Continuing the ghost stories we had earlier, I would like to relate an incident which had occured way back in the 70s, soon after we moved into our house in Taman Sungai Abong, Muar, Johor.
The place was dark with no street lights although it was only a few kilometres away from Muar town, which also felt dead after 10pm.
But it was really a nice house, a double storey abode, made of wood and partly cemented wall with a small garden for us siblings to run around during the day.
But one fine day (or night as I remember it was a malam Jumaat), my cousin Ayem had gone with my mother to her brother's house in Parit Amal in his brand new mini cooper.
They reached home around midnight and my mom walked in first as Ayem decided to make sure his car was locked.
There was a big drain in front of the house with only a small bridge, fit only for human to cross.
Suddenly, we heard screams and laughters from the main road. Ayem rushed to the front door and quickly locked it from inside and ushered us to the top floor.
With a huge torchlight in hand, Ayem shone it towards a tree across the road where a woman in white was cradling a baby on top of it.
She kept laughing hysterically as we all watched in awe. After some time, she flew away leaving us gasping.
Oh my God, it was a pontianak (a ghost of a woman who died after birth), we all screamed.
My mother recited some prayers and for the next few days, the pontianak had landed on the roofs of the neighbours' houses, scratching furiously as if she wanted to come in.
A trishaw puller who was on his way home was chased after the ghost causing him to fall.
The sightings and sounds however stopped after sometime, probably due to prayers by the residents.
Soon, the road became deserted as youths decided to stay home instead of going for a movie or a date in Muar town.
Later, the then National Electricity Board installed street lights which could have help chase away the terrifying ghost.
Legend has it, pontianak would go for man, blamed for her death and that could have resulted in Ayem being chased.
Muar is now a bustling town and Sungai Abong has become alive with several factories and even government offices built there.
But our house was left unattended for the longest time. There is no way of restoring it. What's left are just fond memories
The place was dark with no street lights although it was only a few kilometres away from Muar town, which also felt dead after 10pm.
But it was really a nice house, a double storey abode, made of wood and partly cemented wall with a small garden for us siblings to run around during the day.
But one fine day (or night as I remember it was a malam Jumaat), my cousin Ayem had gone with my mother to her brother's house in Parit Amal in his brand new mini cooper.
They reached home around midnight and my mom walked in first as Ayem decided to make sure his car was locked.
There was a big drain in front of the house with only a small bridge, fit only for human to cross.
Suddenly, we heard screams and laughters from the main road. Ayem rushed to the front door and quickly locked it from inside and ushered us to the top floor.
With a huge torchlight in hand, Ayem shone it towards a tree across the road where a woman in white was cradling a baby on top of it.
She kept laughing hysterically as we all watched in awe. After some time, she flew away leaving us gasping.
Oh my God, it was a pontianak (a ghost of a woman who died after birth), we all screamed.
My mother recited some prayers and for the next few days, the pontianak had landed on the roofs of the neighbours' houses, scratching furiously as if she wanted to come in.
A trishaw puller who was on his way home was chased after the ghost causing him to fall.
The sightings and sounds however stopped after sometime, probably due to prayers by the residents.
Soon, the road became deserted as youths decided to stay home instead of going for a movie or a date in Muar town.
Later, the then National Electricity Board installed street lights which could have help chase away the terrifying ghost.
Legend has it, pontianak would go for man, blamed for her death and that could have resulted in Ayem being chased.
Muar is now a bustling town and Sungai Abong has become alive with several factories and even government offices built there.
But our house was left unattended for the longest time. There is no way of restoring it. What's left are just fond memories
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