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PURE EVIL...
by Asnah
I worked as layout artist in a newspaper company. I lived far from home and the company has allowed my stay in their worker's hostel. During my stay there, I heard a lot of the occupants complaining about this 'ghost' that have made their lives miserable. Most occupants work the night shift. Some go to sleep at 2 to 3 in the morning. But the presence of this 'ghost' that they believed was a woman with long black hair disturbed them more because this woman 'ghost' like to teased them while they were sleeping. One of my colleagues who also stayed there had to moved out because he could not stand the disturbance during the night. He told me that this woman 'ghost' scratched him almost every night and sometimes sat beside him just looking at him or even hugging him till he couldn't breathe. A lady friend of mine who is also staying there told me that this ghost doesn't like human females. The ghost could make trouble and 'ask' her 'minions' to attack. She had that experienced once, they 'fought' and the next morning my lady friend left and never returned to stay there anymore. In the fourth year I lived there, most people who stayed there experienced this situation, but I wondered myself why the ghost never disturbed me? I've lived there for almost four years. Some of the others couldn't even stay for just months. During the fifth year, the hostel occupants became fewer and fewer till there was only three of us still staying. There were 15 rooms. The first block consisted of 8 rooms and the second block is 5 rooms. Three are still occupied, while the other ten are empty. The hostel cleaner told me to be careful because I am the only one left staying in the first block. But I just shrugged it off because I don't believe in ghosts. But one night when I was asleep, I heard a woman's voice ordering me to 'wake up'. When I opened my eyes, I saw a woman with long and black curly hair sitting on my TV table. She was beautiful but her eyes showed angry expression. Beside her stood a boy with white hair and an expressionless face. She asked me why am I still here disturbing her 'home'? I awoke and sat on my bed and told her to be polite because she has disturbed my sleep .. and what does she mean that this her 'home'? She stood up and told me 'get out'. I was still sleepy and tired and she's easily told me to get out? I instead asked her to get out of my room. She opened the door and ordered the boy who was loyally standing beside her to call his 'friends' and 'lift' me out of the room as soon as possible. I was mad and shoved her to the door and warned her to watch her manners. That moment she turned red and really, really ugly...god! That scared me a lot! Then I knew this thing was evil. She turned into a fiery thing, eyes bulging red, and her whole body became fire-red. She said I'll be sorry for this and pushed me up to the ceiling of my room and let me fall to the floor... hard. The pain was real; I could feel my bones cracking when she threw me once more to the wall. I stood up and rammed her through the door where she landed flat on her behind real hard this time and her voice changed. You could hear women and men sounds. I have no idea what it said so I went to her and slapped her hard on the face for the last time and gave her my warning to keep her distance from me. She warned me she will return and I told her "Please do come in the morning when people can see you clearly, but please .... knock before you come in!". My heart beat so fast when she walked away and faded outside my room. I fell back to my bed, exhausted and ... I woke up, but in same position I fell after I fought with the ghost. But the difference was my room was clean with no scattered furniture or broken glass during our 'fight' that night. Everything was as normal as it was before. Only my sleep position was different. I face north when I sleep, but when I woke up I was facing south and the pain was still there. My arm was swollen and turned to bluish by morning. I went to see a doctor and he asked my where I had such a hard fall? I couldn't tell him the truth otherwise he would think I'm crazy. I lied to him that I slipped and fell from the stairs. I told this experience to my mother for she is a very religious person. She smiled and told me that I have a strong spirit inside me that I can fight this evil thing without falling sick to it. Most people would fall sick after their first encounter. My mother asked me to move out from the hostel, which I did ... a year later. Click here to read or post comments.
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