There is a
very old mosque in Tawau, Sabah which has a piece of vast Malay graveyard at
the back. Opposite this graveyard is an Islamic primary school which is said to
be haunted. Just off this school is federal highway. Interestingly speaking,
the street lightings always breakdown and caused the whole place to be dimly
lit during the nights. Many people would avoid this section of the road for the
fear of ‘you know what’.
Local story
has it that one very bad person known by the name Ahmed was hatred by his
community died in a horrific accident and his body was later buried in the said
cemetery. Since nobody practically likes this thug, no one attended his funeral
service and he was buried in hastily.
Not long
after Ahmed died, people who stayed around the cemetery started to experience
strange happenings. First it was that someone or ‘something’ was banging at
their doors. Let me repeat, it was ‘banging’ not ‘knocking’. When people opened
their doors, nothing was found except they would hear faintly in the air somebody
crying and asking for help.
Those who
returned during midnight would hear voices of people weeping first at a far and
then approaching quickly. Some lucky ones would saw white shadow jumping to and
fro on the street. Some residents even claimed to have seen a mummy like object
used its head to bang at the persons’ windows. Naturally, people in that area
were scared to their wits and everyone would shut their doors after 9pm. In
case, you are not aware, when a Muslim died, his/her body would be wrapped with
a piece of white cloth signifying that all his/her sins would be purified as
white as the piece of white cloth as I was told.
My friend,
Joe’s cousin sister was getting married. All of his relatives attended the
wedding ceremony and the celebration lasted until fairly late at night. After
the wedding ceremony, Joe drove his pick-up truck to return to his home.
Unfortunately speaking, in this wee hours that Joe had to drive alone through
the road by the said haunted cemetery.
Just as
when Joe prayed that nothing would happen during the short journey, his rear
tyre suddenly became flat. At this point, Joe felt a little hesitation as to go
down the truck to change the flat tyre or just to call for help. After some
thinking, Joe decided to change the flat tyre himself as no one would pass
through this section of the road at this time anyway.
All went
well during the changing of tyre. Just as when Joe felt lucky that that was
over, suddenly he head noise as if someone stamping on the ground came from a
far and gradually approaching. It was ‘thub’ and ‘thub’ sort of sound…
Due to curiosity,
Joe suddenly saw a long white bundle jumped from a far moving towards his
truck. After staring at the thing for a while, the word ‘pocong’ or the ‘shrouded
ghost’ came into his mind.
Without
thinking too much, Joe immediately jumped into his pick-up and started to step
on the gas paddle. While Joe was speeding, the pocong was getting near his
truck too…
For a few
minutes as Joe’s pick-up was rushing forward, he though he has wriggled off the
pocong as no sound was heard. And suddenly a big ‘thub’ was again heard at the
pick-up’s back and the truck was shaking violently as if it has just taken a
very heavy load.
Instinctively,
Joe turned his head and there he saw the pocong has landed on the back of his
pick-up! It was so near that Joe could saw the pocong’s face and smelled the
scent of decaying flesh! The pocong then bang its head at the pick-up’s rear
windscreen as if it wanted to break the glass.
Joe was
panic and he suddenly slammed onto the brake and the pocong flew forward and it
dropped right in front of the truck. The truck continued to move forward due to
momentum and it ran over the pocong in front.
Without
hesitation, Joe again stepped onto the gas paddle and the truck rushed forward
with a thrust and the pocong had disappeared from Joe’s view. When Joe looked
at his rear mirror, he could only saw pieces of white shroud flying in the air.
But in no way that Joe dared to went down to investigate.
Obviously
Joe had survived to ordeal and leave to tell it to me… or you will not have
heard about it.
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