My first encounter with ghost was when I was around 16 years old and my family and I were staying at a government house. It was a semi-detached house with a courtyard in the middle of the house. My parents both work and me and my brother went to morning session school. I reached home at noon alone, while my brother normally came back late in the evening, he had to attend to some co-curricular activities in school.
When I reached home, I would take my bath before doing any other things. So a few times when I was in the bathroom, I would hear noises in the kitchen as if someone was washing dishes and rearranging the pots and the cutleries. So I went out to check if my mother had come back, but no one was around. It happened many times until I got used to it, and just ignored it the next time it happened.
Then one night..my brother and I were sleeping in the same room, he was in the bed near the window, I was in the other bed further in. The window was opened, my father never believed in ghost and always insisted for the windows to be opened to let fresh air in. As we were deep in our sleep, my brother suddenly jumped onto my bed, crawled into my blanket, and whispered “takut, takut (i`m scared, scared)”. I asked him “kenapa ni? (why?)”, and he said “ada orang dekat tingkap, muka dia teruk, pecah-pecah! (somebody is at the window, his face is terrible, smashed!)”. “Hah??” I wasn’t going to let myself see `the thing`, so I stayed in the blanket, hugged my brother and pulled the blanket tighter to cover ourselves.
I shouted from inside the blanket, “Mak, mak, takut, ada hantu! (Mum, Mum, we are scared, there`s a ghost!)” My parents came running in, they calmed us down, and my father closed all the windows, and asked us to join them in their bedroom for the night. Later on we realised that the occupant before us had a one and only son, and he was killed in a terrible motor-cycle accident, and that my room was actually his room. Hmmm..
