Genting's Spiritual Events

Just now my brother's friend came to my house and asked him to go out for a drink. To my brother's suprise, since his friends are suppose to be in Genting, he asked them why they cut short their trip. Appearantly, they had some spiritual experience to share with us.

My brother's friends alway visit Genting, like twice of thrice a year. It is a well-known tradition among the chinese (I don't know whether you practice it or not, if you don't, I suggest you do), to knocked on the door and give some greetings before you enter the room for the first time, as in the inform the spirits you are staying in there. But my brother's friends forget to do so.

So here is exactly what happened. They slotted in the card, open the door, saw a teapot and glasses flying in the air, and as thou being thrown, flew right to their face! Luckily they managed to close the door fast enough before the glasses break their head.

They ran down the hotel, calm themselves down, and decided to check out. They even got to pay for the room and compensate for the damaged glasses and teapots. Weng Fei asked me why didn't they report the incident, but what are you going to tell the management? I didn't break the glasses, the ghost did it. You think they will buy that story? That was in First World Hotel.

Here, I would like to share my little encounter with what I suppose to be an engagement with the supernatural forces at Ria Apartment, Genting. Few years back, my family and my extended family members, about 15-20 people in total rented two units at Ria Apartment. So I and my brother are suppose to sleep at the living room.

My brother was sick at that time, so he overdose himself after taking some cough medicine. I was technically alone, since my brother was sleeping like a pig.

Then, I fall asleep for a moment and woke up around 3am trying to pee. That was when I heard a women crying. The sounds seems to be coming from the unit across our apartment, but holy f*ck, who the hell will cry at 3am in the f*cking morning except "those" things, right? I took my pillow cover my face and shiver through the whole morning. lolz.

What about you? Any ghost story to tell? I don't care whether it's from Genting or not, as long as its creepy. ;-)