I remember reading some interesting stories before, but I don't remember them, so I figured it would be interesting to have a thread like this. Got any good stories/myths/superstitions to share?



Also, I came across this clip of supposed demon possession. Can anyone understand this crazy possessed-sounding lady? I don't understand her overall meaning. What is she saying?

http://youtube.com/watch?v=YTEshwPppFM

that's some scary stuff.

OMG i was actually watching that same clip 2 days ago. i had a bad day after that... scary stuff.

that's some scary $hit...

i think my brother is possessed by a girl from bandung.. he can't stop talking about her.

^^ hahaha lol....

Have you heard about this ?? IO found it by accident...i was looking the Mongolian death worm in Mongolian Talk and i found this is Wiki

Ahool

The ahool is a flying cryptid, supposedly a giant bat, or by other accounts, a living pterosaur or flying primate. Such a creature is unknown to science and there is no objective evidence that it exists as claimed.

Like many cryptids, it is not well documented, and little reliable information - and in this case, no material evidence - exists. Named for its distinctive call A-hool (other sources render it ahOOOooool), it is said to live in the deepest rainforests of Java. It is described as having a monkey/ape-like head with large dark eyes, large claws on its forearms (approximately the size of an infant), and a body covered in gray fur. Possibly the most intriguing and astounding feature is that it is said to have a wingspan of 3 m (10 ft). This is almost twice as long as the largest (known) bat in the world, the common flying fox.

According to Loren Coleman and Jerome Clark, it was first described by Dr. Ernest Bartels while exploring the Salak Mountains on the island of Java.

One speculation on its existence by the cryptozoologist Ivan T. Sanderson is that it might be a relative of Kongamato in Africa. Others have suggested it were a living fossil pterosaur, on account of its supposedly leathery wings. As is known today, most pterosaurs seem to have had wings that were covered with a downy fluff to prevent heat loss; this may or may not have been necessary in a tropical environment depending on these animals' metabolism. On the other hand, there might be an entirely mundane explanation:

Two large earless owls exist on Java, the Spotted Wood-owl (Strix seloputo) and the Javan Wood-owl (Strix (leptogrammica) bartelsi). They are intermediate in size between the Spotted Owl of North America or the Tawny Owl of Eurasia, and an eagle owl (horned owl), being 40-50 cm (16-20 in) long and with a wingspan of perhaps 1.20 meters (4 ft). Despite this discrepancy, wingspans are usually overestimated in flying animals not held in hand (see also Thunderbird), especially by frightened observers.

Size nonwithstanding, the Javan or Bartels's Wood-owl seems an especially promising candidate to resolve the ahool enigma: it has a conspicuous flat "face" with large dark eyes exaggerated by black rings of feathers and a beak that protrudes but little, and it appears greyish-brown when seen from below. Its call is characteristic, a single shout, given intermittently, and sounding like HOOOH!. Like most large owls, it is highly territorial in breeding season and will frighten away intruders by mock attacks from above and behind. Its flight, being an owl, is nearly completely silent, so that the victim of such sweeps usually becomes aware of the owl when it is homes in snarling and with outstretched talons (held at "breast" height to the observer), and would just have time to duck away. The Javan Wood-owl is a decidedly rare and elusive bird not often observed even by ornithologists, and hides during day. It is found in remote montane forest at altitudes of probably around 1000-1500 meters, and does not tolerate well human encroachment, logging and other disturbances.

From its appearance and behavior, the Javan Wood-owl matches the characteristics of the ahool surprisingly well, despite the cryptid at first glance giving the impression of a mammal. Observer error due to the circumstances of being dive-bombed in a remote gloomy forest by a fierce snarling and clawing bird may well account for the apparent discrepancies. Nonwithstanding, the wood-owls of Java are not generally mentioned in cryptozoological discussions of the ahool, and most authors of cryptozoologial works seem to be entirely unaware of the birds' existence. Be that as it may, it is not resolved how well the owls are known to locals, especially the local name - if any - and whether they are present in locations of ahool reports would seem to be highly relevant. It is also possible that the cry and the flying animal are not identical; even the local population is sometimes unaware which jungle animal makes which vocalization (see for example Satanic Eared-nightjar).

From Wikipedia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ahool

Strange thing.

^I know, and yet it exist...well sort of.

@ dutch :as usual, a long winded article.^^
@ tangy : i think you brother had been "pelet"-ed. or may be the girl is just too pretty for your bro.

The woman is being possessed by a spirit, it like her and follow her everywhere she goes.

The priest/ulama/exorcist performer interrogate the woman
Exorcist: Why do you get in to her?
Possessed woman: Because I like her, she is my friend
Exorcist: Why?
Possessed woman: she's a kind lady
Exorcist: Do you know you're hurting her?
Possessed woman: Noo... don't get me out of her.

(I felt symphatetized to this spirit, all it want is a friend... )

Then the exorcist perform Islamic pray and chant the quranic verses of exorcism
(sorry, too lazy to translate)

hey.......
your just to lazy to read it.....I copy it anyway from Wiki.

^^ summarize buat gw donk. lol

Enak aja...read the first para and you'll get the idea.

I once thought I heard a ghost. It was like just a few weeks after we'd moved into a new office building. I was working late, still in my room about 8:30 p.m. Just after the last of the others had gone, I went out to the toilet.

A few minutes after coming back to my desk, I heard some weird sounds, coming from the other side of the building. It was like someone was performing some sort of robust activity, like some packing sort of work, or something. It was like, a repetitive, low-pitch sort of sound. Gedegang, gedegang, gedegang ... it went.

I didn't feel any fear at all at first. Cos I don't really believe in ghosts, you see. Well, most of the time anyway. So I just went across the building, n the sounds seemed like they were coming out of the lab room. So I opened the room. As soon as I did that, the sound stopped.

I switched on the light in there, thought about going across n investigating what could be on the other side of the lab bench, n then decided against it. I didn't want to get caught in the situation of seeing something that I didn't wanna see, or something I ain't seen before, or something out of this world, alone. He he he.

So I switched off the lab room light, n went slowly back to my room. I'd lost my concentration by then, but was still trying to rationalise the whole thing. N then the hairs on my neck stood on end. Gosh!

So I just tidied up, n then went down, intending to just go home without telling anyone about the incident. But then I thought I should inform the security guards, just in case something criminal had occurred. Eventually 2 of them went up again to our office with me, to investigate. After everything was done, one of them told me he'd seen waves suddenly coming up in a swimming pool late at night at a hotel where he worked once before. The other one told me he also felt the hairs on his neck stand on end when we went to inspect the lab room.

After that day, I dared not stay back past 7 p.m. anymore. For months. N I kept a samurai sword, well, a blunt one, by my side every night as I slept at home. I can't explain it, but it did give me some extra confidence. He he he.

Will continue the story in next post.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=IoOg1ofcOu0&feature=user

this is good video ,

its scientific view about something we cant see yet it does exist. (wich is commonly we say its a ghost)
its kinda recent. its kinda bizzare even tho with scientific view.

I think 10 dimentional theory made a breakpoint that we are actualy living like bubble with other universe in other bubble.
in this vid, the theory added with 11th dimension ...

I think there was a youtube video where someone spotted a ponttiak and it suddenly leaped up into the air. It was being flimed at night using infrared camera.

When I still worked in marketing division, there's one corner desk beside the window and when I was just alone working overtime, sometimes I heard the keyboard on that corner desk ticking fast, like someone is working or typing fast. Since I didn't believe in such "things", I didn't feel scared and came to that desk for several times just to check if someone was there. Funny, every time I got there, the sound stopped.

I think some people are more sensitive to it than others. I was staying at my uncle's house in south Jakarta one time with my sister, auntie and cousin. It's actually a villa with a swimming pool etc. The only thing is that its build next to a graveyard.

So we spent the night there, and in the morning I was shocked to see my company being very afraid. During the night my sister saw a black cloud moving very fast across the room. My cousin saw something similar. My auntie saw a little boy with pointed ears and red eyes walking through walls. I was the only one who saw nothing.

damn...
makes you wonder huh...if it's bullsh¡t or not.
but i dont wanna find out :b
they say that you're more vulnerable when you're afraid...i dont know...

i got very very sick while backpacking in Sengigi, Lombok ... it was during Nyepi and we didn't know and took the ride to the south Kuta beach when we shouldn't be on the road

later when i recovered and came back, i found out that Sengigi's resort and hotels were built on top of a traditional burial ground... the whole area is very very haunted it seems..

The story continued:

Surprise of surprises, a few a months later, when my ghost fears had died down a bit, I heard those weird sounds again!

Only this time, it was like, at ... 3:30 p.m.!

Yes, you've guessed correctly. So it wasn't really a ghost at all. It was just those sounds made by the uneven flow of water, caused by uneven air pressures, in the piping system up there above the ceiling. Civil engineers call it the 'water hammer'. Ha ha ha ha ha.

But it was really weird when you hear it alone, at night, in a new building, with nobody else around. It was like quite loud, low pitched, rythmic n repetitive, n it went on for like more than a minute.

Once I realised that, I was safely back to the old, rational, scientific me. No ghosts. He he he.

BTW, if you like to hear ghost stories, a good source would be taxi drivers n truck drivers. Those who do the night shift.

Whoa, I tell ya, I've heard the weirdest stories from them.

Will tell ya more about them in next post.

^ scientificly at pitch dark night and no sound

u will have better vision and hearing because there is no sound and light disturbances

so yea u might see something u wont see at crowded day light. :0

I play Ouija board now and then with my friends. It really is not a big deal for me, although the 'peg' does move by itself- or perhaps a subconscious communal motoric act? I don't know, but I am sure as hell did not move it. The words from the 'spirit' can be lucid but at times, jumbled too. So no two sessions are the same. But one thing for sure: the answers are mostly nonsensical! Even when they tell you their names, it is most likely an invented one. So we do it just to kill time and a bit of (nervous) laugh, no fortune telling involved. Some friends are quite frightened doing this, some others think it is heretical. I've been doing this, for fun, for quite some time so it is just like playing monopoly for me.

Ghost Story from Taxi Driver #1, Kuala Lumpur:

"I had just reached Bukit Bintang (a busy commercial area in KL, also known for its red light district) on Saturday night/Sunday morning, after bringing in a passenger from Sungei Besi (a suburb about 10 km from the city). It was about 3 in the morning.

A short while after dropping him off, cruising around Bukit Bintang, I got waved down by 3 beautiful, elegantly dressed Chinese girls who wanted to go to Cheras Baru (another suburb about 8 km from KL). I picked them up n drove them all the way there. They sat at the back. They were endlessly chatting away (in Chinese) n laughing all the way.

When I got by the Cheras Baru Chinese cemetery, the girls suddenly instructed me to go into a small inside road n to stop there. I just followed their intructions. The moment I stopped I heard the back door slam. I looked behind me n there was absolutely nothing!

When I tried to back my car out, I realised that I had manoevoured it into a nearly impposible position. I spent a good 15 minutes n wet my shirt with sweat before managing to come out again."

I know what you mean.... I am possessed by that girl from Pontianak.

Actually there is a spooky old house in my street that has been standing empty for years, and all the kids when they walk home from school prefer to cross the road and walk on the other side, rather than getting too close to that house.

I went over and had a closer look.



To me it looks like Boo Radley's house.
The stuff of urban legends..... hmmm..... Arthur Radley always was misunderstood, while the real freaks of the town maintained a superficial veneer of Southern propriety and got away with rape and murder.
I always loved that novel To Kill A Mockingbird.
It was a wonderful mixture of spooky Southern gothic, warm engaging characters, and an exploration of Human nature under class conflict and racial prejudice; all seen through the eyes of an innocent child.
The story debunks ghosts etc.... and instead challenges us to look at the "ghosts" within ourselves.

Go on Ralf. In this thread, let's just go with the flow.

I don't really believe in ghosts either. Cos I ain't seen one. Only once I thought I heard one, then later found out that it wasn't.

While many ghost stories r just 2nd hand, 3rd hand, or 4th hand tales passed along from friend's friend to friend's friend.

But still, they give ya some content to help ya chill out over a drink, while whiling away the time.

Still, I've also heard stories, quite chilling accounts, from guys who claimed to have seen ghosts with their own eyes, first hand experiences, like.

@ Ralf: I love "to kill a mockingbird". one line I will always remember for the rest of my life is from Scout "there's only one type of folks. folks"

BTW...Im not scared yet guys....bring on the good stuff!!!

Hey guys, what about me? I've been posessed by that young beautiful woman from Pontianak Harum Sundal Malam, that Malaysian vampire movie.



You know who I mean, Maya Karin. Oh yeahhh. I just can't get those haunting eyes, that come-hither smile, out of my mind.

I can't remember that particular line (highschool was a long time ago for me) but I guess it has something to do with the author's contention that we should not judge people until we get to know them; that all folks basically have the same needs and fears; whether black or white, rich or poor, all folks eat, sleep, go to toilet, feel happy, sometimes cry, need a fair and dignified way of life; feel the need for fellow Human comfort and sometimes when they can't get it things go awry.
Arthur "Boo" Radley was turned into a "ghost" by his overbearing father and vicious small-town rumours.
When people are different, or ill, or black, or slightly retarded, or whatever the pop-pillory flavour of the month is - they get shunned by the mob mentality.
However when the tomboyish heroine Scout actually meets the real Boo Radley, as opposed to the ghost that had been haunting her nightmares, she declares to her father that he was really nice and hadn't done any of the bad things attributed to him. Her father replies with something like, "Most people are actually ok when you finally see them".

Something scary happened last month.
I was sleeping and suddenly I saw a shadow of a big man walking past my open bedroom door.
My heart started pounding and I could feel the adrenalin rushing through me.
I thought this is it.
There is an intruder in my house and I must struggle to get my wits under control and be prepared for fight or flight.
Considering that this had already happened to me once before, I did not question my instincts.
I lay very quiet in my bed, flexing my muscles, getting ready for danger and forcing my sleepy panic stricken brain to think what I could use as a weapon to defend myself.
As my brain focussed for action, I realised that I was facing the opposite direction away from my bedroom door.
I could not possibly have seen any shadow passing my door.
I was looking at the window.
It was all just a bad dream.
Perhaps the play of passing car lights on my window had triggered old memories that troubled my dreams.
Funny that I still thought it prudent to get up and check my doors and windows.

OK, I have not seen her.... cutie huh ?
Well I actually meant my gf Dewi from the city called Pontianak.

So this is my own experience, not really scary actually, but it still baffled me until now. So I was having a breakfast by myself- this would be mmm..long long time ago when I was still in Elementary school- around 6.30AM, so as I was eating my bread, I noticed an eraser on top of the liquor cart beside the dining table (yes, liquor cart do exist back then in Jakarta!). So far nothing out of ordinary, right?. But then, out of the stillness of the dining room, the eraser actually move by itself and fell to the floor. I swear, I didn't touch or do anything to it. I just watched it -while chewing my breakfast- from being immobile, then suddenly move by itself and fell to the floor. As I've said, it still baffled me.

rasibiduk did this strange event happen on the 1st April ?
Ben got me real good today

Anyway could it have been a minor earth tremor that caused it to move ?

argh..im still not scared yet...but then again..i dont have that much freaky stories to tell either.

I've seen my grandfather before(he passed away already). at first it was scary, but i kinda got used to it.

and there was this freaky accident that happened one time when we were playing "guardian angel"(kinda like ouija board) where the spirit did not want to "return home" and the #1 rule abt it was u must never let go of the pen before the spirit goes home. anyway, this spirit wld not return home and it just kept scribbling nonsense and one of my friend let go of the pen cause she got freaked out, and the rest of us just kept saying "pls go home, pls go home" and then it finally did. but we were all so freaked out after that and i dont thk anyone ever played that in sch again.

and one time we were in bandung and it was night and everyone was sleeping and i was sleeping next to my mother. anyway, i wanted to go to the bathroom but when i opened my eyes, there was this lady just standing at the foot of the bed, looking at us. i hurriedly woke my mom up but she didnt see anything. that was 1 of the few times where i went outside and when i came back in, i forgot to wash my feet and face(we have this belief that u shld always wash yr feet and face preferably after reentering the house or before going to sleep)

There was one guy a while back, I think his ID was Jor, and he told one really good ghost story.

Sound like your breakfast was spiked or prolly you were tipsy just by reading label of the liquor bottles haha j/k bro.
Well if I am going to be pedantic, I would say its your innate psychokinesis power at its best, mind over matter!.

my friend's uncle is a taxi driver. he was driving his friends somewhere. after he dropped them off he drove down this road where sydney's largest cemetry is alone. it was in the middle of the night. pitch black. as he was driving, he often looked in his rear view mirror as you do. when he looked this particular time, there in the back seat of the car was a woman. a middle aged woman staring into his eyes. he was pissing himself. he kept on driving terrified. sometimes he looked again, and she was still there staring at him. as he approached home, he looked into the rear view mirror again, and she was gone.

Well, my uncle once made me drunk when I was only 5! But no, this was not that day. I wish I had that psychokinetic ability! But if I had one, it would've probably gone anyway since apparently poltergeist phenomenon usually happens whenever there's children around.

@Ralf: nope, no tremor in that still morning.

Maybe he is possessed by a guy who is obsessed with a girl from Bandung.

huh????? what gave u that idea?

I think you must have some funny connection to the 'other' world, Ras. Messing about with ghosts on the Ouija board, flying/jumping erasers during breakfast etc. etc.

He he he.

Oh yeah, I know. We're both making a play on the word/place Pontianak.

But Maya is alright. She's a halfie. German dad, Malay mom. Try get that movie if you can.

Let's just say Ras is extra-sensitive to the forces of the supernatural. Unlike the rest of us, unbelieving sceptics.

Anyway, even for for an unbelieving sceptic, sometimes I just can't resist trying to extract a good ghost story from someone game for it.

Ghost story from Taxi Driver#2:

"I used to be a long distance truck driver once. Running long routes through isolated jungle areas at unholy hours was just par for the course for me.

One day I was driving from Raub (a town in Pahang, then about 5 hours drive to Kuala Lumpur) to Kuala Lumpur. 2 hours on, it was approaching dusk. Someone quite normal looking, a man, then waved me down to hitch a ride to KL. I slowed down n stopped, n let him aboard, where he sat on the other seat to my left.

After driving on for a while, we passed by a roadside warung/eating stall. We both got off to have something to eat n drink. I went to gather my 'nasi campur', while my new hitchhiker friend requested a 'mee goreng'.

We both ate our full. The man looked quite hungry n he really ate with some gusto.

When we were well on our journey again, another 2 1/2 hours to go to Kuala Lumpur, it was pitch dark on the jungle road, with only the lights from my own truck n those from the occassional oncoming vehicle lighting up the route ahead.

The guy beside me then started behaving really weirdly. His neck sort of started stretching high until his head was touching the roof of the truck. Then his head started swivelling left, right n then in all directions in a way which seemed to be quite independent of his body.

I was as near to peeing in my pants as I had ever been. But I fought hard to steady myself, while not letting my hands off the wheel n my gaze off the road.

I then recited some verses that I still remember from the Quran, the Qursi verses, really loud n really fast. He then looked at me in a v strange way. I kept on reciting, n after what seemed like ages, he was gone."

^^ wow thats a really scary story buddy and yet funny too.
it is very good... for you

OK This is the film, right ?

I'll keep an eye out for it, but I currently have a huge backlog of films that I am supposed to watch.

About real-life ghost stories, I think that tends to be the province of the older generation.
I once heard my two grandmothers talking about one room in the old house where the figure of an old woman would appear, with a sad face and wringing her hands. I slept in that room and never saw any hocus pocus.
Anyway folks, thanks for the ghost stories, keep 'em comin'.

^The poster looks crappy

Like I said, where it comes to ghosts, I'm an unbelieving sceptic.

But still, I think there's no harm keeping an open mind.

Only thing is, ghosts seem to be around only where there r people, for some reason. Maybe they just love people. He he he.

I've actually heard of guys waking up on the ground, outside the house. After they've hit the sack the night before, inside. N they went to sleep sober.

The guys who gave me those stories weren't that old, actually. Late 30s n early 40s.

Then there is the urban legend about the dead guy at the old Greyhound Hotel in Melbourne.
Back in the 70s it was a bad place, with bikie gangs running the drug scene.
It was a real rock'n'roll dive, and still is today.
The hotel proprietor and his staff were trying to keep things clean enough to avoid police complications, while at the same time keeping their bikie gang customers satisfied. Lots of dirty money changed hands.
The bartender was called "The Phantom".
Arms like gnarly iron bark, a broad face with piercing eyes, and a foghorn voice.
One look at the guy and you knew you had to respect him.
He kept order in the house.
The story goes that The Phantom was picking up some drunk who was slumped over a table.
And he found that this guy had a bloody big knife stuck in him.
He was not drunk, but dead.
Word was quickly and quietly relayed to the proprietor and together they carried the stiff out of the premises and sat him on the bench in the tram stop shelter next to the highway.
There was nothing they could do for him.
The guy was stone cold dead.
The hotel boss and The Phantom had figured they could avoid major hassles by removing the murdered corpse from their building. The last thing they wanted was police entanglements or a gangland war smashing their rock'n'roll pub.
Inside the pub everybody had been busy drinking and watching the band, and besides it was a common sight to see a drunk being carried out. Nobody would think it strange. Outside they had been under the cover of darkness.
It was pitch black.
The Moon had not yet risen.
Satisfied that they had made the best of a bad situation, they went about their business, and at the end of the night, after cleaning and locking up, The Phantom and his boss could not help but take a surreptitious look at the tram stop shelter.
The corpse was gone.
By the light of the newly risen Moon, they could clearly see a single line of footprints, leading away into the darkness.
Smeared with blood on the shelter wall were the words - MEMENTO MORI.

That means ... lemme guess ... 'souvenir of death'? 'moment of death'? naaah ...

BTW, how do you rationalise something like that then?

Mmmm ... a prankster's work?

Perhaps ghosts, spirits, demons etc. etc. r the out-of-control renegades from among God's vast legion of absolutely loyal workers, the angels.

A bit like soldiers gone AWOL, like.

That then brings one to whether one believes in angels or not.

come on Bhakso, don't u have any good stories to tell?!?!