Nightmare on M street

A HAUNTED STREET? A true story by a reliable friend in Malacca

I was brought up believing in God, superstition, mediums and and so forth. Praying to God is important as a means to appease the dark forces.
It was the year 1961. I remember very well I was five years old when my family took a train from Seremban to Malacca. In Malacca my family rented a room from a baba { Chinese/Malay intermarriage offspring] family . In the rented room lived my parent, my eldest sister, myself , younger sister and my brother. Sometimes at night funny noises and scary sounds can be heard but my parents tried to be strong as if nothing happened. I am sure mom and dad just wanted to protect us from fear. Most of the time, my mother would go to the temple to seek blessings, protection and obtain talisman to paste the surroundings. By the way my sibling and I got to swallow lots of burnt talisman paper with drinking water . Suddenly, one fateful night my eldest sister and I were about to sleep then I saw some dark figures. There stood an elderly couple with two little kids at the window and their bodies were covered with hairs and they were staring at me. I remembered very well my sister saw it too and she was hugging me. Many years later when we became adults I related the ghostly incident to my sister and surprisingly, my sister remember it well. I am sure my parents got a difficult time encountering the unfriendly spirits, so we shifted altogether 3 times but still the same street. Long story cut short, there is no encounter what so ever until the 3rd shifting....my goodness, my goose pimples shoot up even today when I try to think about it. Our rented room was situated next to the school and again strange things were happening .Sometimes I can hear strange noises from the school. Then one night I heard the voice of an old lady calling out my neighbour son's name from the school, "Kam Seng..........", Kam Seng". Well, the old lady had already passed away not long ago.
My dad was not spared either. Sometimes out of nowhere he received a blueblack pinch mark in the thigh.Then my brother too was affected. One day my healthy brother suddenly developed a high fever and my dad sent him to hospital and sadly he passed away.We did not know whether he was allergic to pencillin jab or not but he was a healthy boy otherwise .Not long after the demise of my brother, I mysteriously woke up in the middle of the night and wanted to urinate but I could not stand up and everytime I tried I failed as my legs strangely did not have the strength. However I did not have any prior problems with my legs. Finally, I crawled to my mum and woke her up and told her but my mum thought that I was in the state of somnambulance [sleepwalking] and told me to go back to sleep . Next morning, not a joke, my right leg was longer than my left leg by 1 1/2 inches . Even now my hip retains a herbal bandage mark. Eventually, miracles do happen, one fine day my leg became normal by itself. My mum could not believe it and started to question me whether I got a fall or accidentally jerk my leg.
Later we discovered that a spot underneath the room that we had rented once was a big angsana tree whereby the coffee shop owner's daughter hung herself. So looks like it was her restless spirit. After this frightening incident we shifted to quite a distance away and we did not face any more strange encounters with spirits .

Mr. L. C. Wong, a businessman