Simply Hasanah

Simply Hasanah: Kisah seram... Ghost stories!

I’ve shared this last time but I shall share it again hehe.. Enjoy reading! :)

simplyhasanah:

Salam all. How are you today? Hope all is well, inshaAllah :) 

Anyway, I just want to share with you stories that I have experienced last 4 years when I was doing my degree in one of the universities here :) It happened in May. This is what I wrote in my old blog:

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THE DOOR

Salam~ Wow…have I got stories to tell you! Today, I went to uni though a bit late than usual. Before Japanese class, I decided to go to the library, then did my homework and did some review. At about 15 minutes to 12pm, I went to the toilet (second floor). While I was ‘answering the nature’s call’, I thought to myself.

“It’s really quiet in here. Strange. Very strange.”

The feeling was as if I was in a ‘vacuum’ where there was no air or even sound. If I were to be in a different toilet, I could actually hear noises from outside. This time, I heard none. Suddenly I had this wild thought. Well…not a thought actually. I felt somebody was watching me. As soon as I finished my ‘qadha hajat’, I stood up.

Suddenly the door in front of me was shaking and making noises as if there was somebody outside pushing it. But there was no one when I entered the toilet. I opened the door frantically and was shocked to find no one outside.

I repeat, NO ONE.

It really shivered up my spine! Dumbfounded. I grabbed my bag and files and rushed to the door. I recited Ayatul Qursi while running using the stairs (didn’t dare to use the elevator). I recited it all over again until I reached at Sensei’s room. It took me about 5 minutes or so to stay calm. After that, I quickly texted my sis and Intan about it.

What an encounter! Ya Allah… I didn’t expect that to happen. One thing I know is that, it must be a ‘sign’ to make us aware of such existence. Perhaps Allah wants to show us to not to be so proud of oneself = Ujub. I feel that this is a blessing in disguise.

It makes me think. What have I been doing for all my life? What did I do today? Yesterday? The day before yesterday? Were my sins more than my deeds? Am I ready to face death??? These questions struck me most. 

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THE LIBRARY 

Warning: It’s mostly in Bruneian language :)

Update: Lucky for you, I translated it in English :P

Salam~ Konnichiwa! :D How are my friends doing? Hopefully it’s not too stressful for your WAP (work attachment programme). I bet all of you have made a lot of friends already :D I can’t wait for your updates! :D Well, I’ll start mine first though I’m not involved in WAP. Hehe.. Once again, I’ve something interesting to share here. Let me start from this very morning.

Breakfast @ Home:

I was eating breakfast with my sis, M and my mum. While M and I chatted about uni, my mum suddenly remembered something. She said she told my ‘Door’ story to her colleagues. And one of her colleagues, Aunt Z gave her this useful tips.

Aunt Z said, whenever you want to use any public toilets, make an ‘ahem’ or ‘ehem’ sound just before you enter the toilet. And of course, don’t forget to read Doa Sebelum Masuk Tandas (Du’a before entering the toilet). This is to ‘inform’ the other ‘being’ inside that someone will be entering their area. Perhaps such ‘ahem’ sound functions as ‘HELLO’ to them.

I kept quiet at first. Suddenly I remembered my friend, Intan’s story. Whenever she uses that toilet, one of the doors is always locked. And from what I remember, when I went there, all of the doors were opened. Weird huh. So I asked M about it.

Me: “Masa kaka pakai jamban tingkat dua atu, ada pintu bekunci kah?”

When you were using the toilet at second floor, was it locked? 

M: “Awu.” 

Yes.

Me: “Ohh! Pintu yang mana?”

Ohh! Which door?

M: “Kalau (my nickname) masuk kan, dari kiri ke kanan, ada 1, 2, 3.” 

If you enter the toilet, you’ll see from left to right, there are door 1, 2, 3..

Me: “Ah.. (my nickname) pakai no.3 (paling kanan).” 

Ahh.. I used no. 3 on the right.

M: “Yatah tu yang selalu bekunci.”

That’s the one that is always locked.

And I was speechless. Goosebumps were all over me. I couldn’t believe that I went there. I went to THAT door. SAH! Memang cubicle atu ‘berisi’. It’s true then! There’s something in that cubicle. My mum was surprised to know that too. She wanted me to tell the librarian about it later. And I said yes.

Now, I’ve a mission to do.

@ the Library:

I went there early, almost 10 minutes before 8am. Had to wait for a while for the security guard to open the library entrance. The clock ticked and I waited patiently. I couldn’t help but feeling a bit nervous. Thank god there were three other people waiting with me.

It was 8am already. 

Bismillah, I said as I entered the library. As usual, they recited Doa Sebelum Belajar/Memulakan Pekerjaan. Du’a before beginning to do work. I sat at the waiting area while they recited. After that finished, I looked for one of the aunties that I could rely on. I saw this familiar face, a woman who looked in her early 40s. I’ve been using her library books service ever since my first year. And so, I approached her with my smiling face.

Me: “Assalammualaikum.” 

Aunty L: “Wa’alaikumsalam.”

Me: “Atu..ada kan di bagitau..”

Uhh.. I have something to share…

She looked at me with that concerned look on her face. Maybe my face looked worried.

Aunty L: “Napa lai?”

What is it dear?

Me: “Hari Sabtu lapas, aku ada ke jamban tingkat 2. Lapas ku abis qadha hajat, aku pun bediri.”

Last Saturday, I went to the toilet at second floor. After I was done, I stood up. 

Aunty L kept nodding, still showing her concern, wanting me to continue.

Aunty L: “Skali lai?”

And then, dear?

Me: “Skali pintu di dapan ku atu begagar. Macam kana tolak dari luar. Padahal mana ada orang sebelum ku masuk atu. Bila ku buka pintu atu pun nada orang jua..”

And then, the door in front of me was shaking. It was as if it was being pushed from outside. Actually there was no one before I entered the toilet. When I opened the door, there was no one…

Aunty L: “Eh, kambang bulu ku lai eh.” 

Eh, I’m having goosebumps..

Aunty L mengurut dada (Aunty L was trying to calm herself). Suddenly she called her friends to hear my stories. So aku pun di kerumuni oleh makcik makcik library. (So I was being surrounded by all those library aunties hehe).

Aunty L: “Nda pulang heran tu lai. Sebenarnya banyak yang berkeliaran di sini ani. Ganya nda kami hebohkan, takut students nda berani ke mari.”

It is not that strange actually, dear. In fact, there are so many of ‘them’ wandering around in here. Just that we don’t publicize it, fearing that students would be afraid to come here.

Me: “Ohh…”

Then, the other librarians were questioning me. So I told them exactly what I have experienced. After that, each of them went to their own place, leaving only me and Aunty L.

Me: “Oh awu, sebelum ku qadha hajat atu, nada ku tedangar bunyi dari luar. Biasanya kalau tani dalam bilik, ada kedangaran jua bunyi-bunyi burung kah, kereta kah, etc. Tapi ani langsung ku nda tedangar, perasan ku macam dalam vacuum, nada bunyi, nada udara. Lain lagi sunyi nya tu. Lain banar-banar.”

Oh yes, before I was answering the nature’s call, I didn’t even hear any noise from outside. Normally if we’re in a room, we could hear noises from birds or cars, etc. But that time, I couldn’t hear anything at all. I felt like I was in a vacuum, no sound, no air. The kind of silence was strange too.. So so strange..

Aunty L: “Awu..banar pulang jamban atu berisi. Tapi bukan di sana saja. Di sini..”

Yes..it seems true that there is something in that toilet. But it’s not only there.. Here.. 

Suddenly we were interrupted by the telephone.

Aunty L: “Eh kacau eh telipon ani. Hjh Ros. Hjh Ros! Ni nah untuk kita!”

Eh this phone is interrupting. Hajah Ros, Hajah Ros! Here, it’s for you!

I laughed a bit. Ada lagi iklan tu (There’s even an ad now) Lol. Ok let’s continue.

Aunty L: “Di sini (dapan receptionist) ani pun pernah ada international student ternampak Baby/Anak Damit berlari ke arahnya. Tungkal ia tarus.”

Here…in front of the receptionist. An international student had seen a baby running towards him. He was freaked out.

Me: “Yawah?” (I was imagining it! Scary!)

Really?

Aunty L: “Ada lagi student ani bertanya arah ku. ‘Aunty, di sini ada tingkat empat kah?’ Iatah ku bagitau ia mana ada. Paling tinggi sampai tingkat tiga saja. Student atu membagi tau arah lift atu kana buat tingkat empat. Sudah lift atu buka, ia nampak macam ada lorong panjang. Gelap lagi tu. Hitam semua ani. Tarus student atu turun.”

There was one student asking me, “Aunty, is there a fourth floor here?” I told her there’s no fourth floor here. The highest floor is third floor only. That student told me that when she used the elevator, it showed her fourth floor. When the elevator’s door was opened, she saw a very long and narrow path. It was dark. Everything was pitched black. The student immediately went downstairs.

Me: “Ohhh…” (I was speechless).

Aunty L: “Di hujung-hujung tingkat ani banyak yang ada. Pernah lagi seorang student ternampak bini-bini pakai tudung hijau. Duduk ia masa tu. Tunduk lagi mukanya.”

At the end of each floor, there are also many of ‘them’. A student once saw a girl wearing green hijab. She was sitting that time.. She was looking downwards..

Me: “Ohhh…” (And again, I was imagining it).

Aunty L: “Iatah ada jua yang complain arah discussion room arah tingkat satu. Students tedangar bunyi orang bejalan. Ada lagi bunyi menangis.”

That’s when we received a lot of complaints at that discussion room at first floor. Many students heard someone walking. They also heard someone crying.. 

Me: “Awu..ada jua ku tedangar cerita atu.” 

Yes.. I’ve heard of that too..

Aunty L: “Iatah masa ani makin tia menjadi sebab sunyi. Masa ani lagi cuti kan… Kalau kamu kan belajar, hampir-hampir saja. Arah siring newspaper section saja kah. Jangan jauh-jauh ahh.”

You know, it’s getting more serious now that it’s quiet. We’re having semester break right.. If you want to study, try to be near us. Try sitting at the newspaper section.. Don’t stay too far okay.

Me: “Awu.. yatah kan ke sana ni. Bah terima kasih aunty ah.”

Yes…I am going there soon. Okay, thank you Aunty.

Aunty L: “Sama-sama. Bisai bisai lai ah.”

You’re welcome. Be careful, dear.

I gave her an awkward smile. Honestly I was scared after hearing those stories.

I was walking. And it was decision time. Elevator? Or Stairs?

Stairs definitely!

When I looked at the stairs. It was dark. *gulp* Must get rid of this wild thoughts. Must get rid..

Alhamdulillah I landed safely on the first floor.

And now.. to find a place to study. I chose the middle part of the first floor where I can see people and people can see me :) I sat at the place I picked. Put my things on the table. Took out my books. Suddenly there were flashbacks on my mind. The door. The shakings. Aunt L’s stories.

The baby!

The elevator

The green scarf woman

Astaghfirullah…what was I thinking!

A few minutes later, a group of guys came and they sat next to my table. I was thankful for that. Even though I was alone, but I had company of three guys. Maybe they are from ASEAN delegates. Oh I don’t know. But Alhamdulillah after that I could finally concentrate studying.

At about 10 minutes to 10am, I went to Sensei’s room and saw Jahrani already sitting there. Currently she’s taking Japanese classes with me. And so, I told her about my experience and what Aunty L has told me. Jahrani smiled. And she told me another story she heard from her guy friend.

Let’s call her friend Danny. Danny was planning to study at the library till night time. Just before Maghrib, Danny was approached by this lady. She looked like one of the typical students.

Lady: “Nda balik kah?”

Not going home?

Danny: “Nda, ni kan sambung blajar dulu.”

No, I’ve to continue studying first..

After that both of them chatted and chatted. It was okay at first but when Danny looked down, he was surprised to see the lady had no feet!!

He was of course, speechless for a moment.

He then told the lady that he needed to go home.

*Shivers*

The End.

Wow… Some stories eh? Well…let’s just be aware of the things around us. Be it alive or not. Respect them as Allah’s creations. Once again, this is really a reminder for us all.