Submitted By : Naz

I went to hotel ABC (not real name) at Geylang (name of a place) with my girlfriend. We wanted to spent some sweet time together. At night around four, i heard noise coming from the toilet. I thought it was my girlfriend but when i turned over, she was beside me. She wasn’t asleep. She was looking at me. She said she’s scared. It sounded like a scratching sound like someone trying to cut through a wooden door or something.

I thought it was some pervert around, trying to sneak up the air con or something. We went to the toilet and opened. When we switch on the light, we heard a loud thump. We looked up and saw that the ceiling was scratched. It doesn’t look like any writing. But there were powder on the floor. Someone was there and it was scratching on the ceilings. We watch HBO trying to distract our mind.

It’s quite a long time that I didn’t post anything as I was away to other state on working trip.

The following photo was sent to me by a reader (he wanted to remain anonymous). It was taken at his house and during the shot there was nothing there. He got a shock when the photo was viewed in his PC.

This photo was submitted to me by an anonymous and I can tell you, it’s really really scaryyy.

Warning : Make sure you are ready and not weak hearted before viewing the following photo.

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Submitted by : Johnathan

There is a girl who lives in 8th floor of an Apartment. Whenever the lift reaches 4th floor, she can always feel something staring at her.

One nite, she had to return home late and was very scared to go up alone and thus ask her mom to wait for her downstair to go up with her. Her mom agreed. When she reaches ground floor and was relieved to see her mom waiting for her. She went inside the lift with her mom, as it reaches 4th floor, she told her mom,” Look, this is the place that i always feel spooky about”. Her mom went out at 4th floor and she quickly shouted “this is 4th floor not 8th floor”.

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“Pontianak” is one of the most famous, scariest and violent ghost in the Malaysian culture. Primarily, the Malays believe that it originates from a still born child, women who dies while giving birth, women who were killed by the pontianak or their spirits captured by them. The phrase “Pontianak” was believed from the acronym of “Perempuan Mati Beranak” in the Malay language, meaning the woman death by childbirth. After such death, precautions are taken to prevent them from rising like

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Submitted by : Lady Azaze

This incident was relate to me by my cousin. She works at the outpatient section in the hospital.

That night as usual, she was getting ready to go home when one of the nurses there ask her if she don’t mind checking some paperwork before she go. So she decided to stay for a while.

The checks didn’t take long, she manages to finish the paperworks before 6:30pm.(The time when the janitor would come to lock the doors of the respective outpatient sections)

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Warning : This will be SCARY. Not for faint hearted. Make sure you are ready for this !!!

Look and concentrate at the door (there’s a blue stuff there) for 20 – 40 seconds and something will appears in your mind.

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Hi there everyone I wanna share with you what I have found from one surce that a “Malay Lady Dracula” (in Malaysia, they called it Pontianak) was seen in one of the Karaoke VCD in Track No.4, Song Tittle was “Adat Berkasih” . I’m sure that some of you may not realize that there is a “lady ghost” in the video. So I capture the screenshot and highlighted it for your reference. So what do you think?

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This photo may not be real but it was quite scary. The ghost in this picture is “Pontianak” (Lady Dracula) which is the most scariest and violent ghost in Malaysia and Indonesia.

Later I will explain what is “Pontianak”.
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This pics was taken just outside our home in Bolton England, when it began to snow my daughter and her dad decided to have their pics taken. It was very chilly that night, or is it because i caught someone/something? it’s looking back at me…..
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