“The Season of the Witch is Here”

Seasons.

There's the Season of Spring.

The Season of Summer.

The Season of Autumn.

The Season of Winter.

But, there's a Season that people fears the most....The Season Of The Witch!!

This is the most feared Season...

" WHY?? " you may ask.

To me, this is because of WITCHES.

Witches, to me are very scary & creepy...

" Witches??!! This is nonsensical!! " you may thought in your mind.

Well, I do not know, but one thing for sure is that ' The Season Of The Witch' is coming this January into cinemas....

Ghost Stories PART III

GHOST STORIES PART III

Again this ghost story was related to me when I was a young boy in primary school. I liked to hear ghost stories especially late at night and my good mother always hurried me to sleep early. But I was eager to hear late night ghost stories.

Three buddy friends from Senggarang rode their Scramblers to Batu Pahat for a mid-night show. They have not been to town for months. It was a good movie called Thirteen Ghosts in 3-D. The movie-goers were each given a pair of special cheap paper spectacles which they can retain it.

After the show they rode back home. But mid-way home they saw a brightly lit hawker centre. One of the friend suggested, " Hey! There is a new Hawker Centre not far from the main road. It
looks inviting. Shall we stop by for sup?" The decision was unanimous. They went in. All stalls were teaming with customers for their late night supper or rather very early morning breakfast.
The three buddy friends have fried noodles. After their meals they exclaimed in unison, " It was
delicious. Shall we come tomorrow night? OK."

They rode straight home. As soon as they reached their respective homes they vomited. Out came earthworms, grasshoppers, crickets,termites, ants, centipedes and earth. What an awful
sight! The non-stop vomiting and diarrhea made them dehydrated and weak. An ambulance arrived to send them to Batu Pahat General Hospital. Anti-biotic jab was given to each of them.
When they recovered and able to talk coherently the attending doctor inquired on the cause or the food they have eaten. They related the incident to the doctor who replied that there was no
such hawker centre there as the doctor passed by that stretch of road everyday. That area was a cementry.

Ghost Stories Part 2

This is another story that I heard when I was a young boy. Most ghost stories begin after mid-night. This is no exception.Eeeeeeeh........

One cold eerie night with the chilly wind blowing and the incessant howling of dogs was heard distinctly. (My hair stood on ends when I a small boy then, heard the beginning of the story with added special effects and dramatic actions provided by the many uncles and aunts).

The grandfather clock struck one, 'tong.' It was one o'clock in the morning. A taxi driver on the way home drove past a cemetery. A young beautiful lady completely in black with a baby in her arms, waved for the taxi to stop. The taxi driver asked for the destination and the fare was quoted and agreed upon. She entered the taxi with the baby in her arms. After travelling for about 4 miles, she asked to stop as she wanted to powder her nose. She passed her baby to the taxi driver to take charge as she ran towards the winding narrow path to do her business.


The cab driver waited and waited and the baby seemed to get heavier and heavier. It has been more than half an hour with no sign of the young lady. He called up but no reply. The tiny baby
felt stone-cold and heavy. He looked down at the still baby. To his horror the baby in his arms had into a tomb stone. Instinctively, he wanted to throw it down. But he wouldn't believe his eyes. He checked and checked to make sure the baby is still there. No, his eyes did not play tricks on him. He was not seeing things. It was real. The baby had turned into a tomb stone......

Ghost Stories

When I was a young boy I liked to hear ghost stories. It was really scary tales for kids of 8 years of age. Let us start with one:-

It was after the mid-night show. The air was cold and chilly and dogs were howling. Ah Leong headed straight home on his 250 cc Suzuki. He lived 12 km from town and had to pass by a Chinese cemetery. Along the way, a young gorgeous lady in white waved to hitch a ride. Ah Leong, a bachelor stopped and pick her and carried on the journey. About 2 km farther, the lady in white tapped on his shoulder telling him that she felt cold. Ah Leong passed his expensive jacket to protect her from the cold. Another kilometre down the road she signalled him to stop. She then alighted from the bike and ran down the narrow winding path and disappeared into the darkness.

Early next morning, Ah Leong went to look for the lady in white. After much enquiry, he managed to locate a small hut. He knocked and the door was opened. He was greeted by a
hunchback old gentle lady. He asked for the beautiful lady in white. The old woman answered
that she lived alone. He refused to believe. But then a portrait of the young lady in the same white dress hung from the front wall caught his eyes. He pointed at the portrait. The old but gentle lady explained that the young lady in the portrait was her favourite granddaughter who
passed away last year and yesterday was her first death anniversary. As she related the story of how her granddaughter died tears filled her eyes. Ah Leong still did not believe her story.

The old woman brought him to her granddaughter's tomb. On the tomb stone hung Ah Leong's expensive jacket....