Mysterious Hand Print
We were about to finish with' our Estimate 2001 in the office so, I'm pretty slow to reply all my mail. I've 97 new mail from my friends all over the world and I don't even have the time to reply all of 'em. But I guess I could spare my time on you. Coz' ghost stories are far more interesting than saying "Hi" and "Hello" to the rest of the crowd.
For your info, I came across a lot of scary moment thru out my entire life. And I wouldn't mind sharing 'em with you and your visitors and the other friends. Why don't I tell you one of 'em right now? And I'll keep on sending them to you in the future coz' I don't really have the time right now to tell you all of 'em, right? So... first thing first, okay? And here goes the first one...
3 years ago I planned a great vacation on the beach with my husband and two of our friends. The four of us decided to choose a new beach resort situated in Lundu, Sarawak. It has a beautiful scenary with blue coral beach and white sands all over the place. We rented a 2 room air-conditioning chalet facing a mini Budha temple with a beautiful statue. Being a Muslim I learned to respect other religion and I throw a few coins in the bowl and in the nearby wishing well. I took a lot of pictures with the statue for I really admire the fine works and the colours.
We went to the chalet to change to our swimwear. The room was quite big with queen size bed, a cabinet and a huge table mirror. I was admiring the mirror when my husband ask me to hurry. We were having lotsa fun swimming and collecting sea shells. There's not many people in the resort for it's not a weekend. There's two other family staying there but the two other chalet next to ours was empty.
After I showered I went back to the room to dress for dinner. As I was staring at the mirror I saw a hand print on the upper left side. Huh? I was stunned. I called out for my husband and our 2 friends, Fernandos and his girlfriend Flora to come to the room.
"Who's messing with my mirror", I asked.
"Not me...", they said.
"Oh... really? Coz' it was so clean and clear before we leave for the beach," I said. They were still denying it. Finnaly I voice out my suggestion.
"Well then... why don't all of us put our hands on the mirror and let see whose hand were those, okay?" They agreed and I squeeze a small amount of hands lotion on their palms and each of 'em pressing only their right hands on the mirror just like the first hand print.
To my surprise... they didn't match. And I pressed my own hand on the mirror just to make sure but mine's too small for sucha large print. We were looking at each other without a word.
My husband grab a towel and try to wash off all of our hands print. BUT... he could not make the mysterious one disappear. We all took turn to rub it off but to no avail. Then we give up trying and went out for dinner instead.
After dinner... I went directly to bed. In the middle of the night I was awaken by loud voices. I saw my husband sleeping besides me and didn't wanna wake him up.
The voices were getting louder. They were talking in deep Chinese language. I've tried to peek thru' the window but it's too dark. So... I just continued my sleep.
The next morning the first thing I do as soon as I woke up is to open the window pane and see who's in the other chalet where the voices came from last night.
Our room was facing a very thick jungle. And I wondered whose voices were there last night? So... I've decided to ask the owner about the matter without my husband knowing it.
I told him everything and he told me that... that place was a bit haunted. It used to be nothing but a thick jungle where Japanese people used to bring and kill their prisoners. And that's why they have to build the mini temple facing the sea just to protect the place from an "un-invited guest".
He even showed me a so-called "Ghostly Road" (the path which the spirits use to cross before going to the sea). And it was next to our room and he apologized for the matter and I told him that it's okay.
As we were leaving the resort in the afternoon, the hand prints was no longer there... maybe it's about to wave us goodbye...
For your info, I came across a lot of scary moment thru out my entire life. And I wouldn't mind sharing 'em with you and your visitors and the other friends. Why don't I tell you one of 'em right now? And I'll keep on sending them to you in the future coz' I don't really have the time right now to tell you all of 'em, right? So... first thing first, okay? And here goes the first one...
3 years ago I planned a great vacation on the beach with my husband and two of our friends. The four of us decided to choose a new beach resort situated in Lundu, Sarawak. It has a beautiful scenary with blue coral beach and white sands all over the place. We rented a 2 room air-conditioning chalet facing a mini Budha temple with a beautiful statue. Being a Muslim I learned to respect other religion and I throw a few coins in the bowl and in the nearby wishing well. I took a lot of pictures with the statue for I really admire the fine works and the colours.
We went to the chalet to change to our swimwear. The room was quite big with queen size bed, a cabinet and a huge table mirror. I was admiring the mirror when my husband ask me to hurry. We were having lotsa fun swimming and collecting sea shells. There's not many people in the resort for it's not a weekend. There's two other family staying there but the two other chalet next to ours was empty.
After I showered I went back to the room to dress for dinner. As I was staring at the mirror I saw a hand print on the upper left side. Huh? I was stunned. I called out for my husband and our 2 friends, Fernandos and his girlfriend Flora to come to the room.
"Who's messing with my mirror", I asked.
"Not me...", they said.
"Oh... really? Coz' it was so clean and clear before we leave for the beach," I said. They were still denying it. Finnaly I voice out my suggestion.
"Well then... why don't all of us put our hands on the mirror and let see whose hand were those, okay?" They agreed and I squeeze a small amount of hands lotion on their palms and each of 'em pressing only their right hands on the mirror just like the first hand print.
To my surprise... they didn't match. And I pressed my own hand on the mirror just to make sure but mine's too small for sucha large print. We were looking at each other without a word.
My husband grab a towel and try to wash off all of our hands print. BUT... he could not make the mysterious one disappear. We all took turn to rub it off but to no avail. Then we give up trying and went out for dinner instead.
After dinner... I went directly to bed. In the middle of the night I was awaken by loud voices. I saw my husband sleeping besides me and didn't wanna wake him up.
The voices were getting louder. They were talking in deep Chinese language. I've tried to peek thru' the window but it's too dark. So... I just continued my sleep.
The next morning the first thing I do as soon as I woke up is to open the window pane and see who's in the other chalet where the voices came from last night.
Our room was facing a very thick jungle. And I wondered whose voices were there last night? So... I've decided to ask the owner about the matter without my husband knowing it.
I told him everything and he told me that... that place was a bit haunted. It used to be nothing but a thick jungle where Japanese people used to bring and kill their prisoners. And that's why they have to build the mini temple facing the sea just to protect the place from an "un-invited guest".
He even showed me a so-called "Ghostly Road" (the path which the spirits use to cross before going to the sea). And it was next to our room and he apologized for the matter and I told him that it's okay.
As we were leaving the resort in the afternoon, the hand prints was no longer there... maybe it's about to wave us goodbye...
