Yo people! I'm a bad story teller, and so here's something from my real life instead to share with you.
Late one night while i was chatting with my mum at home (the other occupant being my grandma who is already asleep), my mum told me a strange tale:
While i was just nine-months old, my father's side of the family had a huge gathering to celebrate chinese new year in the countryside, and the three of us (my pa, mum, and baby-me) naturaly participated. It was well late into the night when the party ended, which prompted my dad deciding against taking a two hour drive back to the city and take up a night's lodging in the area instead. Well, the place is in Malacca and we called to make a booking in a 3 star hotel called the Straits Inn. Reception initially replied that rooms are fully booked, but upon our arrival we were told that there was one room left. We got our keys and were escorted to our room by the bellboy. Bellboys usually take your luggage into your room and waited for a tip, but this one instead dropped our luggage outside, and left without a word.
Mum stressed at this point that when she entered the room after pa did, she suddenly shivered but couldnt understand why. The room itself looked cosy to her, and after putting me to sleep, my mum went to the bathroom to take a shower. That was when all the lights went out. She quickly rushed out of the bathroom, heard me crying loudly and shouted for my father. Luckily pa was beside her (Duh! he was in the room of course, I told my mum) and when pa opened the outside door, the lights in the corridor were curiously on, and when he checked neighbouring rooms he could see light emiting from under the doors. Ours were the only room without currant. Pa then went to the room balcony, and my mum heard him shouting rudely "Woi! No Lights?" at a passing guard below but got no response.
Mum then told me that was when my pa felt 'something' for he quickly told me mum 'pack our things and go' We left without paying and took that two hour drive back (afterall). The hotel manager did called up afterwards about the non-payment, but pa gave him an earful =/
That's my mum's version of the tale and would be laid to rest if my father did not suddenly brought it up with me on a particulary long drive in the night just last week. Here's his version:
I found the front part to be consistant with my mum's tale, right up until the part where the bellboy left our luggage outside the room where he had something new to add. Like my mum said, pa was the first to into the room. Well, what she didnt know is that when pa first entered, the room was pitch dark, but in this pitch blackness he was able to make out the form of a woman sitting (he's not sure now whether it was 'sitting') on our bed... But pa decided against telling my mum for fear of causing her nervous. He then switched on all the lights, and watched mum put me to sleep on the bed. Then mum went to take a bath. My pa sat on the bed near me, and he had this very strange chilling feel. He tried to counter it by putting his gun on the bedside desk (my pa was a Copper) for that 'safety feeling'. He told me that many things happened at once then which was too big to be a coincidance. 1- the lights suddenly went out. 2- Baby-me started crying. 3- Lights in the corridor were functioning well. 4- When pa went to the balcony and 'talked' to the guard, this was what happened. Although our room was only on the first floor, the guard who was directly below looked up but couldnt see my pa although he did hear someone calling at him. Pa said the guard's look when he gazed up was one of puzzlement and maybe fear, he just looked right through my pa without seeing him! Pa then immediately told my mum to pack up and we left that night.
Now that i'm 22 years old, my father stressed this point to me- Babies below the age of two can 'see' things that others cant, and when they reached 2-years-old they'll loose all their memories of the years before. That was God's gift, my pa said.
Boring.. to tell you the truth, I don't believe in haunted places. I will one day go to this Straits Inn with a friend or two and check out that last room on the first floor, if the hotel is still standing. And lastly, please forgive this 50-paragraph tiresome crap that may bore more than half of you to sleep.
