The Sick And Slick Seeks Six Thick Sticks.

The sunrise that marked the end of the ghost hunting night woke me up along with continuous sighs of relief. Alhamdulillah, , nothing weird happened. Or so I thought.

And on Monday (10.11.2008),I went to class like the usual. Late, like the usual. Half-awake, as usual, that quickly disappeared the moment I saw Eddy's epic Jumanji face, as usual. It was Studio Lighting class that day, and the room was full. So, some of us had to wait outside first until the turn comes. The usual (but not entirely similar) flow of a typical day of college, suddenly became not so usual, with just a quick, abrupt miss call. I checked the number. And this came out..

666666

Six Six Six Six Six Six.



O_________O !!




HOLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY JIVEEEES (!) . How in the logical telecommunication reason, could this number dial me ? . It's not even in 10 digits, and it doesn't have the (+03,+60) number codes in front of it ! . An attempt to call it back only replied with "This number is incomplete". As if 666 being the number of the S..SS.Satan isn't bone-chilling enough. WHATTAAAAAAAAAFHHHHHHAAAAAAAAHHQQ !! . To prove I ain't talking bullshiyat. Here yeh go :




Itoldyyouso.

And that's not all. Later that week, I had a sleepover at Faye's house. And later that evening of the day I slept over at Faye's house, Faye and Eddy went to Mid Valley while I went home. Then, Faye called me, thinking that he would tell me that I forgot my stuff or wtv, that happens all the time, as in me forgetting my stuffs. But no, he told me this. The meter of the cab was busted, so when the driver tried to reset it. Out of an infinite number combination, guess what number popped out ? . No prize for guessing, but yeah, it's the cursed ;


666666


Coincidence ? , read on.


A college mate, named Burger, after hearing the story. Only then he recalled, that he almost got hit by three cars. With each car having the number 666 as it's number plate. Oh god :( . Then one of the nights, we went to Rhasta. And after we're done, we head out to Eddy's car. There was this RED car parked infront of his car, again, with the number 666 as it's numberplate. And RED is indeed, associated with the duh, duh, duh-vell, devil :S



I bet you can't even pronounce coicnidence, concidience, COINCIDENCE (!) now, punk.


I know it's stupid to put my beliefs in such numerical nonsense. But, it's too freaky to be a coincidence. And we're not talking about any other number, we're talking about the demonic 6 6 6 . I'm kinda glad that I didn't pick up tho. There was this story called "Nombor MERAH" , or "The RED Number" . (Remember the red car ?) . It even came out in the paper. The story goes as follow, a group of Indonesian black magic followers, wanted to test how far they're magic could stretch. The number would come out unnaturally long, +62852731520946 (Dial at your own risk), and it would appear in RED . Those that answered, said that they had bubbles foaming out of their mouth, and the next second, "Poof (!)" , they're dead. And some of the cases actually happened in MALAYSIA ! . And I actually googled "666666, mobile phone number" and there's a similar case in Singapore. Daymn, that ain't too far. The dude said that he was playing tarot cards, just as soon as he finished playing, the number 666666 called him. Uh-huh.

Call me paranoid, but lately, I've been seeing number plates , such as 3669, or 3996,
9663 , etc . 6 being 6, while 9 is the topsy turvy version of it and 3, being a multiple for both of the numbers. I think I'm just thinking too much. Allahuakbar. I shall not lose faith for the sake of mere digits :)

There's An Old Lady In White Behind You, Say Hi.

As Of The 6th Of November 2009

I've been wanting to write on this since forever. The story is as stale as a rotting fish, with little rotten fungus growing out from it's eyes. Im sure a number of people already know about the story, but yeah, I just need to get this out just so I can still revise it when Im 40.

It all started with a regular, innocent night out. We were just having our nice, hot plates of Pakapao, or Pakapau, or however in the heavens you spell it. ( Pakapao is a dish consisting of rice, bits of spicy meat, fried egg, ulam and a small bowl of soup) . Then, there came Fahim, with an invitation that sent shivers down my throat, along with mushy, chewed up Pakapao. "Jom pergi ghost hunting jom ?" . I could've said no, and make chicken sounds, but then, I predicted that it will be replied with a tight "Kau balik jalan ah mcm tu, kitorang semua gerak" . So, I just shrugged my shoulders and make hesitant nods.

A small portion of us played DotA first, and guess what, GUESS WHAT (!):DD , for the very first ( or twice, thrice but no more than 6 times ) time, I OwNEDzzZ (!!) . Used Gondar with 7 or 8 kills. With only one epic death that went like this :
"SORCERON has been killed by Neutral Creeps" . -_- .

Had a small meet up, before we're off to send the hair on the back of our necks on an acid trip. The first destination was the Seputeh cemetery. As we're approaching nearer, I can feel my guts getting wrinklier. As I step out from the car, all security blankets teared, I was like " Oh shiaaat, this is it". Fahim said the graveyard has the victims of the 13th of May massacre buried in it. So,since slain souls are not souls in peace, so therefore, they're a little teeny weeny more, err active ? . Oh crap. Crap crap. We explored the place,with an eerie background of tombstones of various shapes hiding amongst the tall grass, blown lightly by the cold night air, tall, dead trees that looked like sturdy guardians, guarding the dead, and bright, colourful city lights shining happily at the furthest plain of the background. That simply brutal murdered the whole eerie mood didn't it, but somehow it made me feel safe. It made me feel like I'm not in the middle of nowhere, oh sweet civilization :D . Me and Azman looked like Siamese twins, with fear for the other-world-ly as the limb that connected us two . We were then separated as I shed more and more chicken feathers of myself. I didn't "encounter" anything, but I guess Shak and Faye have a little something to share. Faye's story was that, he went to take some pictures of the tombstones, then he felt a breathing, stroked his neck. He thought, it was Fahim as he falsely thought that Fahim was trailing behind him. He turned around and said "Apahal kau jauh pulak ni Fahim ?" . Then, an uneasy silence followed. They all exchanged wide-eyed stares, showing that that they know "what" has just happened, but they kept quiet. A wise move. As for Syak, I caught him making the o_o look that quickly turned to "No I did not just see that" kindoff expression. I asked him, "Kau okay ke Syak ?" . A few resistant head movements, he then said "Aku nampak cahaya putih lalu belakang Fahim tadi" . Okay, saying that wasn't the wisest move. Frequent interruptions of cement trucks passing by, made us move to our next spot.




Fayegraphy :P

Below are the url's for the footage of the trip :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SCweR9pvuC4

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u-FLxoRr1pc

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HP1rYwCDj94

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lDjadiScMeg (my interview is in part 4 :D)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mk0ZExkeZoE





And our next spot was Kemensah Heights. The story behind this spot was that, once, there was this insane doctor. To a point where he was too absorbed in his work, he actually sliced up his girlfriend/or wife, I'm not so sure, to 18 parts just for the sake of his experiment or whatever nutjob. Then, he killed his son by throwing him off from a small hill which the house was built at. The doctor, then ultimately ended it all by committing suicide. The maid, then soon after, got back from her vacation and was welcomed by the gruesome sight, triggering her trauma, making her tie a dumbbell round her neck. Then she threw it downhill, causing her neck to snap.
Thus, the story of Dr. Frenzy. Out of all the places I've been, this has to be the most balls-shrinking spot ever. The entrance itself was gloomy enough, with dead tree branches, and tall grasses covering most of it. As soon I was inside, I felt this surge of uneasiness immediately as I caught the sight of the place. Yes, it's old, and it's trashed up, like any other horror-movies would cook up. I can't explain this, but there's just something about the place that gave me the creepiest of creeps. In order to get to the house, you have to go down a flight of messed up stairs. Syak, Faye, Azman, Najee, Os and Fahim's friend went down into the pitch-black abyss. I can't go down because I'm not wearing shoes, and the place is too dark to even see the pile of debris and scattered glass. Or in chicken language, LET'S GET THE HELL OUT OF HEREEE ! . Which I did, as soon as I heard the sound of someone throwing a rock , hitting the roof. NOONE WAS THERE. NOONE COULD BE TALL ENOUGH, OR HIGH ENOUGH TO DO THAT. Fahim felt restless, as he recalled an experience from that dreaded house. But he refused to tell it on the spot, we understood why. Later, the six, alive heroes went up and told us that they tried to go down further but they just couldn't, like they're blocked by some kind of invisible barrier or something. And they saw a Pentagram, you know, those star-with-circle drawing which black metal followers would draw. Sick. We went into the car, as Fahim, finally unrolled the encounter he had at the place. One time, he went with his friends, with one of them having a bad, unfiltered mouth. Causing him to say "Kenapa kepala aku rasa berat ni ?" when they all finished exploring. Leave it be to your beliefs, but Fahim said he saw a Langsuyr parked on top of the foul-mouthed dude's head. Epikk Sikk.

To cool our shivering nerves down, we head off to this open eating place. I ordered a deer+otak-otak burger from a stall nearby. Screw the no midnight meals diet rule, you don't see a deer, or an otak-otak beef patty everyday. AND ! , the sheesha there has to be the best I've ever tasted yet. The smoke, followed the taste of the chosen flavour really carefully.

You'd think, a merry round of shisha pass-arounds, would mark the end of the expedition. Oh no, we've one more spot to seek some spiffy spook. The next spot was the infamous Highland Towers. You heard me right, it's where one of the apartment blocks tragically crumbled down, leaving innocent lives to be pummeled under the rubble. As told by Nelza, the story was, when the search for the bodies was carried, only two bodies were found, whereas the others weren't. Bound with no more options left, cement was poured on top of all the mess, indicating a burial. Yes, we all practically stood on a ground, with bodies underneath us. What kicked my courageous side of me up, was that, the way Nelza told the story, it was as if, we're gonna search a plain of rubble, debris on a plain cement since, the apartment has fell down. As long as it's not enclosed, it's not gonna be so bad. Claustrophobic, not really. But an enclosed "infested" area, compared to an open one, the open one is much gentler on the hair on the back of my neck. . Then as I arrived at the spot, mother mercy, there were still two apartment blocks standing strong (well, not really). How the boys slowly raised their necks up, with eyes prying on the most top floor, there could only be one way to interpret that. "Okay dudes, we're going up" .

..Uh'Oh. Oh dear Lord, what did I just let myself into.


A quick read of the Ayat Qursi, I headed up with the rest of the guys. I remembered someone saying , "Kita tengok tingkat 1 je la dulu harini, hari lain kita naik lagi" . Man, ain't that a good idea :D . But noooooooooo, curiosity laid us a bait on a string and it pulled it all the way to the top floor. Yes readers, we went all the way up. Halfway through, suddenly out of the blues, we heard someone's reading ayat Qursi. HOLYYYYYYYYYYYYY, it turned out to be Os's phone. That scared the living ba-jingles out of me. But why he turned it on, remained scarier. He told us later, that he saw a black figure, swiftly dashes infront of him. Uh-hm, yeah. The floor stretched up to the 12th. The view from the top is nice, only the view below isn't, moreover with no balcony railings or whatsoever. And the floor was slippery, one false slip, you'll automatically be a resident of the Highland Towers. If you get what I mean. On the way down, as we're about to leave the block, we hear something fell from the 1st floor (we were on the ground floor already). I'll leave the rest for your imagination.


Both were taken on the topmost floor.






Nelza and Katin, thought it was safe to stay downstairs, near the cars. But they didn't exactly missed out on the "excitement" (?) . Yeah, cause Nelza said that he saw Faye heading to the car, when infact he's up in the apartment. Doppelganger ? . WTFFFFFHKLJDSKL, go figure. And as for Katin, she said that she felt her tongue was cut short, making her to not be able to speak so well.

Hmmm. As for myself, I'd tell you on the next post.

What a night, what a night.

Holy Crappity Crap.

Man, I haven't update my blog for like, forever, and it's getting as dusty as that little house Snow White found in the middle of the forest before the seven midgets and her animal
friends clean it up. Anyone miss me ? :DD . *crickets* , anyone ? *the crickets go silent*. Err, okaay.

The main reason why I haven't touched my blog for the longest time is to be blamed on the absence of my computer. And I don't feel that "flow" of writing whenever I'm at a cc with booming
techno , and jiwang karat songs in the background. Heck, I'm writing this at my college's
computer lab. Oh and another thing, I can't write with that feeling of thinking all eyeballs are on my screen. Yes, this is just squeezing santan (perah santan, perasan) , and I know I'm thinking too much, but I can't kick off this feeling like how I can't kick a straight ball.

So till then, this is just to relieve the urge of just merely "updating" . The real updates are due on the arrival of my new, repaired computer :) . The pictures for a few of my hanged posts are inside the pc anyhow, so yeah, hold on :)