Hong Kong Hotel

This story happened in a small hotel in Penang, Malaysia. The building was converted from an old double-storey detached house into what is known as the Hong Kong Hotel today. As most other pre-war buildings, the upper floor is made of planks instead of concrete.

Once, there was this middle age lady who stayed in this hotel with her husband. Mr and Mrs Chung was given a room on the upper floor. They settled in and soon retire into their bed. At about 3 AM, Mrs Chung was awakened by noises in the room.

She opened her eyes and found nobody other than her husband, who is sound asleep beside her, in the room. The noises continued. Then it sounded to her like someone was dragging some chains around the room. Mrs Chung was paralysed with fear.

She could follow the trail of the sound around the room. She woke her husband up but did not say anything about the noise. Evidently, her husband could not hear the sound. She demanded that they get a room change at once. Her husband knew something was wrong from her expression so he obliged.

While on the way to the reception, she told her husband what she heard. He said he didn't hear anything but he believed her. He tried to calm her down.

The receptionist told them that all the other rooms were out except the one right underneath their present room. What surprised them most was that the receptionist did not ask for any reason when they requested for a room change in the middle of the night. It was like he knew something was amiss with that room.

They moved into their new room immediately. They were about to fall asleep when Mrs Chung heard some noises again. This time, it was the sound of someone dragging something right on top of them!

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Saying Goodbye

By Alicia of Singapore

It had been a wild night and I woke up with a hangover that morning. As I walked down the stairs, I saw my grandmother who was suppose to be in the hospital. Surprised, I looked at her and asked when did she come back. She smiled at me as she always did over the years and told me she had just been discharged from the hospital that morning.

We spent a few minutes talking in the kitchen while I had some aspirin. She looked great that morning. In fact, when asked, she said she has never feel better. Anyway, I told her to get more rest and I walked her to her room afterwards.

I was wondering where were my parents that morning and why they had left my grandmother alone after sending her back. Before I could reason with myself, the phone rang and it was my mother.

"Where have you all been? Grandma's all alone downstairs when I woke up just now."

There was some silence for a moment. Then my mother said, "What are you talking about? We are at the hospital and your grandma just passed away."

"But mum! I swore she's here," I insisted.

"That's enough," she ended the call.

I thought to myself, "This can't be true!" and I rushed to my grandmother's bedroom. But there was no one there. I searched the whole house but she was no where to be found. I rushed to the hospital and my heart broke when I saw my grandmother lying motionless on her deathbed.

Until today, I couldn't explain the incident but I am glad she came back to see me and to talk to me one last time that morning.

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Haunted House

By Grey Eye of Singapore

When I was a kid, my family bought a second-hand house in Singapore. According to the neighbours, the previous owner rented the house out for a year but the tenant hardly spent a night in the house. In fact, we had to renovate the house before moving in as it was dark and gloomy, hence giving a eerie atmosphere inside.

One bright Saturday afternoon, I sat in my room reading a book. At the corner of my eyes, I noticed a head, all black and spooky, popping out from the door looking towards my direction. I looked up to take a clearer look but there was nothing there.

That night my mother had another experience, she saw a black figure on top of her head. She said that the thing was squeezing her head so hard as if it was trying to crack her head into two. She tried to shout for my father but her voice couldn't come out. She could not think of anything else except reciting holy words from the Koran. Thankfully, it disappeared almost instantly.

It didn't stop there. Usually, when I'm sitting in the living room I could feel and see from the corner of my eyes that there's a black figure passing through my bedroom to the kitchen or my parent bedroom. We had try to cleanse the house with all sorts of ways, including bomohs, chinese mediums, etc. but had to give up after 9 years and sold our house instead.

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