listen to a ghost story.

March 21, 2007 12:09am CST
I'a a Malay man. In Malaysia there is alot of ghost story such as Pontianak (Dracula) and many more. Can anyone share with me a ghost story in they're place!
2 responses
• Philippines
23 Mar 07
When I was three, I woke up in the middle of the night. We sleep on the floormat and the walls of the house had big slits on it (old wood) that one can see the outside. When I opened my eyes I saw this crature outside standing, he looked like a small child but ugly... pointed ears, big bald greenish head, big eyes the eyeballs are almost protruding, the red veins around the eyes are visible... His belly is large, his teeth are sharp and long at the two sides -like dracula's, and his fingernails are long and pointed. He looked dirty and slimy. He was staring at me, smiling and he gave out a small shrill hiii hiii hiii... At that time my sister was asleep beside me, so I woke her up just in time and she saw what I had seen. We both stood up and ran to our mother's room, she tried to quiet us and made us go back to sleep. 30 years from that time, my sister and I both remembers what we had clearly seen, so that means neither of us were imagining nor dreaming at that time. We're from the Philippines.
@samrat16 (2442)
• India
21 Mar 07
This story is very long but I'm giving you a short summary of this story and it's very scary.. One cold winter night, early in the New Year, a certain Dutchman left the tavern in Tarrytown and started walking to his home in the hollow nearby. His path led next to the old Sleepy Hollow cemetery where a headless Hessian soldier was buried. At midnight, the Dutchman came within site of the graveyard. The weather had warmed up during the week, and the snow was almost gone from the road. It was a dark night with no moon, and the only light came from his lantern. The Dutchman was nervous about passing the graveyard, remembering the rumors of a galloping ghost that he had heard at the tavern. He stumbled along, humming to himself to keep up his courage. Suddenly, his eye was caught by a light rising from the ground in the cemetery. He stopped, his heart pounding in fear. Before his startled eyes, a white mist burst forth from an unmarked grave and formed into a large horse carrying a headless rider. The Dutchman let out a terrible scream as the horse leapt toward him at a full gallop. He took to his heels, running as fast as he could, making for the bridge since he knew that ghosts and evil spirits did not care to cross running water. He stumbled suddenly and fell, rolling off the road into a melting patch of snow. The headless rider thundered past him, and the man got a second look at the headless ghost. It was wearing a Hessian commander's uniform. The Dutchman waited a good hour after the ghost disappeared before crawling out of the bushes and making his way home. After fortifying himself with schnapps, the Dutchman told his wife about the ghost. By noon of the next day, the story was all over Tarrytown. The good Dutch folk were divided in their opinions. Some thought that the ghost must be roaming the roads at night in search of its head. Others claimed that the Hessian soldier rose from the grave to lead the Hessian soldiers in a charge up nearby Chatterton Hill, not knowing that the hill had already been taken by the British. Whatever the reason, the Headless Horseman continues to roam the roads near Tarrytown on dark nights from that day to this. IF YOU WANT TO READ WHOLE STORY VIST THIS LINK