Story 3 - Get Out! - Location: Genting

My friends and I wanted a quick getaway so we decided to drive up to Genting for a 3D2N stay. I booked the hotel on Agoda and found two rooms for 300RM, for three days and two nights. It was a steal! They had 7.3 stars so okay lah, it can’t be that bad. The two girls - me and another friend, let’s call her Fergie - would share one room, and the guy - Let’s call him William - would take the other room.
 
It was relatively easy to navigate our way to the hotel. William was a seasoned driver, Fergie and I took turns to ride shotgun as navigators. We left Singapore at 5am to beat the causeway jam, had breakfast along one of the pit stops and by the time we arrived at the hotel, it was about lunch time. We made good time, and so far, everything was going as planned.
 
There was a bit of confusion during the check in as we realized that I had booked the service apartment and NOT the hotel. So we had to move our luggages back in the car and drive to the other building. The apartment block was facing a famous building with a terrible reputation for haunting; even though the tenants vehemently deny it.
 
I soon found the reason why the rooms I booked were so cheap. It was because it was a single apartment homestay unit with two bedrooms! The place looked decent and as long as the toilets were clean and functioning, I was okay with it.
 
After putting down our stuff, we went out for the day and by the time we came back, it was almost midnight. Even though we followed the GPS, this time we could not find the way back to the hotel. We drove around in circles, making U Turns passing by the Shell Gas station multiple times, but for some reason we just couldn't find the road to take that led up to our hotel.
 
We pulled over by the side of the road and just waited. All of us were tired and a bit annoyed. Fergie thought I was a lousy navigator, which pissed me off, and when she couldn’t find the place, I had a good time gloating at her, which pissed her off. William was taking our instructions and driving in circles, so he was pissed off too. Tension was high. Somewhere at this point, a strong, foul stench entered our car. My first thought was that someone farted, and I said it out loud - “Eh Fergie, you farted ah”. William straight away shot me a look and said, “eh don’t say already.” Fergie didn’t respond. She looked straight ahead and didn’t flinch.

We waited a while longer and the smell intensified. I asked William to check the ventilation function and to close it if it’s open. We probably stopped by a place with a pile of manure nearby, I thought. William snapped this time, “eh can shut up already or not?”
 
Like I said, tension was high. So I just kept quiet and looked out the window. From out of nowhere a black dog leaped up to my window right in my face and started growling! I screamed!
 
William and Fergie turned to look at me. “What the fuck?” “Dogs!” I yelled back.
“Where?”
I turned to look at the window again but nothing there. “I was sure as hell that a dog pounced up just now.”
“Ok everyone just be calm,” Fergie said and played a Buddhist mantra from her phone.
After a while, we saw a beam of light behind us, a car drove past us and turned into a lane that we hadn’t noticed before.
We were all surprised. Driving by so many rounds none of us saw that road but now that the car has gone up, the road became obvious again.
William followed the car and drove up the hill in silence. We eventually found the hotel, parked the car, and went up to the room. Amongst the three of us, Fergie is a sensitive. Meaning she can sense entities around. Once we were safely back in our rooms, she told me that there were lots of ghosts crowding around the car where we had stopped, and that was why there was the smell.
 
When you smell such things at night, you never ever acknowledge them. Cos once the ghosts know you can sense them, they will follow you.
 
William turned out to be more chicken shit than me and asked if we could all sleep in the same room. Fergie wasn’t comfortable with squeezing so she offered to let William share the room with me while she slept alone in William’s room.
 
We didn’t sleep right away. William and I, still feeling the adrenaline rush from the strange incident stayed up to chat and laugh about what we had encountered. At 3am exactly - I know that as William had an old Casio watch that beeped every hour - there were scratching sounds on our room door and the sound of a dog whimpering.
 
Mind you, it was just right outside our bedroom door. It was not outside the window, it was not anywhere. It was right at our door.

Fuck lah, how was this possible. Oh my god, I was really about to die on the spot, I didnt know what to do. I was about to get up to open the door to check but William held me back.
 
“Don’t bloody open the door! It’s not a dog!”
 
We stayed in our beds. Letting the scratching and whimpering go on. Then the whimpering turned to loud angry barks and the scratches got more furious. From above us, it sounded like furniture was being dragged across the floor in the unit above us.
 
We recorded a video of us, the door, and the noise, and posted it on the group chat that Fergie, William and I shared. Fergie didn’t see the message so we guessed that she must be sleeping through the noise. William and I looked at each other and said let’s go to sleep. We left the room light on and did our best to ignore the noise. Somewhere along the way, I fell asleep.
 
William didn’t sleep a wink. Fergie woke shortly before me. We went to check the door, but the door had zero scratches. Fergie didn’t hear any noise either, and the strange thing was that even the video we had taken and posted on the group chat had no barking sound or scratching noises. Just the humming of the aircon and our voices saying, “can you hear that? Can you hear that?”
 
Fergie’s experience was a little different. There was a woman crying-laughing in her attached toilet. She scolded the spirit, put on her earphones and went to sleep. Midway through the night, the room got really cold. Fergie reached for the aircon remote control by her bedside but couldn’t find it. She got up to search for it and eventually found it in the toilet wash basin.
 
I tried to contact the owner of the apartment but since I didn't have the direct number, I could only leave an email and wait for a reply. Now that it was in the morning again, we were quite brave, and the previous night’s event didn’t seem as scary.
 
So, same thing, we went out to shop, play, and makan, and all the horror was forgotten… until we drove back. Again, it was close to midnight, but this time all three of us were looking out for the “hidden” road that we had missed yesterday. This time thankfully, we did find it.
 
But something else happened.
 
Our apartment block had a convenience store downstairs; KK Mart. Along the drive up, there’s a signage that says - KK Mart in 500m.
We drove past it 4 times. Then I had to say out loud, “eh are we driving in circles again?” Both Fergie and William lamented at the same time: “Wah Lao eh! Diam lah!”

Then William continued, “I know I can be stupid, but this is very obvious. I know there’s something wrong already.”
“Nothing we can do now, just keep going, don’t stop. They want us to stop,” Fergie said. “Huh? Who want us to stop?”
“Diam lah! Aiyoh, stop asking already,” Fergie yelled at me.
This time Fergie didn’t just play the Buddhist mantra, she called her husband who was residing in Singapore and gave him instructions and some steps he should take with the altar at home.
What Fergie was doing was invoking her god’s help directly. I heard something about a whip, lighting of incense, and burning of specific talismans.
The road seemed never ending, just straight and endless.
But this time it was different. One of the hotels in the vicinity loomed into view - greasy, sinister, with an eerie glow. We continued driving round the bend towards our building.
We parked the car and headed up to the sixth floor. Our unit is 606. When the lift door opened, I had shocked of my life. The lights in the corridor had gone out. It was almost pitch black, except for some light coming out from under the doors of the units that were occupied.

​Fergie took charge and walked ahead using her handphone torch. Fergie’s demeanour was aggressive. William was trying his best to maintain composure. I was biting onto my jacket so I don’t end up saying stupid things.

When we got to the room, the door couldn’t open, and I don’t mean that the security card couldn’t work. I sell digital locks for a living so I know very well how they work. When we tapped our card, the green light came on, and the sound of the bolt drawing back, but the door couldn’t be opened. Fergie tried, William tried, I tried. The handle could turn, but the door could not open.
 
Fergie let loose a string of expletives. She called her husband again and gave him some more instructions. This time to call upon a different deity. After she put down the phone, she started yelling at the door in Hokkien. “Don’t make me angry. I don’t want to banish you, so don’t force me.”
 
The door opened by itself by half a foot.
She pushed the door open and proceeded to pack her bags. “Quick, we don’t have much time. She would be back soon.” Seeing her in such a frenzied state, we didn’t question anything. We just followed.
A metal fixture fell close to Fergie, narrowly missing her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Fergie muttered. “She’s coming back.”
We all dashed out of the place, down the dark corridor, no handphone lights this time cos our hands were all full, and straight to the elevator. Behind us, we could hear sounds of cupboard doors banging coming from the unit. When the lift arrived, we all bundled in and got the hell out of the apartment. We drove over to another hotel and stayed the night.

The next hotel also one kind lah. But I don’t know if the hotel room was haunted or something followed us, but it was nothing as sinister and obvious as the first apartment. Just noises and shadows. After what we had just gone through, these new spirits got a scolding from all of us. After that, whole night was peaceful.