The Walking Man

By Noreha of Perak

This "incident" happened to my mother, brother-in-law and my sister a few years ago. They were driving along a road in Hutan Melintang, Perak then.

At around 4.00pm my father was taken ill and was sent to the hospital. Once there, the doctors insisted that he stay for a few days for observation. Since it was about 8.00pm, my brother-in-law and sister were insisting that my mother stayed at their house in Teluk Intan for the night. However my mother was adamant that they need to go back to her house to get some necessities for my father.

They started off at around 9.30pm for Bagan Datoh. My brother-in-law was driving at a moderate speed because he was tired by the day's events. The night was calm and unusually still. A few vehicles had overtaken them and very soon they found themselves alone on the road. It was after they had passed the Hutan Melintang junction that they noticed an Indian man, dressed in a white shirt and a sarong walking by the roadside some distance away from them.

At first they thought nothing of it but after a while my mother remarked that it was strange the man was always walking ahead of them. It was then that my brother-in-law realised his efforts to overtake the man had always failed. The man continued walking ahead of the car for some time until he took a turn leading into one of the coconut estates along the road. They could not explain the appearance of the ghost but were glad they were not harmed in any way.

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Wrong Ride

By Sharon Fong of Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.

I have a friend who loves taking a ride around town on his dirt bike. Sometimes, he would ask us to join him but he won't mind going alone.

One hot night, he asked us to join him on one of his rides but none of us wanted to go. He went alone and came back telling us what happened that night.

He was riding around the city when he came to Dataran Merdeka. There was some public concert there and so he got off to join in the fun.

When everything ended after midnight, he got back on his bike and sped off. He felt a chill around him but he didn't make out much of it. He thought he would take a longer route for his ride home since it's still rather early. Suddenly, he heard a voice behind him.

"Eh, why this way?"

Immediately he turned around to see who said that. But was shocked to see no one behind. Besides, there were no other vehicles around him. But the voice was so clear. He reckoned "someone" wanted a ride and fortunately he make a detour!

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Lonesome Man

By Lauren of Ohio

"Uncle Sal was his name," my friend, Jess, told me one morning at school. "Last night as I was doing my homework, I heard a noise and I looked up and standing in the corner of my room was my Uncle Sal."

"Didn't you tell me that one of your uncles died a month ago? What was his name 'cause I thought you said your Uncle Sal died?" I interrupted her.

"Yes, my Uncle Sal did die, but there he was, standing in the corner of my room last night! I was too frightened to say a word at first but when I finally found my voice I screamed for my mother. Uncle Sal just disappeared after that."

I thought Jess had made up the whole thing but later that week, she came to me excitedly and said, "Guess what happened! Uncle Sal came back!"

"What?" I had almost forgotten the whole thing.

"You know how I told you about my Uncle Sal visited me last week?"

"Oh, yes," I remembered, "So, what happened? Did he come back to see you again?"

"No, not exactly. My mother was in the laundry room and she was talking to herself. She was sort of saying that she has not gone to visit Uncle Sal's grave yet and she think she should go soon," Jessica narrated the story. "Then, out of no where, she heard a voice talking back to her, 'Yes, why haven't you visited my grave yet? I went to Jessica's room a few days ago but she was scared seeing me.'"

"Geez, you mom must have freaked out," I said.

"My mother was so scared she ran to my room and pulled me into the car. She drove to the cemetery immediately and as we were paying our respects to Uncle Sal, I could feel him standing really close by. Then, a voice in the wind whispered thank you. We could easily recognise that it was Uncle Sal's voice."

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