella to admire it.  That very same day, I fell sick. High fever that night, followed by sore throat and coughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a night I couldn't sleep and I dreamt that there is a ghost in my house. It was a man. He took the umbrella and tried to strangle me with it. I woke up with heavy sweating. I couldn't sleep well for a few days in row. There seems to be something there, disturbing me when I tried to sleep. I dunno what, but I was guessing that it may be the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told a few friends about this and all of them asked me to throw the umbrella away. My hubby freaked out when I sms him about it and he asked me to get rid of the umbrella ASAP. I did as they told me to. I placed the umbrella inside the lift and just left it there. I supposed someone will take it away, afterall, it was a brand new, nice umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting rid of the umbrella, I had a very sound sleep. My sore throat seems to be much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. is there really a ghost in my umbrella? Is this coincidence, or superstitious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the end of it. Last July (2008), I dreamt about this ‘man’ again. I knew it was the same man. I was walking alone in a garden and all of a sudden, I was chased by ‘something’. I got really scared. I reached a placed where there are fences all along the way. I turned to look into the fencing and saw that same ‘man’ sitting behind the fence and staring at me. I got so scared that I actually screamed out. My hubby woke me up and asked if I was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this have any meaning or is it just another weird dream? What makes me wonder was why I dreamt of this man again when I did not even think about the previous incident?  I hope I don’t dream of ‘him’ anymore. It’s eerie.&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/29689956-1262461268660805790?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/1262461268660805790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=1262461268660805790&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/1262461268660805790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/1262461268660805790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2008/11/ghost-umbrella.html' title='Ghost Umbrella'/><author><name>Kenny Ng</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104628191465782300365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5kocnhZEjlQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFBM/46UZeIJazo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-3344672635208535651</id><published>2008-11-07T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:52:53.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock! Knock!</title><content type='html'>Note: This is another post contributed by &lt;a href="http://purple-mushroom.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Purple~Mushroom.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incident happened to my friend Patrick, who went for a business trip in SG. It happened many years back and he could not remember the name of the hotel now. This is the regular company corporate hotel and whenever he visits SG, he stayed at this hotel. All the rooms in this hotel is quite old and not in a perfect condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One particular trip, Patrick checked into a room. This hotel room has the usual room layout, where the wardrobe is just near the entrance opposite the bathroom. He did not feel uneasy and it was just another normal routine for him. That night, while Patrick was about to get to sleep, there was a soft knocking which seems like coming from the room corridor. The knocking became louder gradually but he did not suspect anything because he knew there were people in the next room as he could hear voices coming from the other room. He ignored the knock and slept on the first night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second night, the same thing happened. He could hear soft knock coming from the corridor. The knocks become more intensified and it was like someone was banging on the door of the wardrobe. Patrick got very agitated as he could not sleep due to the noise. At this time, Patrick was quite sure that the knock is coming from inside the wardrobe… it sounded like someone was knocking from inside! Patrick walked to the wardrobe and opened the wardrobe door. He starred at the wardrobe, closed the door and went back to sleep. The noise was gone! No more knocking. He wasn’t afraid at that time because it didn’t cross his mind that it may be ‘something’ inside.  He thought that the noise came from the next room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may really be some spirit inside the wardrobe, wanting to get out. So it just knocked and after Patrick opened the door, it came out and therefore, stopped knocking.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29689956-3344672635208535651?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/3344672635208535651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=3344672635208535651&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/3344672635208535651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/3344672635208535651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2008/11/knock-knock.html' title='Knock! Knock!'/><author><name>Kenny Ng</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104628191465782300365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5kocnhZEjlQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFBM/46UZeIJazo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-8949567204281186470</id><published>2008-11-01T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:09:25.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is The House Haunted?</title><content type='html'>Note: This post was contributed by &lt;a href="http://purple-mushroom.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Purple~Mushroom.&lt;/a&gt; Stay tuned for 2 more stories will be posted soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I was 7 years old, my family used to live in a house at Taman Supreme, Cheras. My parents had weird encounters here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a double storey house, split level, with a dark hallway leading to the kitchen area. There is study room along the hallway. My parents never fell right while living here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My brother, who was 1 yr old that time, felt sick all the time. There was once where he had a terrible fever that lasted for many days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Each time my mum walk past the hallway, she felt cold and gets goose bumps.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dad has 2 白眼圈 birds. Before we moved to this house, the birds never sang. But once we moved into this house, the birds sang like crazy everyday! They also flew frantically in the cages, as if they were scared.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dad did not felt right in that house and could sense that something is always there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mum dreamt that there is a small person running around the house and my mum was trying to catch this person and ask him to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Nothing went right when we lived in this house. We were there for less than 6 months when my parents decided to move out. They never investigated on the history of the house but they believe something is inside. They also have the idea that the landlord knew something was not right but kept quiet about it. No wonder the landlord treated my parents so nice even though the house was rented so cheaply to my parents.&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/29689956-8949567204281186470?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/8949567204281186470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=8949567204281186470&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/8949567204281186470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/8949567204281186470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-house-haunted.html' title='Is The House Haunted?'/><author><name>Kenny Ng</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104628191465782300365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5kocnhZEjlQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFBM/46UZeIJazo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-4804902324157797247</id><published>2008-10-28T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:25:37.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird worshiping [part II] - The Hit</title><content type='html'>The next day… I wasn’t at the house… my fren and her mom was at their new house till late evening. They were trying to finalise the things for the renovation. Later that evening when they got back home to their old house, my fren called me and told me, something is definitely wrong with that house. I ask y? btw, I didn’t tell them bout the shadow in their house and all that stuff, dun wanna frighten them as I dunno how will they take this kinda stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is so wrong bout the house? She said her mom’s hand has a bruise on it.. I told her what is so big deal bout a bruise? Could have just knock something somewhere.. she said no no.. u got to look at it… it has a mark of 2 fingers pinching on it and when it is rubbed it doesn’t hurt a single bit. Then I told her not to be afraid and we shall find a solution tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, lunch time she came to look for me for lunch with her mom. Her mom told me it is definitely those stuff, coz she is very sensitive on those stuff and she got this kind of bruises before and this kinda bruise does not hurt and u can see the 2 fingers mark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the mark, and then I told them. I’m not sure how they will take it but since they believe there is such thing exists in this world so I told them that I saw something at their house the other day. Told them they have to do the house cleansing stuff. Make sure to get someone who does know how to do all this. And after they move in, if felt anything not right, they must voice out so that things can be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29689956-4804902324157797247?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/4804902324157797247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=4804902324157797247&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/4804902324157797247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/4804902324157797247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2008/10/weird-worshiping-part-ii-hit.html' title='Weird worshiping [part II] - The Hit'/><author><name>hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh</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-29689956.post-4333483475922528704</id><published>2008-10-28T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T00:16:57.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Ghost at Timber Factory</title><content type='html'>Note: These posts were contributed by &lt;a href="http://purple-mushroom.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Purple~Mushroom&lt;/a&gt;, many thanks to her contribution to this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I forgot the year which this happened, but it was many years back when I was in secondary school. It happened to my mum’s friend back in Seremban, and it was the 14th of Month 7 (Ghost Festival).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who live in Seremban, you will know at the Rasah junction, there used to be a timber factory near the highway (I am not sure if it is still there now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, my mum’s friend, let’s call her Jenny, was out with a few friends for drinks. As she was the only one driving, she send all the friends back home and the last friend was dropped off at the house at Seremban Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny is now driving alone and as she stopped at a nearby traffic light, she saw a woman in red in front of the traffic lights. Within a few moments, the lady in red appeared beside her car and knocked on her window. Jenny winds the window down and the lady asked if she could give her a ride. Before Jenny could answer, she heard the car door closed at the back ‘bum!’. She lady was now at the backseat of her car. At this moment, Jenny knew something was not right, but surprisingly, she remained very calm. She drove the car along the Rahang – Rasah road and then she asked in cantonese: “Why so late you are still out alone?”. The lady answered in a very agitated tone: “Why you ask so much!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time, Jenny felt a bit worried and continue driving towards her own house direction, where she has to pass by the Timber Factory at Rasah junction. There was a traffic light there and it was red. Jenny stopped her car and asked: “Where do you want to go?” There was no answer. Jenny does not dare to look at the rearview mirror. Then she asked again “Where do you want to go?” No answer. Jenny took the courage to look at the rearview mirror and the lady was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time, Jenny started to panic and her car kept dying off. Her hands were shaking and as soon as she reached home, she burned some incense and started calling her friends about the incident. She was shaking the whole night. The next morning, she found a lipstick at the backseat of her car. It belongs to non of her friends. Jenny threw it away as she is afraid that it might belong to the lady ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that incident, Jenny heard people saying that some men who went drinking at wee hours in the morning did saw this lady sitting on top of the timber in the factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that factory is haunted with this lady ghost and that night, she just needed a ride back to the factory. That’s why she hopped onto Jenny’s car and went off when Jenny stopped at the traffic lights in front of the factory.&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/29689956-4333483475922528704?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/4333483475922528704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=4333483475922528704&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/4333483475922528704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/4333483475922528704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2008/10/lady-ghost-at-timber-factory.html' title='Lady Ghost at Timber Factory'/><author><name>Kenny Ng</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104628191465782300365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5kocnhZEjlQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFBM/46UZeIJazo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-5646105666441658247</id><published>2008-10-24T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T16:08:30.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Worshiping</title><content type='html'>This happen just about a week back.&lt;br /&gt;Location: New housing estate in Puchong, near Bkt Jalil and Puchong Kinrara site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This house is my friend's house. So I will not reveal too much details on the exact location coz I didnt get permission from my friend to blog this findings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a new house and just got the keys to the house. I've been helping her to check the house for defects (to claim for any defects) and also talking to the contractor to do some renovation. To cut it short, after few visit to the house, we didn't see anything wrong with the house... everything was ok till 1 day... her mom went up stair to the toilet to re-check all the water paips and testing if there is any blockage or leakage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then ran down stairs (3storey house and she was at the 2rd fr and me at the G-flr). She ask me to go see the toilet upstairs and telling me that she found some unusual stuff there... I was wondering what so unusual la.. she told me that she found something with 3 joss stick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went upstairs to take a look and true enough it was hidden in 1 corner of the toilet beside the toilet bowl. A paper plate with a heap of sand on it... on top of it is stuck with 3 joss stick that already burned. The scarrier part is that the toilet bowl cover is scribbled with something in RED ink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that we have been into the house many times and already inspected the house many times also....and we are very sure that we have not seen that previously. I suspected some thing a miss...  got the all downstairs and I went scouting for IT... I couldn't find that thing...  until.. I was 1 floor down.... I was in the walk in wardrobe, as I back out of the wardrobe, the whole place surrounding me just went dark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on a broad daylight when we were at the house. So sunny and very hot.. no clouds that very afternoon... quickly I know something is behind me and cant be human coz no one is bigger size than me that can block the sunlight.  As I turn back, the room brightens immediately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damn... true enough no one was behind me... I tried looking for IT but failed to find IT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC...PART-II&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29689956-5646105666441658247?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/5646105666441658247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=5646105666441658247&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/5646105666441658247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/5646105666441658247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2008/10/weird-worshiping.html' title='Weird Worshiping'/><author><name>hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-2148181748888871672</id><published>2008-10-17T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:35:17.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy and Funny</title><content type='html'>Note: These posts were contributed by &lt;a href="http://purple-mushroom.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Purple~Mushroom&lt;/a&gt;, many thanks to her contribution to this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These 2 stories are contributed by my cousin bother, Raymond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weird Encounter near Taylor’s College&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond used to study at Taylor’s college and he stayed with his friends at SS14. During 1999, one night, he and a bunch of friends went to the pool bar opposite the college to celebrate one of the guy’s 21st bday.  As usual, a bunch of 19 to 21 year old kids… high and drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happen is that Raymond sneaked out of the bar at 4am. He did not drive that night so he has to walk back to SS14. He walked towards the direction of Metropolitan College. There is bridge to cross to the other side to SS14. There used to be a big monsoon drain, now it’s a flyover. Not long ago, there was news that a body was found in the monsoon drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Raymond was trying to cross the road and walk towards the bridge, he was checking his surroundings as it was really very dark. He looked to the left and right, no car then he walked towards the bridge. He saw a lady walking towards his direction and the way she walks is very unusual… like ‘kangkang’, something like how a zombie walks. He can’t see her face as it was dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond thought “ WTF!! 4am this lady here crossing the bridge”. He started to panic. As he walks up the stairs, she walked down. When he past her, she stopped! Raymond continued walking and he can feel like she was turning around towards him. His heart started pounding fast and he did not dare to look around, worrying that she may appear behind him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman made the first move by calling him ‘ah chai’. (Ah Chai as in ‘guy’ or ‘son’).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond started to pick up his steps and run towards the petrol station. Then… this time, she really raised her voice! She shouted “Ah chai!! Oi tiu si fat mou!!?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Riana Green Incident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another story happened when he was staying at Riana Green. It was 5am and he reached home from a party. He came out of the lift and a woman’s voice called out to his name. The voice called him “Piow” which is his Chinese name. No one calls him that other than very close friends and relatives. Normally people say if you hear voices calling your name at unusual situation, do not answer if not after the third time. So he kept walking to his unit and then when he almost reaches the door, the voice called out his name for the second time, “Piow”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was like WTF!! and tried to open his door quickly. When he got in to his apartment, he looked out after locking the iron grill. There was nothing there and he cursed the thing in Chinese bad words screaming towards the direction where to voice came from: “Tiu niama lah. I never offend you please don’t disturb me!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stripped himself totally naked and took a shower, washed all his clothes and shoe.&lt;br /&gt;This is what people say you should do because maybe you stepped on something and bring them back. Nothing happened after that. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the 2 stories above ‘potong stim’? I scolded Ray when he told me but I also laughed at the first story. I told him potong stim because no real ghost involved! But since I wrote this when he was telling me, I might as well share it. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*P/S: Stay tuned for real story from Purple~Mushroom...&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/29689956-2148181748888871672?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/2148181748888871672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=2148181748888871672&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/2148181748888871672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/2148181748888871672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2008/10/creepy-and-funny.html' title='Creepy and Funny'/><author><name>Kenny Ng</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104628191465782300365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5kocnhZEjlQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFBM/46UZeIJazo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-6309100325448508410</id><published>2008-09-28T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:05:07.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger</title><content type='html'>This is my first ever G-Files story which happened in Dubai. This is not really my own experienced story in Dubai but since high demand from readers, I just blog it out from my colleague's experienced. So far I still haven't encountered any 'special' happened to me in Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incident was happening in one of our villas, the villa used to be my first villa (Named as Villa 1) to stay when I moved down from Abu Dhabi to Dubai. After our company staffs are getting more, the management decided to get few more villas and the first villa in Dubai I stayed have to let go for Muslim staffs to stay for conveniences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were the first tenant to stay at the Villa 1, the villa is still new and I don't feel any weird feeling during my stayed at the villa. Only the first day I moved in, I was about to enter one of the toilets and switch on the light bulb, the light bulb got burned and I heard like someone inside the toilet shouted 'ouch'! When I open the door I saw no body, then I tried to fixed the light bulb but it was unsuccessful. After I moved out from the villa, there are so many stories about the villa from my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first incident was one of my colleagues heard a woman was crying somewhere in the villa, he tried to figured it out but can't found anything. The other colleagues always felt someone was passing by his bed when he was about to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time, another colleague was fell sick for a long term, she can't fully recovered for months and getting weaker. At first she thought she wasn't fit for the environment in middle east and just keep on taking medicines. After few months she saw 'someone' is starring at her in her room during midnight at top of the room corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that she suspected that her sickness was due to the 'thing'. One day she was unable to go to work, so just stay at home for rest, during resting time, the air conditioner in the room was off automatically, then she turned it on again and then it off again. It sounds like someone was pressing the remote control to off the power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she decided to shift the room to another one together with her roommates. Since that she was getting better and the 'thing' never disturb her anymore after another housemate did some prayer in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I not sure why it only happened in that particular Villa 1 for Muslim, according to another colleague who stay in that villa told me, this 'thing' only attack on someone who is lack of self-control and untidy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seldom went to that Villa 1 since I moved to another villa, anyway I really had a different feeling when I stepped into the villa. Most of them like to go out somewhere for fun till late night, I suspect maybe that is one of the factor to bring in the 'stranger' into the villa. Furthermore the villa is untidy and quite bad conditions due to bad workmanship of builder, till now... the toilet light bulb still unable to fix even they called electrician to fix it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29689956-6309100325448508410?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/6309100325448508410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=6309100325448508410&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/6309100325448508410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/6309100325448508410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2008/09/stranger.html' title='Stranger'/><author><name>Kenny Ng</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104628191465782300365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5kocnhZEjlQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFBM/46UZeIJazo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-639205244356722219</id><published>2008-09-20T03:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T04:06:58.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing By?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Note: Sorry for never update this blog for more than a year, I never have much time to update blogs since I has been transferred to Dubai for work. Furthermore my partner for this blog also too busy with his career, I just dropped by to check this blog and I found out we never updated since August 2007. Very sorry for the inconveniences and thank you for your support so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is my own experienced encounter during my stay at a rental condominium in Kuala Lumpur years ago. I was joining my friends to rent a condominium somewhere near Old Klang Road, after a year we have to move out from Block A to other unit, then 3 of us decided to stay together again and we found another unit at Block B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day we were busy to clean up our own room and common areas, then my friend did a simple prayer in Hindu style before we shifted in. The next day I started moving in my stuffs in my room, during arranging my stuffs all my housemates left the house for food, and I was just continue my arrangement in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I closed my room door to fix up some wires for my power connection to my computer, when completed I straight away tuned on some musics and continue arranged my stuffs. Suddenly I heard someone was knocking my room door by using fingers, the sound was like using the finger nails and it knocked three times on my room door, the sound like 'krock krock krock'... I thought my housemate just came back, so I just opened my door to see what he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I opened my room door, I saw no body was outside my room! Then I checked around the house and I found no body in the house! I wasn't believe it so I called up my housemates where were they, guess what? They all still having their meal at opposite of the condo! From that moment, I just don't care about it and continue to arrange my stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I was just alone in the house, both of my housemates like to go out till late night, but I always can heard like someone just came home but I saw no body. For example, I always used to came back home from work earlier than them, got few times during I took my shower, I heard someone just came back home, I can heard someone was opened the main door and walked in together with the house keys sound. After I finished my shower, when I came out from bathroom, I saw no body at home! So who was entered to the house? After some time they only came home, then I asked does anyone of them came home just now, both of them said NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;They asked me why then I said nothing, I don't want them to get freak out of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I felt someone passed by the hall when I was in my room with my computer, and I can assure you that there was no body except me in the house. Sometimes when I watched TV at the living hall, I felt cool air passed by from main door to window, the main door was closed and how does the cool air came from? If the cool air from window I will not bother about it. Anyway I just acted like nothing happen and continue watching the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time, one of my friend who can see and sense the 'thing' came to my house, after his visit he told me the house does have the 'thing' but it's no harm, it just passing by my house. It is because our house is empty most of the time compare to our neighbous all are family house. That's why I rared some fishes in the living hall to make sure have some living spirits in the hall, after that the weird sound was reduced, but I can heard my fishes get shock sometimes even no body in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still like that house, since I work in Dubai now, I no longer rent the house anymore, my friend is continuing staying at the house.&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/29689956-639205244356722219?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/639205244356722219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=639205244356722219&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/639205244356722219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/639205244356722219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2008/09/passing-by.html' title='Passing By?'/><author><name>Kenny Ng</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104628191465782300365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5kocnhZEjlQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFBM/46UZeIJazo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-7017624372655836472</id><published>2007-08-28T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T00:38:48.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Like To Collect Sea Shell? (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>part 2.. (continue from previous post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after she disposed the seashells, her sleep was interrupted again. This time, every time she closes her eyes she can feel that as if someone is breathing to her face. And when she opens her eyes, her boyfriend is sleeping, facing the other side. And sometimes she felt like as if someone is sleeping in the middle of the bed because she will slide to the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day her aunt came to visit her. So she brought her aunt to visit each and every single room in her house. Suddenly her aunts' face turned green and asks her to go out for a drink. At the restaurant, her aunt told her that she saw a lady sitting on the floor next to the bedside. The manager got so stunned and again she asked the fengsui master to come to her house. The fengsui master stayed with her in the house for a while to monitor what was happening in the house. And he noticed the "lady" follows the manager in her house wherever she goes even she sleeps. And the "lady" likes to sleep in between her and her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately she sold the house and rent a house somewhere else until she found a new house. No one knows where the "lady" came from but one thing for sure; she didn't follow the manager to her new house. Probably she is staying with a new owner now….So, have you bought a house recently in Cheras?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29689956-7017624372655836472?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/7017624372655836472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=7017624372655836472&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/7017624372655836472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/7017624372655836472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2007/08/do-you-like-to-collect-sea-shell-part-2.html' title='Do You Like To Collect Sea Shell? (Part 2)'/><author><name>Kenny Ng</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104628191465782300365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5kocnhZEjlQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFBM/46UZeIJazo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-5476878749764998087</id><published>2007-08-25T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T02:25:29.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Like To Collect Sea Shell? (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>Note: This post is contributed by &lt;a href="http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Sasha&lt;/a&gt; from her real encounter story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One of the managers in my previous working place used to love to collect sea shells whenever she travels. She stopped doing it and she threw away her whole collection. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after she brought back the seashells from her first trip, she cannot sleep in peace anymore. Whenever she closes her eyes, someone will whisper to her in Thai language. Sometimes in Chinese. Sometimes she doesn't even know what language it is. She was about to go cuckoo because she just cannot sleep. So she planned for a get away holiday. And when she went to sleep in the hotel room, she hears the same person whispering to her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She suffered for quite some time. She even moved her house and still she hear people whispering to her. Then she brought the fengshui master home and straight away the fengsui master asked her "Did you bring back anything from your recent holiday?" Then she replied "yes I bought many things". Fengsui master said "No, not the stuff that you buy. The stuff that you picked up from he ground or anywhere from the roadside." Then she remembered and showed him the sea shells she proudly displayed under her coffee table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fengsui master brought her out of the house and explained to her. There are "things" living in the seashells that she brought back. And immediately she remembers that her sleep was interrupted after she brought back the sea shells from Phuket. (after the tsunami incident)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That explains why she hear people whispering to her. The "things" living in the seashells are lonely and asking her to accompany them. The same day she throw away all the seashells and from that day onwards she can sleep peacefully but not for long...(to be continued)&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/29689956-5476878749764998087?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/5476878749764998087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=5476878749764998087&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/5476878749764998087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/5476878749764998087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2007/08/do-you-like-to-collect-sea-shell-part-1.html' title='Do You Like To Collect Sea Shell? (Part 1)'/><author><name>Kenny Ng</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104628191465782300365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5kocnhZEjlQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFBM/46UZeIJazo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-1013212705933188359</id><published>2007-07-28T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T01:30:48.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunted Playground</title><content type='html'>Note: I got this video clip from my friend through email, it was told the place is in Putrajaya but after my friend searching around, Putrajaya doesn't have this kind of playground. So the actual place still unidentified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This video reminds me during my primary school days, I did saw this kind of phenomena happened in my school. It was a sunny afternoon recess time, I was playing along with my friends in the playground, suddenly one of my friend was standing still and look at the other side, when we called him, he never replied us. So we were curious and look at the direction he was looking at, and we saw one of the swing was moving itself just like the video clip below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, the other swings were not moving but only one was moving. The movement was exactly like someone is sitting on it and force the swing move forward and backward. I still remember that time was no strong wind, how can the swing move itself? After few years that playground became a new block of the school, but still got many weird incidents happened around that area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's analyst the video clip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q842lrdJ4RA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q842lrdJ4RA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you think? Is that real?&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/29689956-1013212705933188359?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/1013212705933188359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=1013212705933188359&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/1013212705933188359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/1013212705933188359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2007/07/haunted-playground.html' title='Haunted Playground'/><author><name>Kenny Ng</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104628191465782300365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5kocnhZEjlQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFBM/46UZeIJazo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-7605144976301475127</id><published>2007-07-10T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T00:14:30.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sad Ghost Story</title><content type='html'>Note: This post is contributed by &lt;a href="http://purple-mushroom.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Purple~Mushroom&lt;/a&gt; from her real encounter story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is another true life event that happened long time ago, when my mum was still young (about 10-12 years old). It also involves my aunty Ah Hui. Those of you who have read the story Grandma Got Possessed will know that Ah Hui is my youngest aunty (from my mum’s family).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum’s grandma used to live in the far side of Semenyih. They have a younger daughter; let’s call her “May” for reference here as I do not know her name. May was in love with a young man at that time, and they used to sit under a huge frangipani tree right in front of the house to chit chat everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, May suddenly committed suicide.  No one knows why. She drank a bottle of acid. Her throat and internal organs were all badly burnt. She vomited on her bed and still has the strength to wash all the bed sheets and hang them up to dry. Then, she lay on the front porch, waiting to die as she did not want to die inside the house. When her family found her in the morning, they rushed her to the hospital. The doctors were surprised that she could still talk after all the burns. She talked to all her family members and her brothers and asked them to take care of the parents. Then, she died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the evening that she passed away, at her funeral, her boyfriend, devastated, sat at the living room of her house, looking out. Suddenly, he saw May riding on a bicycle returning to the home. He shouted at her, calling out her name and then he fainted. What he saw was her spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the very same funeral night, my aunty Ah Hui saw the ox head and horse face (牛头马面) !!! They were dragging May home, maybe for her to see her family (we don’t know why). According to aunty Ah Hui, they are very, very tall, about 7-8 foot, one dressed in black and another in white, and May has her hands and legs chained. She could also hear the sound of the chain! Cling-clang-cling-clang. Aunty Ah Hui was shocked and speechless…. She was just a little kid at that time and she could still remember their face very clearly. Eerie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this incident, the family member could still hear May coming home and fetch water from the well (that time, they used well). They could also hear her cry at night.&lt;br /&gt;The family later found out what happened. The frangipani tree has a spirit. That spirit fell in love with May, and made her killed herself. The spirit also supported May to do all the washing and talking despite the terrible burns after drinking the entire bottle of acid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, May die a really pitiful death. It’s not her will to commit suicide and but something else made her did it. But committing suicide is a big sin. I think that is why she was being locked and brought back by the two tai kor Ox Head and Horse Face. Sometimes, we (me and my cousins) wondered whether the frangipani tree spirit got to be with her after all it has done to May. It is really a sad incident. What do you think?&lt;br /&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/29689956-7605144976301475127?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/7605144976301475127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=7605144976301475127&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/7605144976301475127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/7605144976301475127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2007/07/sad-ghost-story.html' title='A Sad Ghost Story'/><author><name>Kenny Ng</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104628191465782300365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5kocnhZEjlQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFBM/46UZeIJazo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-5119809449065379080</id><published>2007-07-04T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T23:10:11.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Got Possessed</title><content type='html'>Note: This post is contributed by &lt;a href="http://purple-mushroom.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Purple~Mushroom&lt;/a&gt; from her real encounter story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My grandma passed away in 2004. I remembered I was in Bangkok for work at that time. When I heard of the news, I was feeling sad that whole day. A few months before she left this world, something terrible happened. She got possessed. I wasn’t there at that time, but I managed to get my cousin sister, Yen, who was the first witness to tell me what happened that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start, I need to make clear the following people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen – My cousin sister, first witness&lt;br /&gt;Ah Hui – my youngest aunt, Yen’s mother&lt;br /&gt;Ray – Yen’s eldest brother&lt;br /&gt;Ah Ma – my grandma&lt;br /&gt;Ah Ku and Ah Kim – My mum’s youngest brother and his wife (they stayed with my grandma)&lt;br /&gt;Aunty – Ah Kim’s sister&lt;br /&gt;The 3 kids – Ah Ku and Ah Kim’s 3 young kids&lt;br /&gt;Tua yee – my eldest aunty&lt;br /&gt;Tai kor – my eldest cousin brother, also, Tua yee’s eldest son&lt;br /&gt;Yee kor – my second eldest cousin brother, Tua yee’s second son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that Yen’s family, Tua yee and Ah Ku’s family are within the same housing area, just a few houses away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be writing this story as Yen, exactly how she told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the story begins…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started around 8-9pm Friday night, I remembered it was Friday night because I just came home from college that day. My mum told me Ah Ma just got discharged from the hospital, she is very weak and asked me to go visit her at her house.  So I went down to her house. Only the 3 kids and Ah Kim’s sister were there. Then Ah Kim's sis (aunty) told me Ah Ma is sleeping in her room....very weak, so I went to her room...the door wasn’t close. I just peep from outside the door. They didn’t turn on the lights.....so it is dark inside. I just peep for awhile....then I went to the living hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 15 minutes later, I went to peep again. This time, I could see Ah Ma moving. She was coughing. She turned her head and looked at me.  I didn’t want to scare her so I called her “Ah Ma”.  Then she asked me “Who are you?” (ni shi shui?) I told her, I am Yen. She seems to be blur. I thought she must have taken the medicine so maybe blur and can’t recognize me. So I told her again...”I am yen, your granddaughter”. It seems like she wanted to move, wanted to get up from the bed. Then aunty also came to the room, and asked her not to get up, worry that she might fall. Grandma does not listen and still trying to get up. So, we went into the room and turn on the lights. We asked her to take good rest and she lay down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just a very short moment, she opened her eyes again. This time, she looked very pale and seems very blur. Then she asked me the same question: “Who are you?” I told her, “I am your granddaughter la, don’t move, lie down and rest” Aunty became worried and asked me to call my mum (Ah Hui). So I called my mum and minutes later, she came. As usual, she was mumbling and complaining. She asked what happened. Aunty explained to her that she is worried because Ah Ma looked very pale and weak. Then mum went into the room. She ask Ah Ma in Hokkien: “What is wrong?” Then Ah Ma opened her eyes… wide and big. She asked Mum in mandarin: “Who are you?”  This is weird because they used to speak in Hokkien, not mandarin. My mum replied: “I am your daughter la... Ah Hui ah”  Then Ah Ma answered: “Go away, go away. You all go away!” While she said go away....she keep trying to wake up from the bed. My mum blocked her and laid her back to the bed again. Then she fell asleep again, in just split seconds. We all felt something is wrong. Everyone start to get worry. Aunty suggested to send grandma back to hospital coz she says grandma is weak. Then we started calling Ah Ku and Ah Kim but couldn’t get through. No one dare to stay at Ah Ma’s room. We all sat at the dining hall, trying to call people for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry that Ah Ma may wake up and fell off the bed, so I went to her door and make sure she is ok. While I was standing at the door, Ah Ma suddenly turned her head and looked at me. Her face looks green, her eyes are big and wide open and she has a smiley face. I got so shocked and frighten and I screamed “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” My mum scolded me… she says ”You crazy ah… so loud wanna frighten Ah Ma” Then I said “Ah Ma... what are you doing?”  I asked my mum to see… she came and says what happened. At that time, Ah Ma already sat up and she is sitting at the bed. We rushed to her bed. Ah Ma’s eyes still rolling big and wide. Everyone panicked. We asked the 3 kids to say the prayers (Ah Ma and Ah Ku’s family are Christians) My mum held Ah Ma and laid her back to the bed, asking her to sleep. We all went panicked… and we were desperately looking for people. We called Tua yee. In a matter of minutes, Tua yee came together with Tai kor and Yee kor. My brother Ray came too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the guys went into Ah Ma’s room and they all shouted ‘AH MA! AH MA!” It seems like something else is inside Ah Ma. Ah Ma keep wanting to get up from her bed. She tried to take off her clothes. Then all the guys stand by the bed and hold her down. Then we started to see Ah Ma’s teeth. She was growling and roaring…. Grrrrr…grrrrrr……. Eyes rolling big and wide... very fierce. It is very scary at this time. We all knew that this is not Ah Ma. Ray tried to say some Buddhist prayers in his heart and Ah Ma rolled her eyes big big and looked at him! That thing inside her knows that he is praying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called the ambulance. Then the pastor came. He said some prayers but it wasn’t any good at all. Ah Ma’s eyes was rolling big looking at the cross hanging on the wall. The ambulance came. All Malay men. They told us that Ah Ma is not sick. They say that she kena rasuk. Then those Malay men used their doa, or whatever, and then used their palm to cover Ah Ma’s eyes. Everything was calm after that. They send her to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Yen’s part of the story.. My mum, upon hearing this, rushed from KL to Seremban hospital. The story continues in the hospital as the ‘Thing’ has not leave Ah Ma alone yet. More to come. But I need to interview more people because I wasn’t there to witness all the excitement. Hah! But seems like the Malay doa was very useful to calm the ‘thing’ down. Till today, when Yen thought about Ah Ma’s green, smiley face with big, wide eyes, she still gets the shivers. Everything that happened is done by that ‘Thing’. When Ah Ma finally regained conscious, she does not know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all suspected this ‘Thing’ came with Ah Ma from the hospital. Coz, before that, Ah Ma was in hospital a few days for asthma. We also suspected that the house which Ah Ku was staying was not ‘clean’. Ah Ku doesn’t like us to mention this. But the kids told us they always hear people singing in the house at night. Well… what do you think?&lt;br /&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/29689956-5119809449065379080?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/5119809449065379080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=5119809449065379080&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/5119809449065379080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/5119809449065379080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2007/07/grandma-got-possessed.html' title='Grandma Got Possessed'/><author><name>Kenny Ng</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104628191465782300365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5kocnhZEjlQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFBM/46UZeIJazo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-66248145739669222</id><published>2007-06-24T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T01:36:20.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Lady Sang Along With Mum</title><content type='html'>Note: This post is contributed by &lt;a href="http://purple-mushroom.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Purple~Mushroom&lt;/a&gt; from her real encounter story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This incident happened when I was 1 year old. Of course, I never remember any of this but my mum always tells this story whenever we talk about ghost encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was either year 1977 or 1978. That day was Hungry Ghost festival, timeline around 7pm. It was drizzling that day. My parents were staying at Cheras, and there was a Chinese cemetery behind the housing area. My parents, me and an Indian maid was home that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum started to sing me a song, the ‘Ma Ma Hao’ song, if anyone knows. When she was singing halfway, she could hear someone singing along with her. It was a lady, and the voice was shaky, and coming from the stairwell area… as if the sound was ‘flying in’ from above. My mum stopped, then told me: “Girl, u listen, Ani is singing” (Ani is the Indian maid).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad grabbed my mum’s hand and said: “You listen carefully… how can an Indian know how to sing Chinese song?” At this time, the ‘lady’ continued signing… and she sang the whole song till the end of the song! My mum was like: “uh oh… so early meh???” Both my parents goose pimples and bulu roma started standing. Nothing they could do. After that, there was silence. My mum went to ask Ani: “Did you sing?” Ani answered no. Can you imagine my parents reaction and feelings at that time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, they told this incident to my aunties. My aunties, being superstitious people, they went to buying those Chinese praying stuffs and started praying around the house. My mum thinks that they did it wrongly, because that night after they prayed, the wind blew so strongly like something was very angry and fierce! Then my aunties brought my parents to see a medium (those where some God entered their body). The medium told my parents not to be worried. He says that this ghost lady was passing by and heard my mum singing. So, she joined the fun and meant no harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing bad happened after that. But to be on the safe side, my parents moved out of the house the following month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story always brings chills down my spine. I have goose pimples all over while i was writing this. If i could sing the song as demonstration, it would be better. But i can't and I hope you guys can imagine the sound of it.&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/29689956-66248145739669222?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/66248145739669222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=66248145739669222&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/66248145739669222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/66248145739669222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2007/06/ghost-lady-sang-along-with-mum.html' title='Ghost Lady Sang Along With Mum'/><author><name>Kenny Ng</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104628191465782300365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5kocnhZEjlQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFBM/46UZeIJazo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-5196047561555072659</id><published>2007-06-20T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T00:33:49.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Tall Figure at Seremban 2</title><content type='html'>Note: This post is contributed by &lt;a href="http://purple-mushroom.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Purple~Mushroom&lt;/a&gt; from her real encounter story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This happened to my parents a few years back. My parents are always adventurous when comes to houses. One day, they were at Seremban and they went to Seremban 2 to admire some of the semi-Ds and bungalows there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are always wondering how the actual layout of the houses are. So, when they saw a house with the doors unlock and opened, they stopped the car and walk into the house to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum went in first. She looked around the hall. My dad then came in and just when he was about to enter the house, he saw a tall, dark figure ‘flying’ upstairs. My dad says this figure is black in color, and he asked me to imagine Darth Vader… of course, without the helmet thingy la. He says it’s black and very tall. My mum was about to walk into the kitchen and my dad called her and went to grab her and pull her out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went into the car and my mum was still very puzzled and asked my dad what happened. My dad can’t say it until they left the Seremban 2 area and exited the KL-Seremban highway. His bulu roma and goose pimples were all over for the whole day and he was pale… even back in KL, his bulu roma and goose pimples still did not return to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad figured that this ‘thing’ that he saw, actually meant no harm and went upstairs because it saw people coming into the house. I think its true, cause if that thing is really that harmful, I think my Dad fell sick liao. But thank God my Dad was ok.&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/29689956-5196047561555072659?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/5196047561555072659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=5196047561555072659&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/5196047561555072659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/5196047561555072659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2007/06/black-tall-figure-at-seremban-2.html' title='Black Tall Figure at Seremban 2'/><author><name>Kenny Ng</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104628191465782300365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5kocnhZEjlQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFBM/46UZeIJazo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-4381884653138362326</id><published>2007-05-31T15:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T17:22:44.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Office encounter</title><content type='html'>Kuala Lumpur. Thursday, May 31, 2007. 2:50pm. In my office. Received a buzz in my phone and it was my colleague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: Whei. Come down quick!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Go down for what?&lt;br /&gt;F: Come down le. quick quick.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Where? Which floor? server room izzit?&lt;br /&gt;F: No. Just one floor down.&lt;br /&gt;Me: okokok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went down to see what is goin on. She told me that there is something downstairs in the server room. Apparently all the aunties on that floor knew that I can feel and see the g thing. So they ask my colleague to call me and get me to accompany her to the server room to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her what happened. Here is what she told me. She was reconfiguring my BlackBerry in the server room. Whilst waiting for it to run, she went and do a lil packing in the server room. After moving some stuff she continue configuring the device. Then, she heard someone or something vibrate some metal sheet leaning on the wall. The metal sheet was shaken until it fell on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I asked her what does she want me to do? Even if I can see or feel but I can’t do anything. I’m no ghost buster… if I am I think I can make more money than sitting my fat arse here. But I did go into the server room and I told her a lie. I say where got la… nothing oso…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my feelings when I enter the server room. As I have blog about it previously that my office has a live in spirit. He has moved from the 2nd floor ground floor. There are 2 small store rooms in the server room. When I enter the server room I have a lil uneasy feeling. Well, everytime I go near the room or the toilet behind also have this feeling, just that I won’t bother about it. So I went to see the mess that was made and evaluate the situation. Just put it this way, the metal sheets was placed firmly leaning against the wall. She showed me how the metal sheets vibrate from the inside and how the metal sheets fell on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went to scout in the store room and when I open the door to the store room nearest to the metal sheets I felt there is a presence of a being in it. Well I didn’t say anything and told my colleague it is nothing. Dun wanna scare her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;She still didn’t dare to go into the server room alone. I had to accompany her until I my device is configured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what can I say, my office is housing this being for a long time. Reason I called it a ‘he’ coz he let me see him before. My bosses know and they feel it. They just wont talk about it. At times he will just ask us to stop what ever we are doin and get out when we are working late esp my colleague in the server room. They both knws there are extraterrestrials in the office as they were ‘disturb’ by it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;-THE END-&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29689956-4381884653138362326?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/4381884653138362326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=4381884653138362326&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/4381884653138362326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/4381884653138362326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2007/05/office-encounter.html' title='Office encounter'/><author><name>hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-2451108844458153549</id><published>2007-05-06T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T01:31:22.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe It Or Not</title><content type='html'>This is the real encounter incident from me more than 8 years in construction site experienced. If anyone of you been any construction sites, do you realised that most of the construction sites will have a 'Datuk Gong' in there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not only a believe for Chinese, I can see all races of workers in construction sites believe in it. Usually they did some prayers before start of a project to avoid any nature act disaster on the site, they called it as 'God of Land' to pray before start any project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in my first year working in construction site in Bayan Baru, I really met lots of weird incident happened nearby my construction sites. One of it not far from my site, they never did any prayer before start work and also never placed a 'Datuk Gong' in the site. From the beginning of the project, the piling work delayed more than 2 months. They did try many methods and different machines to drive in the piles but all failed! They not even able to drive in the fist pile, every piles they drove in were broken or the machine broke down. Imagine my site can drove in all the piles nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that someone has told them to make some prayers because the land is not 'clean' at all, after they did some prayers, the piles can drove in nicely immediately. I really can't explain it how it works. I really saw it with my own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got one incident in my site, one day the contractor tried to shifted the 'Datuk Gong' to another location because it interrupted the road access, on that day the site had a serious accident, a steel roof trust about 150 feet long 5 tonnes weight collapsed during the installation. I was escape from that because so coincidence I got concrete test at the same time, I was suppose to go that location to check some steel bars. I was really lucky that not involved in that accident, if not I won't able to survive. That accident caused 3 workers injured and luckily no one died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, some workers forgot to pray at the 'Datuk Gong', at night they saw something in the construction site. Is that so powerful? Well... I can't explain it, but I really experienced it many times, I heard something was out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even all international factories such as Intel, Dell, and many more also requested the contractor to go through the prayer process before and during the project. So how do you explain it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29689956-2451108844458153549?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/2451108844458153549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=2451108844458153549&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/2451108844458153549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/2451108844458153549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2007/05/believe-it-or-not.html' title='Believe It Or Not'/><author><name>Kenny Ng</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104628191465782300365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5kocnhZEjlQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFBM/46UZeIJazo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-8498196211794997745</id><published>2007-04-17T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T00:16:59.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Was In The House?</title><content type='html'>This is my real encounter story happened in my previous house I rented with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in the evening after I came back from office, the weather was quite bad and going to rain. I was home alone, one of my housemate went outstation for few days and another one should be reach home soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a hurry and ran into toilet and did a big business (shitting). Suddenly I heard someone was open the main door, then closed it. The sound was normal like someone came back, so I thought my housemate came back home already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard a special SMS ring tone, so I was very sure that my housemate was back, he was using that ring tone for SMS on his mobile phone. So I don't care so much and carried on my big business. After that I heard my 'housemate' was sitting at the living hall with pulling the chair sound. Then the sound just went quiet, I was thinking maybe he was resting on the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After when I finished my big business and clean up myself, I came out from the toilet. Guess what? I found out no body in the house!!! I really can't believe what I heard all the sound, then I called up my friend to reconfirm everything. My friend picked up my call and replied me he was still in his office!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt very chill at that moment, I still can't believe it and I still keep on searching the whole house to see anyone in the house. It's impossible, I was alone in the house. How can the sound so real? How can it be I heard the ring tone that only my housemate special customised it on his mobile phone which no body use it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't believe it, then I went to check my housemate's car was it in the car park? I don't see his car. After few hours my friend came back, he asked why looking for him? I just replied... 'nothing, just thought wanna ask you for yam char'. I never told him what was happening until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... who was in the house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29689956-8498196211794997745?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/8498196211794997745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=8498196211794997745&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/8498196211794997745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/8498196211794997745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2007/04/who-was-in-house.html' title='Who Was In The House?'/><author><name>Kenny Ng</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104628191465782300365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5kocnhZEjlQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFBM/46UZeIJazo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-1973651503413576480</id><published>2007-04-12T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T00:03:56.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunted Office</title><content type='html'>This is the real stories from my own experiences...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer working in this office since I changed to a new company. It's been 5 years I working in this office. This office is located in a reserved jungle in Kuala Lumpur, which opposite of Bukit Tunku (Kenny Hill). For your all information, there are full of government offices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in my first year work in that office, I used to stay until late night or overnight in that office due to some emergency work. The first few times I don't feel or heard anything weird happened. Until one night, I was on call duty and back to the office on a weekend late night, I decided to stay overnight there since it was so late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the work done, I slept in the control center room with my another colleague who work in night shift. In the midnight I was waken up by something, I not sure what was that, but when I woke up, I saw my colleague still in deep sleep and snoring so loud. The most weird thing is... I heard a second snoring sound in that room! The snoring sound is from the other corner and I'm very sure the sound is not from my colleague because he just slept next to me. At that time, just only me and my colleague in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another story... it was festive season and public holiday, I never went back to my hometown because I was the only person who on duty. That time I was busy with my part time study final year thesis, so I stayed in that office for few days to complete the paper work. It was my most worst moment to stay there during that few nights in my life. The whole office only left another colleague who have to stay in control room, and I was in my own office room all the time, both of us were in different floor. I always heard 'someone' is knocking my door, got table or chairs movement sound from my next door room. I really felt I was not alone on that floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I got some weird intercom calls. My phone rang and when I pickup, no body was talking and I only heard some noise that like radio out of signal sound. When I looked at the display and make sure from which extension, the display showed nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time I went to my Headquarters to help me friend do some works, my headquarters just few blocks away from my office. It was going to late evening, we heard someone was running upstairs. For your information, the floor is made from concrete but the running footsteps sound is like running on a wooden building! The sound keeps repeating from one end to another end, so I decided to check it out who was there. When I was at that level, I see no body on that floor. Then I went to check with the security guard, guess what he told me? "That's normal and there is 'something' out there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I checked with some colleagues who work many years there, all also told me the same answer, each floor got different 'Thing' out there and got one even scary... it can changed to a person face exactly the same, one of the guard met before and he told me, he was open the door early in the morning before we all came to work, suddenly he saw one of our accountant was sitting on her desk then slowly faded and gone. Another colleague saw 'another' person walking on the corridor at night, in fact that person was not in the office! That's really scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29689956-1973651503413576480?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/1973651503413576480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=1973651503413576480&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/1973651503413576480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/1973651503413576480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2007/04/haunted-office.html' title='Haunted Office'/><author><name>Kenny Ng</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104628191465782300365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5kocnhZEjlQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFBM/46UZeIJazo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-5593655441743913549</id><published>2007-02-06T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T19:53:40.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy water??? !@#!$!@$#!#%#!%!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A quick post of my recent encounter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This happens in my dad's office in USJ. This incident happen not too long back and is still happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some lil rascal just love to springkle water out from the toilet. This was what I first thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I felt water springkled on my hands and face from the toilet entrance and I went to check it out. To what I know, no one went in and out of the toilet. But I still went to check it out and there was no one there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In front on the toilet entrance there is a partition board about 7 feet high. When I felt the water I was behind the partition board opposite the toilet entrance. So I went to check it out. I was cursing an swearing in my heart "which idiot have nothing better to do than to sprinkle water over the partition!" I walk towards the entrance of the toilet and no one was there. I ask who was in the toilet, and guess what, no one was even near there, not even to mention anyone walk in or out of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I then felt strange and confronted my dad. He told me, "shh.... not so loud. don't wanna let the staff know, if not she will be too frighten". Then I was thinking..what the...ttooott is all this??? My dad said he felt it sometimes and the staff felt it before too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apparently, the tenant upstairs is playing with 'guai chai' or 'lil ghost'. They use the 'lil devil' to bring them more income. When this lil devil is free they are very very playful. There is an airwell in the toilet and the 'guai chai' can come down through it. I told my dad, why not ask the thing not to come down and disturb ppl. My dad told me he did but that lil rascal is just being cheeky. Told IT not to disturb the peace but he just wanna play in the toilet area and he will not go any further than that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From then on, I felt it a few more times. This happens when the tenant upstairs move in about 2 years back. Guess what business they are running? Beauty spa for ladies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They use to have a security guard at the door way of the entrance and the guard has complaint  to my dad many thing up there. The guard left and many guards come and go... now they don't have a guard anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, all I can say is good luck to the patrons of the spa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29689956-5593655441743913549?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/5593655441743913549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=5593655441743913549&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/5593655441743913549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/5593655441743913549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2007/02/holy-water.html' title='Holy water??? !@#!$!@$#!#%#!%!'/><author><name>hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh</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-29689956.post-3882557329819846259</id><published>2007-02-01T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T23:42:33.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunted School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Note: This stories is contribute by &lt;a href="http://pauline-gee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pauline de Pianist&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're many stories told by my friends when they stay overnight in school for cocurricular activities. I'm not sure whether it's true or not, but I'll list them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 1 My friend who is a police cadet, he and his friends usually stay overnight at school for camping. The first night they only slept at around 5-6am, they heard some footsteps along the small road beside the school hall. At first they didn't really care about it, but later the sounds got louder and louder. And soon they could hear someone marching on the road. They were confused cuz everyone was sleeping that time. And so they came out and had a look. Nobody was there. They went back to their campsite but they heard the marching sounds again.but this time when they stood on the road, they still could hear the sounds very clearly. They were terrified of it and rushed back to the camp and sleep. Later that day they only knew that our school was once a Japanese army camping site where they would wake up early at that time to march in the field...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 2 There was once an incident where someone committed suicide in one of the class in my block. Before that someone said that when he went to that classroom and find something, he saw a gal, facing the windows with her back facing him. He didn't know who she was and he called her. And when she turned her head, it's like 360 degrees turn. Like any human beings, he was shocked and ran out from that class. Now we can see there are Buddha statues in that classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 3 It's undeniable that because the Japanese army has killed a lot of people during the time, the dead bodies were dumped in our school. So previously, it was a cemetery before the school was built. Many things occurred in our school, there were cases in our gals toilet[the 3rd one] where they said it's haunted and those people using it at night would feel that they were being looked by someone. There was once case last year when one of our band member made fun of ghost and in the end the ghost went into his body. He was like suffocating that time. Lucky was that his friend called our canteen worker, who knows a lot of things in this school, to come and help them and solve this problem. Now he didn't dare to make jokes of ghost already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 4 My good friend,also my classmate who sits beside me related this story to me. She's a Chinese Orchestra member, and once she was the head of a camp. She and her members have to sleep in the school hall. Before that,they would go to the toilet situated near our bengkel to take a bath. As the head, she has to check everyone whether they were already asleep or not and also to check whether anyone still in the toilet. Alone she was that time. She told me that she remembered she had locked all the toilets to ensure nobody was fooling around there and that only she has the keys to the toilets.Yet in the morning,when they went to the toilet again, one of the toilets was opened and water from the pipe was streaming non stop,causing the whole place very wet. Everyone was shocked about that cuz they knew no one went to the toilet and is impossible that my friend would have done it since she is quite a careful person and was sleeping together with them too. Till now, it's still a mystery to her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 5 This one is true, I can say. Fengshui state that yin is always more than yang when it comes to cemetry, right? And because our school is built there. Is like the school has been cursed. Each and every year, one of the students who graduated from Form 5, will be sacrificed. Mostly he or she will meet in a car or motor accident. My eldest and my second brothers' friend died in the car accidents when they graduated from Form 5, or going to Lower 6. This year there was a graduated Form 5 student died in accident too, but i'm not sre whether that person is from our school or not. It's a pity where innocent people passed away just like that.I  just graduated from Form 5 and so i'm always thankful to God that I'm safe and sound and i do hope my friends around me is safe too.just have to pray that this year will pass quickly..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29689956-3882557329819846259?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/3882557329819846259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=3882557329819846259&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/3882557329819846259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/3882557329819846259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2007/02/haunted-school.html' title='Haunted School'/><author><name>Kenny Ng</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104628191465782300365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5kocnhZEjlQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFBM/46UZeIJazo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-4047539329458867471</id><published>2007-01-20T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T15:33:49.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Places Where The Spirits Still Roams (II)</title><content type='html'>... Continue from previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6, Penang Island, the main road in between Union High School and Penang Turf Club, it has a slight corner on that stretch, used to be a deathly spot those days. Many cars banged to the same tree and died on the spot, the tree is not that big, but after so many accidents the tree still standing until now and only minor scratches. I used to passed by that road at night last time by riding my bike, I can felt extra cold although I still don't know that spot was the deathly spot. Got one time I was riding too fast and almost lost my control to that spot. I realised that when you drive or ride fast over that stretch, you may see the road is straight and not a slight corner. Now the local council installed barrier over there, but I still can feel 'weird' feeling everytime I passed that spot at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7, Penang Island, Greenlane. A corner house next to the main road, now is a lamp deco shop. Last time was a resident house, but no one can stay long in the house. In day time the house looks very rotten and old but at night it looks nice like a castle. I heard that the house has changed many owners and none of them can stay longer. My friend stays nearby the house and he told me no matter how renovate that house, the 'thing' still haunting that house. To overcome the problem, now that house changed to be a lamp deco shop and all the lights will be on during night time. You can see that house just after the underpass and just located on your left at the traffic light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8, Penang Bridge, when the bridge opened for public not long (in mid 80's and early 90's), there have lots of 'weird' cases happened. My neighbour saw a dog running cross the bridge and he tried to avoid that dog then he hits to the divider, luckily he just got minor injury. How come have a dog running cross in the middle of the sea? Another case, my friend's brother was riding his bike back to Butterworth during midnight, in the half got a lady stopped him and asked him to fetch her, at the beginning he didn't felt any weight on his bike, half way through he realised that lady was headless! He rushed back home and the next day he fell sick for 2 weeks. Got one time I was driving in the midnight, I saw lights coming very fast from my mirror, I thought a car coming very fast and I switched to left lane to let the car pass, after few seconds, I don't see any car passing me and I looked at my mirror, I saw nothing behind me. Got many suicide cases on this bridge too, one of them was my English teacher when I was in remove class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9, Jalan Sultan Salahuddin, last time used to call Jalan Maxell, the road just in between of Bank Negara and JKR Headquarters in Kuala Lumpur. When I was first year working in KL, during heavy rain at night, I have to back to my office for duty, my office driver came to fetch me and another colleague, when passed by the JKR office, I saw a person wearing yellow rain coat standing at the back of a building. That person was standing at 2nd floor at the back of a building. Then I observed the 'Thing' carefully, I don't see any legs and the 'Thing' was just like floating and the head was moving followed our car movement! Next day I went to check on the building, there is no access to go through at the back of the building. According to some of my colleagues, that stretch of the road really got 'someone' wearing yellow colour shirt walking around during night time or early morning before sunrise. They saw IT before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continue...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29689956-4047539329458867471?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/4047539329458867471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=4047539329458867471&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/4047539329458867471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/4047539329458867471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2007/01/places-where-spirits-still-roams-ii.html' title='Places Where The Spirits Still Roams (II)'/><author><name>Kenny Ng</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104628191465782300365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5kocnhZEjlQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFBM/46UZeIJazo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-116713287119526026</id><published>2006-12-26T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T17:34:58.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Places Where The Spirits Still Roams</title><content type='html'>This is about my experience in places where there was a history about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1, (for the very 8 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;_butt &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;who wanted to know who got murdered), the shopping mall in Mutiara Damansara (name not mentioned but I guess you all know which mall) . As most of you already know there was a murder case when the mall was newly opened. Till today, each time I visit the place, walking the the murder scene I still can feel the spirit of the lady roaming around that area. At times, when I walk there I get goose bumps and feel my head a lil bloated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2, Section 19. Behind this Restaurant called Paris or Little Paris. There are plenty full of IT roaming around. My experience are plentyful there too. I go to that restaurant to eat once in a while and usually there aren't any parking lots in front of the restaurant and I have to park at the park behind. I heard stories of it before. It was said that during the Japanese occupation, the river there is a place where they chop of human's head. The river runs through Rothman's round-a-bout there. And there are stories of headless spirits roaming around there too... Another story is that, the place is one of the entrance for hell... so all the souls have to go there to check-in. Those trapped will be roaming around the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later will update more.... gtg now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3, Just yesterday, was having a farewell lunch for my colleague in one of the one of those cafe in Taman Maluri Cheras. We were chatting and then we ended up talking about spirits and all... Both me and other colleague which can see these things also felt the presence of IT. I didn't see it but i felt the presence of 2 of IT. My other colleague saw it and was the exact same spot as I felt IT was. hmm.... apparently IT was there all this while. Must be someone who pass away there long time ago. 2 males. 1 old man the other i'm not too sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come....gtg now again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4, This happen some 9-10 years back. I was in the States for holiday staying in my cousin's apartment. One late nite, or rather wee hours in the morning about 2am, I was using the internet to chat with my fren back in Malaysia. Everyone was asleep only me left awake chatting all the way. The lights in the apartment was mostly off leaving just one or two lights on. Happily chatting away in the hall, then suddenly I saw a tall big size figurine waft through the wall. Stunt. I just told my fren. "Wait, I think I saw something". Looking at IT hovering through the wall and to the kitchen and thgough the kitchen wall to the next unit. Damn... I didn't eventhought I would see these things in the States. Tall and big build and he looks like a black man with bald head. I went to bed immediately after that. No more staying up late anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following morning I went around the apartment compound and guess what... on the ground floor, below the staircase, I've found, rice box with food and a spoon and a cup of water. Just like you see those chinese praying the at the road side during hungry ghost festival. Damn... I thought no one would do such thing in the States...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I couldn't remember the name of the apartment. The location is in California. I will update the name of the apartment when I remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5, SS2 Petaling Jaya, intersection of LDP highway and Sprint highway. Near the Indian cemetary behind KDU and the vacinity. Anytime of the day, even bright sunny day, you can feel the chill of cold wind gushing through. Even then u walk opposite the entrance of the cemetary entrance along the houses. Try goin there different time of the day and nite and u will know.. hehehe... Historical record, there's a particular tree beside the cemetary along the LDP highway where a few cars has crash to that tree taking the driver's life. That tree till today still stands with minor scratches even the car was totally smashed up wraping that tree. FYI, that tree is not at all that big... That stratch has claim many lifes. Around 1 life per year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next story....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29689956-116713287119526026?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/116713287119526026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=116713287119526026&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/116713287119526026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/116713287119526026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2006/12/places-where-spirits-still-roams.html' title='Places Where The Spirits Still Roams'/><author><name>hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh</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>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-116671745228429471</id><published>2006-12-21T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T00:10:52.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Stranger</title><content type='html'>My office just located in between of Bukit Tunku, Parliament, Bank Negara and Lake Garden. That area is the only reserved jungle in Kuala Lumpur. The building is surrounded by tall and old trees. Most of the time we can see or heard wild animals around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started work here, I used to stay overnight in my office just for my duty when needed, sometimes just for fun to accompany my colleagues. Our control center have to operate 24 hours per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One weekend night, it was heavy rain and I rushed back to the control center for my duty, the rain stopped late night and I decided to overnight next to the control room with my another colleague. He slept on a long table and I slept on a portable bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into midnight, my colleague was snoring quite loud, and I just carry on my sleep. Suddenly I heard another snoring sound from the control center. The door between control center and the room I slept, I can heard the sound so clearly and I was wondering who else sleep there. That night just me and my colleague in the office only. Then I went to check it out, by the time I walked to the control center, the second snoring sound was gone. I thought it was an echo so I continue my sleep. Once I lay on the bed, the second snoring sound is back! I'm very sure the sound is from the control center, that time I just don't care anything and continue my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another night, I went back to my office for duty again when heavy rain, this time the rain stopped early, so we decided to stand at the corridor outside for chit chat and smoke. During chit chat time, I saw another colleague at the other end of staircase going up to somewhere, I just let it be. The next day I asked that colleague I saw last night what he did going up there, he was shocked and answered me he never went to office last night! He was in the house whole night. So... who I saw that night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year during Hari Raya long holiday, at that time I was rushing to do my thesis for my part time degree, so I decided to stay in my own office room for few days to complete my thesis report. That few nights really challenging for me, I can heard many types of voices... footsteps, someone open my next room door, and the worst got the sound of OI!!! Sometimes I can smell some strange smell too. My own office room is different floor with the control center, no body will go up the that floor when it's out of office hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According my colleagues, every floor got different 'things', they already numb with the 'things' and just ignore it. Got one can change to someone's face and psychical, then I realized, maybe that night the colleague I saw was that 'thing'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~The End~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29689956-116671745228429471?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/116671745228429471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=116671745228429471&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/116671745228429471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/116671745228429471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2006/12/office-stranger.html' title='Office Stranger'/><author><name>Kenny Ng</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104628191465782300365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5kocnhZEjlQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFBM/46UZeIJazo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-116542148379410817</id><published>2006-12-06T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T00:11:23.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid Hates Football?</title><content type='html'>Back to my school days, me and a group of friends like to play football every afternoon till evening. We used to play at my school's football field, sometimes we played other fields if the football field was not available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sunny and hot afternoon, as usual we went to our school field, it was occupied and we went to other field nearby, guess what, it also occupied. To release our itchy legs, we got no choice then went to a housing area playing ground to play our football. Then we started to play our game, it was so sunny and hot sun burning our body, we hardly see any clouds in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we played until to the climax moment, suddenly the ball kicked out from the park and went into a drain across the road of the park. I was the goalkeeper that time and I have to ran across the road to collect the ball. When I reached to the drain, suddenly I heard some weird noise from a empty house next to the drain. That house was empty for years and it looks broken and down. Then I don't gave a damn I just collected the ball and back to the park continued our game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some moment the ball rolled to that empty house's drain again, then I went to collect it again, this time the noise is more clear and loud, I heard a kid's voice was crying and shouting in anger. I was stood for a moment, my friends heard that too and we all just stood there. Suddenly we heard dogs surrounding that housing area were barking and turn into crying sound. I felt something was wrong then I quickly collect the ball and ran into the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend asked where is the kid's crying sound came from? I just answered maybe is from other house and try to not scare everyone there. We took few minutes off for a short break and the noise was gone. After that we continued for our game, right just we started to kick the ball, the noise came back! This time is more louder and the dogs surrounding barked again with crying voice, at the same time the clouds turned dark and strong wind came suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly stopped the game and told my friends we better get out of that place. We all went back home. The next day we were talking about it in school, one of my friend staying next roll of that house, he said at night no body dare to walk near that house because many people saw something from that house. I got that feeling too when I passed by that house every time. I asked my friend about history and story of that house, my friend don't know about it too, he just said he always tried not to use that road to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After few years, got a rich fella bought over that house and renovated the whole house, since that we never heard any weird sound from that house. The road also turned to more brighter at night and everyone started using that road again. I never heard any weird story from that house since then until now. Maybe that rich fella find a 'feng sui' master to help renovated that house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~The End~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29689956-116542148379410817?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/116542148379410817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=116542148379410817&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/116542148379410817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/116542148379410817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2006/12/kid-hates-football.html' title='Kid Hates Football?'/><author><name>Kenny Ng</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104628191465782300365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5kocnhZEjlQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFBM/46UZeIJazo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-116416994092489724</id><published>2006-11-22T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T12:37:31.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirituals Caught in CCTV</title><content type='html'>This is a real incident happened in a office. This office is belongs to my old friend's friend. At the main entrance of the office, they installed a infra-red type CCTV to monitor who is going in and out. It also came with motion detector which any object is moving, the camera will start recording.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two video clips were recording on the same day, it was early morning and still no body working in the office. The boss only found out this after few days later. The videos were recorded in digital format, they are not using 'video tape' to record it. If a video tape recorded repeat many times, we may see double image on the video. These video were recorded into VCD format, so there is no such thing of previous image appear on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Video 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/82-62S4w9QA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/82-62S4w9QA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Video 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kmntdQOh-ag"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kmntdQOh-ag" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;So... What do you think?&lt;/span&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/29689956-116416994092489724?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/116416994092489724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=116416994092489724&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/116416994092489724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/116416994092489724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2006/11/spirituals-caught-in-cctv.html' title='Spirituals Caught in CCTV'/><author><name>Kenny Ng</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104628191465782300365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5kocnhZEjlQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFBM/46UZeIJazo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-116343244857068865</id><published>2006-11-13T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:40:48.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children Playground</title><content type='html'>This story is the continuous from the previous post about Hostel Mysterious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my first semester, we all have to move out from the hostel. Before the semester break, everyone was busy looking for house or room to rent. Me and a friend were looking for a room to stay together, finally we found a empty room to rent, the other room was rented by my old friend from my high school, he was recommended me to stay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is a kidnergarden at ground floor, and we all stayed upstairs of the house. Everyday we can see all those cute children in the kidnergarden, but at night will be very quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my stayed, I always got felt something is not right at the ground floor, I felt like somebody there but in fact we all were at upstairs, the main door was closed nicely and no body can entered to the house. I just don't care at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After few months later, it was "hungry ghost month", and as usual... me and my friend was listening to '988' ghost story program. Some of our housemates was busy with their assignment, so me and another housemate decided to listen the show at downstairs. I not sure was it my own imagination or what, I felt the ghost story from '988' was so scary during the "hungry ghost month".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While listening to it... suddenly a dog stop infront of our main door and started with the scary crying sound, that time me and my friend look at each other... we knew something is not right, we quickly ran to upstairs, then I saw other housemates also in fear. Then I told them, we all must stay close and be calm. After that... that dog ran to our back door and crying again! After few minutes then only the dog left, one of my housemate did saw the 'thing' passing by our house, but I only can felt got 'something'. Luckily nothing happen to all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the mid semester break, I have to stay back for extra 2 days there because I have to participate my Taekwon-Do tournament at UUM, don't misunderstand, I'm not took part in sparling, I only took part in pattern category ah... hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of the mid semester break, all my housemates went back to their hometown and left me alone in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first night, there was something that really surprised me. I heard a group of children playing at downstairs with the sound of cheer, chasing each other, tables and chairs moving sound... I was in the half sleep condition, I thought I was in my dream. But... until I heard the sound from the staircase, the sound is like you use a cane and dragged it on the staircase's railing with the 'ting ting tang tang' sound. The sound was so clear!!! I was wondering the sound only happened at downstairs and never came up to first floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I just plugged my ear with my earphone and play my walkman loudly and continue my sleep for the next day tournament. The next day, I saw all the tables and chairs were untouched!!! I'm pretty sure I was not in my dream, I still walk near to my door and listened everything what was happening at downstairs. That time I really not dare to open my door to see what was out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of the semester, we all have to go for our industrial training, so we have to move out from the house, on the last day, then I only heard from others that next few doors of the house got someone suicide before by hanging himself in the house. The spirit still around that area and many saw the 'thing' sitting at the playground of the house we stayed!!! I used to sit at the playground at night with my friend and talk cock over there... don't the 'thing' got kaypoh come and listen or not? LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~The End~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29689956-116343244857068865?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/116343244857068865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=116343244857068865&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/116343244857068865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/116343244857068865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2006/11/children-playground.html' title='Children Playground'/><author><name>Kenny Ng</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104628191465782300365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5kocnhZEjlQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFBM/46UZeIJazo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-116205802848313159</id><published>2006-10-29T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T13:14:39.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hostel Mysterious</title><content type='html'>Back in January 1997, I got offered to study at Polytechnic in Jitra, Kedah. As a new student, we have to stay at the hostel for the first semester. During the 6 months staying in the hostel, I encountered lots of strange things. I heard alot of the encounter stories from my seniors about the hostel, but I don't give a damn at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first night, my roommate fell sleep already after the first day orientation which made us very tired. When I was about to sleep, suddenly I heard someone walking outside my door. I thought must be my next door student, but the sound keeps on non-stop, sometimes IT walked like dragging the shoe, sometimes running and jumping! I was really pissed off that time and I decided to get up and tell the person to stop it. So I was waiting at my door and waited the sound right outside my door, when I opened the door... I saw nothing! I felt strong cold wind blow after me, I was thinking... the corridor surrounding by all hostel rooms, there is no way the wind can blow to corridor. I checked on next door, all the doors were well shut, so I knew there was something wrong and I quickly close the door and back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the next day I asked my roommate did he heard the noise, he answered me he was in deep sleep and don't know what was going on. I still never gave up and wanted to find the answer... but until now I still haven't get it. The sound can be heard almost everynight! That's why I have to sleep with listening to my walkman that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During mid-semester exam, I can heard even more weird sound around my hostel. Got one time, I heard a group of kids were playing in other corridor which connected to other block of hostels. As we know the sound transfer between corridor will have strong echo sound. I was wondering, how come my hostel got kids? I never seen any kids around my campus at all during day time, where the hell they came from? I can heard they were laughing, small bicycle sound and marble balls sound. I purposely went to toilet for a pee to check it out, the toilet just right at the corridor, when I pass by there... I don't see anything and the sound slowly get faded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that time, a chinese radio station 988 used to have 'encounter' show for 30 minutes long on every monday night. Me and some friends never miss the radio show, we always gather in a room and listening to it. One night, after the show, we were still excited with the stories and we started to talk about it. I was a clear and hot night, we can see the sky was clear and stars are everywhere. Suddenly in less than 5 minutes, the weather changed so dramatically, strong winds coming and thunder glooming so loud. We decided to stop the topic, and guess what? The weather changed to normal in less than 5 minutes too! On that night, some of my friends were disturbing by 'uninvited guest'. They can't move or talk at all until they chanting bible words then they only back to normal! They told me on the next day, and they were fall sick at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the final exam week, the weird sound even more scary! Got one middle of the night, I heard someone shouting very loud like very helpless, the sound was like very struggled, I quickly ran out from my room and see what is going on. I see nothing again! Normally if we made some noise, other students will come warn us to keep quiet, but I saw everyone were so concerntrate on their revision. That's really weird, because the voice was so clear and loud for so long, but everyone seems like heard nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my seniors' stories, the block I stayed which is block C, got a student accidently dropped in the upper roof the reservoir and died in there. For block A, got a student accidently dropped off from the staircase, and for block B got a student suicide before. What I discovered about these 3 blocks of the hostel, on the top floor (3rd floor), they always leave some rooms empty and lock it very tight. Although still got so many empty rooms, but the warden always told us no more rooms there. Does the rooms are reserved for 'them'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other senior told me, they were staying at 3rd floor, that floor really spooky all the time, got one time he went to his friend's room just for chit chat, his friend saw 'something' walk by the door, his friend suddenly feld unwell and passed away following week with 'unidentify' sickness! Doctor also can't identify what kind of sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my stay for the 6 months, I continuous sick for 4 months long! After the semester, we all have to move out and look for room or house for ourself. When I left the hostel, my sickness getting well right after that... Thank god!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29689956-116205802848313159?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/116205802848313159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=116205802848313159&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/116205802848313159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/116205802848313159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2006/10/hostel-mysterious_29.html' title='Hostel Mysterious'/><author><name>Kenny Ng</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104628191465782300365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5kocnhZEjlQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFBM/46UZeIJazo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-116101889189208018</id><published>2006-10-17T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T01:14:51.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Room Service</title><content type='html'>This happen to me a few weeks back when I was in Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Ipoh for a weekend trip with a friend of mine. We put up 2 nites in one of the hotels there. As many already know that most hotels are haunted, and I have heard so much of these stories for many of the hotels in Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a g~file expedition. I went there for a trip and stayed in this relatively new hotel. I stayed there before and it was quite nice actually. Very clean indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First nite I shared a room with my friend. I had kinda of rough nite coz I was woken up at 4am by terrible feeling. I thought I was about to get sick coz I felt feverish and was sweating cold sweat. Didnt bother and tried to go back to bed and I manage to grab some 3 hours of sound sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come second nite, we had to move rooms coz my friend's gf was around and they had a room all to themself and I had to sleep alone. It was about 1am, I was still doing some stuff, I had a visitor in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something just swift by. A white figurine. Wearing a type of dress, a long flair type. Didnt get to see the head or rather no head, just float swiftly infront of me and went to the bathroom. DARN!&lt;br /&gt;I was telling myself this is not a good sign.... I had no choice but to stay awake until I finish my work. Then after a while I just walk to the toilet and check it that thing was still there... I needed to pee, what can I do le... so look see look see it was gone.... phewww... manage to pee in peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29689956-116101889189208018?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/116101889189208018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=116101889189208018&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/116101889189208018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/116101889189208018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2006/10/room-service.html' title='Room Service'/><author><name>g-Files</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00812584017582561564</uri><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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-115874871694983224</id><published>2006-09-20T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T18:38:36.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Day</title><content type='html'>This happen some time back... and I've blog this before so it's a copy and paste thing... now a days i malas to cerita cerita long long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it goes, it is a long story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was just an ordinary day. Not any day in the 7th month in the Lunar Calendar. Just an ordinary day and if not remember wrongly, it was the 4th month in the Lunar Calendar. Ok this happen really long time back and I’ll try to remember as clearly as possible…&lt;br /&gt;It was on a Saturday, my group of friends has planned this outing for some time already. We all went to Sunway Lagoon. On that morning itself I have a funny feeling… A gloomy day… Sky was gloomy too. Then I told myself “hey what the heck, just go out and have some fun!”. Looking at the positive side, thinking that this is a great weather to have fun out in the lagoon.&lt;br /&gt;Incident #1 – When we reach there I accidentally locked my car keys in the car and also worst is the spare keys in the boot! Thinking that I might lock my keys in the car I brought the spare keys along…but stupidly left it in the boot… Then me and my fren, M, try to pick open the lock. We finally did but accidentally broke the door visor. So I told myself it’s a small matter… It’s all settled and we shall go have our fun.&lt;br /&gt;Incident #1 happened in the morning… then we had our fun in the lagoon and I still didn’t feel right and trying to be very careful in everything that I do. Finally it was late evening and we decided to get out and have some food outside. Phew! Nothing happen during our fun time… I was so happy …&lt;br /&gt;Incident #2 – We all went around Subang SS15 to have our dinner. There were 2 cars in the group and I was driving 1 and another was driven by my fren’s bf (then). Around the shoplot we drove to look for food and also parking. As some of you would know that there used to be a road divider near the Maybank, same row as the McDonalds, cutting across the road and hardly visible. Well my fren drove her bf’s car and crash through it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, damn… there goes our dinner… we try to fix the tyres but no way we can coz 2 tyres were busted. So I had to drive the car owner all the way back to Sg Buloh to his house to grab another spare tyre. Whilst driving fetching him back to his house, along the way we all saw so many road accidents. Luckily most of it is very minor except for 1 which involves a motorcyclist. I was driving like a nerd looking at every mirrors and all directions fearing any vehicle might just dash out from the junction. Anyways we manage to get the tyres and went back to replace the wheels … oh … the total accidents we counted was bout 9 – 10 accidents to and fro Subang – Sg Buloh.&lt;br /&gt;Incident #3 – After all that done and taken our snacks we headed back home. This is bout 2:30am when we left Subang. On our way back, I was driving Mr. M, Ms. A, and Ms. V. (these are real ppl and if you know them you can ask them, but dun bother to ask the 2 gals coz they will not speak of this incident again.) It was a cool morning. Definitely cool in the middle of the nite. We wound down our glass a lil and enjoyed the breeze while I took a very slow drive back. THEN, I spell some perfume powder smell. Thinking that the 2 girls seated behind playing some make up or perfume or something … so I blurted “wei, so late in the middle on the nite put what perfume la”. Mr. M added, “yah la…”I cant rber what else he said…then SILENCE! … I was wondering why the 2 gals suddenly went so quiet… I look at my rear mirror and stared at them. Their face literally went pale. They were sliding of the seat and on to the floor board. Then I as them again, “ Do you 2 smell anything?” . They both shrug their heads together… Mr. M was there saying “so strong smell you both also can’t smell anything?” In my heart I know we are screwed. I just remembered my dad use to tell me in the middle of the night do not say anything when you smell something really nice or stinking…&lt;br /&gt;Only I and Mr. M could smell the scent. Then I just did what my dad thought me to do and the smell went off. Then Mr. M questioned “what did u do? What did you just did? How come the smell just disappears? Tell la tell la.” I told him we shall talk another day. Looking through the rear mirror of my car I know the 2 gals behind turned really pale.&lt;br /&gt;This happen on the Petaling Highway or Lebuhraya Petaling, now is called LDP highway. LDP didn’t existed then.&lt;br /&gt;Incident #4 – After that smell, as I was approaching a ‘T’ junction, the old junction turning to Chow Yang, which does not exist now, there is where I saw more ‘X’ files!&lt;br /&gt;At the junction I could see 5 of IT. A couple, a young ‘lady’, old ‘man’ and I cant remember another one. I just drove pass it and was telling in my heart please don’t do us any harm. Then as I drove pass them they just stare at us. … Phew…&lt;br /&gt;Then fetch everyone back and I didn’t have a good rest coz still thinking of the incident the following day…&lt;br /&gt;-THE END-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29689956-115874871694983224?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/115874871694983224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=115874871694983224&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/115874871694983224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/115874871694983224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2006/09/dark-day.html' title='The Dark Day'/><author><name>g-Files</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00812584017582561564</uri><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-29689956.post-115813866781953269</id><published>2006-09-13T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T17:46:20.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumbling Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This is the real encounter story from &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://munch-doughnut-munchkin.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people asked me if I have encountered anything paranormal, I’d usually admit not visually but I have experienced the presence of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of years ago, I went on a short holiday trip with my family to Melaka. It was once of those occasions where you’d go with a couple of more families and each family will stay in separate chalets. As for me, dad booked us two chalets with adjoining rooms. I shall not give the name of the place I was staying in but I’ll describe how it looked like. Situated in Ayer Keroh, these chalets are Malay inspired chalets made out of wood. It’s surrounding consists of plenty of greenery. It’s actually quite nice for a relaxing trip, or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked in, my folks occupied the other chalet that was connected to the one that I was staying with my brother. My two little cousins who were 6 and 8 respectively then, were running around as usual playing hide and seek as usual. Looking for any nooks and crannies as their hiding den. While they were doing then, Ben (my brother and I were to share another chalet) we decided to check out our rooms. Our first impression wasn’t a very good one already for the whole place was rather run down. The furniture’s were old and shabby and the lightings were dark. We conclude perhaps it’s because it’s rather old given it has been there for the better half of 10 years and it has seen its better days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amway, half an hour later, Ben and I were having a smoke outside (they have a verandah) and Jonathan (the little boy of 8) came running out from the chalet and started vomiting. We were concerned and asked him what happened. He said while he was hiding in the cupboard, he felt uneasy and as he came out his stomach quivered and he started vomiting. We gave him some panadol and did not think very much of it after that assuming it must be the lunch that he ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the night wears on, we had dinner outside with the other friends and some of the mom was complaining that their room has got some funny ordour and one has got lights that do not seem to work when turned on but when you do not turn it on it flickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it’s those stories that give me the goose bumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All was well, we had our dinner, hung around the verandah and proceed to go to bed. Ben was sleeping on the other bed while separating us was a mini bedside table. Since the floor is made of wood and planks it is easy to feel vibrations when there are people walking on it. So at about 12 am, I felt sleepy and proceed to bed. Ben was still reading, so I said my goodnights and went to sleep. As soon as I managed to get some shut eye, I felt like my bed was being pushed. I woke up startled. But did nothing, so I went back to sleep again and there it goes the same thing happened. And every time that happens it’s when I am about to doze off. At the back of my mind I thought maybe Ben was tossing on his side hence affecting my side too since the floors are made of planks. Came the third time I got so annoyed I told Ben to stop tossing and go to sleep. He indigently told me then that he wasn’t even moving at all and I could see then that he wasn’t for he has his pillow prompt at the back of his head and sitting upright still holding the book he was reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took one look at each other and quietly knew that it must be something else and it’s definitely not him. I could feel cold sweat. Shit, is that thing residing beside me or what or is it listening to our bantering with each other. Gulp….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me quietly to go back to sleep which I tried but how to sleep or even move when you know you’ve got a visitor. When things could not get any better, I need to go to the toilet (after the amount of beers that I consumed that nite) and I was too chicken to actually walk to the loo which was like a few steps from my bed. I had to ask him to stand at the door his back facing me while I go about doing my business. I wasn’t even kidding. I was that scared. That I admit was the worst pee I ever had and not to mention the fastest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily nothing happened that night or maybe even if it did I was too tired then to bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up the next morning and told mom about it and she told me that she felt that spooky feeling too when we entered the chalet the first time. She also told me (after we were back in KL) that she saw images that night in her room too near the cupboard where Jonathan was hiding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29689956-115813866781953269?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/115813866781953269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=115813866781953269&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/115813866781953269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/115813866781953269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2006/09/rumbling-bed.html' title='Rumbling Bed'/><author><name>Kenny Ng</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104628191465782300365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5kocnhZEjlQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFBM/46UZeIJazo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-115716164574211001</id><published>2006-09-02T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T09:50:48.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It a Ghost Doctor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;This is the real encounter story by my blog friend, &lt;a href="http://pisanggoreng115nf.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pisang&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;hi i'm pisang, this is my story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I when for operation this year  last march. I don't know how to start, well I think straight away after my operation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just right after my operation and send back to ward.&lt;br /&gt;you know after operation there are alots of tube and wire. All this is to keep monitoring your health and condition .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my left side there is a pain killer fill with heroin drug. Each time i felt a pain I press the button and the drug flow into my body.On my right side a pack of blood go in to my body and a device that monitoring my hearth. Before my stroy goes , my bed id at the edge or corner and no space at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was in half wake half sleep in 4 or 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;During that time i saw i staff nurse always come and check my water dripping bottle and that nurse never appear in morning shift, afternoon shift and night shift.&lt;br /&gt;Plus at 3 am&lt;br /&gt;I saw 3 figure dress like medical student standing left and right at my bed one of them is female. I can see their face clearly.It is impossible medical student came at that time plus there is olni 1 doctor at night shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i told my mum , my mum said she rest in lazy chair at right side of my bed... and no even small excess to my right side of bed....&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29689956-115716164574211001?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/115716164574211001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=115716164574211001&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/115716164574211001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/115716164574211001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2006/09/is-it-ghost-doctor.html' title='Is It a Ghost Doctor?'/><author><name>Kenny Ng</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104628191465782300365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5kocnhZEjlQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFBM/46UZeIJazo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-115709019756919992</id><published>2006-09-01T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T13:56:37.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unknown Sound</title><content type='html'>My hearing is quite sensitive with sound since I was a kid, I had lots of experiences about weird sounds for my entire life. The only problem is I can't see IT, I only can hear and feel IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My earlier experience was when I was a kid, I always heard someone is calling my name in my house, the voice is just like my mum's voice. Everytime I heard my name I sure will run towards to my mum and answered her, she will said I never called u! This is weird right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm living in a double storey terrace house in my hometown. I remember when I was a kid, almost every midnight I can hear the sound of marber balls falling at my next door neighbour's staircase. Sometimes can heard someone moving some furnitures sound. After so many years, then we only talk about it with my neighbour, the most shock me was they told us they thought the sound was from my house! Now, the marber sound no more since me and my brothers stop playing on it many years ago, but sometimes we still can hear furniture moving sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got one time, my neighbour whole family was outstation and no body at home, they somemore past their house key for us to take care of their house. As usual late night, I was brushing my teeth and get ready for sleep, suddenly I heard next door washroom got somebody use it and somemore knock the wall just next to me like giving some signals. Then me and my family members quickly get the key and went inside the house to check it out, I affraid got thief, but... no body was inside the house. Is that weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... during my study in Polytechnic, I was staying in hostel for the 1st semester. On the 1st night I heard someone walking like pulling the leg to walk outside my room door, the sound keep repeating, sometimes IT sounds like running and jumping. I thought must be one of the student playing around to release tension, so I decided to check it out. I waited the sound came close to my door and I quickly open my door, guess what? Nothing was there! The sound was so clear and loud, and I wonder why no body heard it even my roommate was sleeping half dead all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When near to semester exam, I somemore can heard a group of children playing at the corridor. Hell... come on! Where got kids in my hostel? Somemore in the midnight! After that I heard someone shouting like helpless voice. I went out and check, there was nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I move out from the hostel, I rent a room with my another friend. There are few incidents when during holiday, I was forced to stay another few days because got Taekwon-do tournament, and I was alone at home. In the midnight I heard a group of children playing at downstair, for your information, the house is a kidnergaden. The sound was so clear and also play with staircase's steel bar 'tang tang tang' sound! During hungry ghost month, dogs around that area came right infront the house I stay and started bark with the sound of crying. It's really creepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can hear weird sound from time to time, but I just keep forward and pretend like hear nothing. Even in my office, one of the most haunted area here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29689956-115709019756919992?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/115709019756919992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=115709019756919992&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/115709019756919992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/115709019756919992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2006/09/unknown-sound.html' title='Unknown Sound'/><author><name>Kenny Ng</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104628191465782300365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5kocnhZEjlQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFBM/46UZeIJazo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29689956.post-115609467265212359</id><published>2006-08-21T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T01:24:32.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choked by Invincible Hands...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Heard of stories people being "guai zhak" while staying is a hotel or some other places which is haunted? Very common rite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my encounter... some what similar to "guai zhak"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't recall the dates but it happen in Section 17, Petaling Jaya @ one of those junctions there... I dunno the road name sorry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at about 9pm or so... Have u happen to notice that in our chinese culture, when someone pass away, there will be candles lit up with the sign board at every junctions directing to the house where the deceased will be placed for prayers and all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I approach the junction the traffic light turns to red. I was the first car at the junction. Beside me was the candle lit up and the small lil signboard was there just beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn and look at it and then look forward again. Waiting for the lights to turn green again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I felt a pair of hands choking me! Chest was heavy and I was coughing trying to breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still choking and coughing… Luckily the lights turn green and I couldn’t care if there were cars beating the lights which is very common in Section 17, I just accelerated and turn off that junction. Then I felt a sudden relief… Thank god that there wasn’t any motorcyclist in front of me also…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rber people always says that those things like to ‘eat’ candles (dunno how true it is la) and I happen to bump into one and probably IT saw me looking at IT and got pissed off. Really thank god that IT didn’t choke me till death and IT was willing to let go……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29689956-115609467265212359?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/115609467265212359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=115609467265212359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/115609467265212359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/115609467265212359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2006/08/choked-by-invincible-hands.html' title='Choked by Invincible Hands...'/><author><name>g-Files</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00812584017582561564</uri><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-29689956.post-115563437864471500</id><published>2006-08-15T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T17:32:58.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uninvited Hitchhiker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was one of those nite that I went to watch a horror movie. It was a midnight movie. If not mistaken it was ‘The Eye’. Feeling very creepy while driving back home bout 2a.m. Thinking it was my imagination running wild after that horror movie, I just didn’t bother and told myself it’s all in my mind. As I drove on back home, bout to reach my house I felt something behind me… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS IT? Thinking it was just all my imagination that is scaring me … I look at my rear mirror. THEN… I just couldn’t believe what I saw! OH MY G O D !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking and staring at my rear mirror, I was really stunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a male figurine, seated right at the center, in between the two front seats. Worst of all IT was leaning forward. This is the first time I can see IT so clearly. Male, age 30+, slim, Chinese, narrow face…. Ok this is not the worse yet… He has a bloody face. He looks like he is a victim of hit and run or murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first reaction was I get the feeling that he was asking for help, very pitiful. It was like IT was trying to communicate with me. Then SNAP! What the f***! ! ! this is not human!!! I didn’t stop my car to fetch anyone nor hit any motorcyclist nor anyone or thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ARGH!!!! HELP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to shiver…. All I can think at that time is I need to get home quick. Well, I can’t just dump my car by the road and run for my life, can I?… Manage to get home and park the car outside and ran inside…didn’t care if that thing was following me or not…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning I went to have a look in my car and hoping and praying that there are no blood stains on my back seat. Thank god there is no blood stain there…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story. Imagination? Or is it real? How real is real? You tell me… Till today the image of the guy's face is still in my head...&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/29689956-115563437864471500?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/115563437864471500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=115563437864471500&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/115563437864471500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/115563437864471500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2006/08/uninvited-hitchhiker.html' title='Uninvited Hitchhiker'/><author><name>g-Files</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00812584017582561564</uri><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-29689956.post-115492687636424027</id><published>2006-08-07T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T13:01:16.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind You!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2895/3269/1600/HANTU2a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2895/3269/320/HANTU2a.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a super impose or photoshop edit photo, it's real!!! My ex-boss gave me that. The guy in the picture is his son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This incident happened last year but I can't recall when was it. My ex-boss' son and another friend went to a condominium somewhere in Shah Alam. During they were leaving, they were waiting for the lift, while waiting the lift arrived, they just simply snap some pictures through the camera phone. As you can see the picture quality is so bad. Then the guy in the picture was sitting at the kerb. There is no any structural or support behind the kerb or railing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taken the picture, the lift arrived and they were leaving. After that they look back on the picture... gosh!!! They only realised something was behind the guy. They really not believe it will happened. The guy who snap the picture didn't see anything behind that guy in the picture. Luckily, nothing happen on these two guys after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm so wondering... why we can't see cleary on 'that' face? It looks quite fake right? But I guarantee you all it's real! If they wanted to make it fake, who dare to stand or sit behind the railing? The fact is... there is no space for you to stand or sit over there. You judge yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29689956-115492687636424027?l=g-files.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/feeds/115492687636424027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29689956&amp;postID=115492687636424027&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/115492687636424027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29689956/posts/default/115492687636424027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-files.blogspot.com/2006/08/behind-you.html' title='Behind You!!!'/><author><name>Kenny Ng</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104628191465782300365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5kocnhZEjlQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFBM/46UZeIJazo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry></feed>
