- THE HOUSE BESIDE THE SWAMP
- This story happened a long time ago when I first started my job. I
had graduated from college and was sent to a remote village in my country.
It was so remote, you could still see wild boars, monkeys, bats and little
poisonous frogs from the jungles and swamps there.
- There was no accommodation except for an old house near a swamp. It
was an old abandoned house, built during the British Occupation. I thought
I was alone but I was greeted by another four young ladies like myself
who had come earlier. We introduced ourselves and I got to know their names
as Rose, Miriam, Nora and Sammie. As I stepped into the house, little did
I know that my life would never be the same again.
- There were four rooms in the house so I had to share a room with Miriam.
On our first night in the house, we had dinner together and then went to
our rooms. At around 12.30 am that night, I was awakened by noises from
the kitchen. The noises sounded like people cooking, cutting, chopping
and pounding. I woke Miriam up and we went to check the noise but there
was nobody in the kitchen. So we went to our room and locked ourselves
in. The next day, to our horror, all of us awoke to find that we had slept
in the front yard, amongst the tall dewy weeds.
- "Did we sleepwalk last night? All of us?", we asked ourselves.
- When we checked the front door, it was still locked from inside. We
had to call a locksmith to pry the door open. Somebody or something had
moved us outside last night.
- "Someone doesn't want us to stay in this house!", squealed
- Well, we stayed on because we had no other choice. We had to endure
all that happened next, in that house. Every night, exactly at 8.00 pm,
we will hear noises outside. It sounded like horses galloping round and
round the house. When I tried to record the noise with my tape recorder,
it stopped abruptly and when I quickly opened the windows, there was nothing.
We asked the villagers about it and they told us that the sounds were made
by the creature called "Jembalang" (pronounced Jem-bar-lung),
a man with legs of a goat from the waist downwards. Whatever 'it' was,
'it' never failed to make 'its' nightly rounds. 'It' had never harmed any
of us, though.
- The house had no proper irrigation drains so all the waste water goes
into the swamp behind the house. On one night, after a long exhausting
day, I fell asleep on the mat. I was awakened when I heard somebody calling
my name continuously.
, the little voice called.
- I quickly got up to see who was calling me .Then suddenly the voice
changed into high-pitched shrieks.
- Eeeeeeeeiiiiiiheeheeheehee", it shrieked insanely.
- It came from the swamp. This went on for ten minutes and all of us
huddled on to each other in fear. The voice sounded unearthly, I cannot
compare it with anything I have heard before.
- "It is just a bird." Rose tried to console us.
- "What kind of bird sounds like an insane woman ?", asked
- It seemed that one of us had her menstrual period, so while bathing,
the blood flowed to the swamp which we assumed had caused the commotion
there. The villagers called the creature ,"Langsuir" (pronounced
Lung-sue-ir). It is a cross between a vampire and a banshee. This incident
happened only once because the next time, we tried to be careful. However,
'it' often called us by name, now and again, in 'its' little childlike
voice. One night, while I was watching T.V, suddenly I remembered that
I hadn't locked the front door. I went to lock it and as I was turning
the key, 'it' called my name.
- "Zuraaaaaaaaaaa..", ' it' cackled just outside the door.
- I ran to my room and asked Miriam if she had called my name but she
said she had not.
- Our nights were disturbed by sounds of people cooking, chopping, cutting,
pounding and slaughtering (animals ?). Sometimes the noise came from outside
the house and sometimes from the kitchen but when we went to check it,
there was only darkness. Every day we went to work feeling tired and grumpy.
During the night, sometimes we accidentally awoke to see a lady standing
at the end of our beds, watching us. One moment she was there and the next,
she was gone. Once, I had pretended to be asleep, she came to my side and
stroked my hand. Then she flipped it. Flip! Flip! Flip! I shut my eyes
tightly and tried to stifle my screams. One night, she went overboard when
she went to Miriam, who was sleeping and encircled her cold, clammy fingers
around Miriam's neck and squeezed. Miriam screamed and fought back. Then
the lady vanished. From that night onwards, Miriam and I shared the same
- Then something happened to Sammie. Sammie, who had big beautiful eyes
and long curly hair which came down to her waist. She was beautiful and
talkative but she was also faint-hearted. She was not strong inside, so
she became the target of the entities in the house. One night, we heard
Sammie screaming so we ran to her room. She had a bout of hysteria and
was thrashing herself on the floor. All of us, tried to calm her down and
Nora gave her our version of holy water but she flung it away. Her big
eyes stared widely at us as though she wanted to devour us. We recited
some holy verses and she fell asleep. When she woke up, she did not remember
what had happened that night. All she remembered was that she saw three
ladies, floating near the wire-mesh on top of her door. They were trying
to get into her room.
- "They wanted me to be their sister." , cried Sammie.
- She said she tried to ward them off and then darkness overwhelmed her.
This incident was just the beginning of the end for poor Sammie. One night,
we were having dinner of some curried vegetables and rice. Sammie was eating
hers when all of a sudden, the curry turned into maggots, her plate, her
spoon and her mouth were filled with live squirming maggots. Sammie screamed
and big red blotches surfaced on her face, hands, legs and body. We rushed
her to a hospital in a town,which was a long way off.
- "We must get out of this house!", shouted Nora.
- We told our predicament to the manager of our workplace and he said
that they had planned to build proper living quarters for us. They will
start building it as soon as possible. Meanwhile, we were on the edge of
our sanity, trying to cope with the incidents that happened in that house.
If only the new house could be built earlier and if only we had gotten
out of that hell house, this tragedy would not have happened. We will regret
this for the rest of our lives.
- After a few weeks, Sammie recovered and came back here. One evening,
all of us were walking back from our place of work. Sammie was her usual
self and was chattering happily. Suddenly, she became silent, her face
changed and her eyes searched fearfully around her.
- "What is this place? Where am I? This is not the way home! What
is this place? Girls, where are you? You're scaring me." , Sammie
- We were shocked because this was, the way back home and we were walking
beside her. We held her and she screamed hysterically. She struggled as
we brought her back, yes, to the house which was indeed a terrible mistake.
All the way, she screamed and struggled. We did not know what to do except
to recite holy verses until she fell asleep. We laid her on her bed and
sat around her, all the while, reciting holy verses. Suddenly the lights
went off, there was a power failure. Rose quickly groped for candles and
matches in a drawer. She lighted a few candles and put them around Sammie's
bed. We continued reciting holy verses while Sammie slept. In the candle
light, we could hear sounds coming towards us. They were snarling, hissing,
crawling and growling around us. They sounded like angry terrifying beasts,
coming closer and closer. We looked at each other in fear.
- "Just keep on reciting the holy verses. Don't be frightened."
, Miriam reassured us.
- Without warning, all the lit candles went out. Poof! We screamed and
held each other. Rose quickly lighted the candles again.
- "She's gone! Sammie's gone. Where is she? Sammie! SAMMIE! ",
- Yes, in a split second, Sammie was not on her bed anymore. We cried
as we searched for Sammie around the house. We told the villagers and they
conducted a search party but Sammi was nowhere to be seen.
- "We must do something. Oh, Sammie, where are you ?" cried
- The next day, all of us decided to consult a 'Pawang' (pronounced Par-wung)
a witch-doctor who lived quite a long way off in the jungle. We told him
what had happened to us. He shook his head and told us that we were too
late to help our friend. We cried helplessly. He then gave us some charms
to protect ourselves and told us what to do. That night we did as instructed.
At 12.00 midnight, armed with torch lights and spades, all of us went outside
and planted the charms at the four corners of the yard. It was drizzling.
One, two, three, four charms had been planted and almost immediately, we
could hear a horrible noise from inside the house. We forced ourselves
to go into the house. It was as though, there was a tornado in the house,
howling and flinging our things around the room, there were also howling
and banging in the toilet. This went on for five minutes and then .silence.
A few seconds later, the house moaned, creaked and shook terribly. Miriam
pulled us out just in time before the roof caved in. The entire house had
collapsed .except for Sammie's room.
- That night, we stayed at one of the villager's hut, exhausted and bewildered.
The villagers said that the house had collapsed because it was too old.
We looked at each other silently. Then we stayed at the new living quarters
even though they were not complete yet. There were still no water or electricity
. We continued our lives there until each of us, was transferred to a different
place. I was the last person among us to be transferred out and had to
stay there alone for five years. Five years of my youth had gone with the
wind and each day, I thought of that horrible incident which took Sammie
- The villagers told me that, now and then, they saw candle light from
the collapsed house. from Sammie's room. A few daring teens went to check
it. Through the broken window, in the rays of a lighted candle, they saw
a young lady. She had long beautiful curly hair up to her waist. They could
not see her face. She was sitting in a chair and reading an old book. She
was slowly flipping the pages of the book with her dainty fingers. Then
she turned to face the boys and they ran and screamed in fear. But that
is another story.
- It has been a long time since I left that village but the memories
from that place still haunt my life till this very day.
- Submitted by Baizura
- THE HAUNTING AT GIBRALTAR
- In the Fall of 1990, I was working for a cleaning company in my little
hometown of Port Clinton, Ohio. This company won a bid to clean the facilities
for the Franz Theodore Stone Laboratory on Gibraltar Island located in
the Put-in-Bay harbor. The Theodore Stone Laboratory is the nation's oldest
freshwater biological field station and is the Island Campus of Ohio State
University. Our responsibility was to clean two houses, which were living
quarters, a cafeteria building as well as the old Cook Castle, a large
mansion that overlooks the Put-in-Bay harbor.
- We were given a week to do all the cleaning and were allowed to stay
on the Island, staying in one of the two houses of which we were cleaning.
We divided into groups and began our work. I was fascinated with the old
Cook Castle and began working there. The faculty working in the OSU laboratory
would come to visit us while we cleaned and we would talk about the island
and the castle. One of the faculty members remarked that the the castle
was haunted which of course peaked everyones interest. They explained that
the third floor and the tower in particular was haunted, so we began to
joke around about it and went about our work. I personally did not believe
the "ghost stories" and began cleaning in the high tower. As
I began cleaning, one of the other members called my name and I came down
the tower in answer to the call, but no one had called me. I knew that
they had to be playing with me because we were all kidding round about
the place being haunted. As I continued sweeping the floor I had the strangest
feeling that there was someone watching me, as if standing behind me. Turning
around I saw nothing. This sensation grew and grew and before I knew it
I was sweeping while looking over my back. It was the strangest feeling.
I felt silly knowing that I had just spooked myself about the place being
haunted and was making this all up in my mind. Yet I couldn't stand it
any longer and left the tower to clean somewhere else. I traveled down
to the second floor and began cleaning with my sister who was working with
us. Several hours later I was talking to my sister in the main hallway
and in my peripheral vision I saw a large dark mist float past the doorway
which we were standing next to. After it went out of view I immediately
checked and there was no one in the room. The room was bare. My sister
didn't see anything and I chalked it up to my mind continuing to play tricks
- We finished up that night and had a cookout and party and went to sleep
without a hitch. The next evening we were cleaning one of the houses on
the island. Everyone, including the OSU faculty had left the island except
for a handful of us who wanted to stay the night. I was cleaning one of
the bedrooms and was standing right next to the window when someone knocked
on the window from outside. I just laughed and continued on working and
conversing with the others. About five minutes later it happened again
and I ran out of the room, ran out of the house as fast as I could to catch
the prankster, but no one was there. I went back into the the house and
there were all five of my co-workers. They had not left the house. I told
them what happened and we all took a look outside. It was very dark and
their was no one else on the Island. Once the boat leaves in the evening
no one could come over to the Island and no one could leave. We all got
a little spooked by it, not so much that someone or something knocked on
the window, but by the realization that we could not get off the Island
if we wanted to.
- The next day we were finishing up the cleaning in that same house and
I looked at the window where the knocking had occurred. I was shocked.
I ran out of the house to look at the window from the outside. There was
about a four inch gap between the window and the window screen and the
window screen was painted shut, which meant that the only way anyone could
knock on the window pane was from the inside! I showed this to several
others and they were spooked, because they heard the knocking on the window
as well from the previous night. I went back into the room to investigate
further and the shower was turned on in the bathroom off of that room.
No one else was in the house. I turned off the shower and left in a hurry.
- Later that day my boss, who was also my sister's boyfriend, gave me
instructions to go down in the basement located in the cafeteria to get
something that he had left there. In the basement there were three floor
freezers (like refrigerators laying on the floor) and one large walk-in
freezer. When I arrived in the basement all of the freezer doors were wide
open. I shut all the doors and grabbed the item he wanted and returned
and told him about the freezers. He looked at me in astonishment because
he had just come from the basement and everything had been fine. We walked
back down and I showed him how all the doors were opened and we both said
nothing. We didn't know what to think.
- That night my boss and I were on the Island with a couple of attractive
girls who also worked for the business and we were drinking beer and having
fun. My boss made a bet with me that I could not go into the castle, all
the way up to the high tower and back down again for an extra $50. Being
in the presence of two attractive girls I could not refuse the opportunity
to be courageous and cool, as well as earn an extra $50, so I agreed. All
the doors on the castle were locked and my boss/friend unlocked the rear
door and opened it. Looking down the blackened hallway he handed me a lighter
and said that they will be watching me from the outside through the windows
and I had to approach a window on each floor so they knew that I actually
completed the bet. He patted me on the back and I began the long walk down
the black hallway to enter the main house. As I was about a quarter of
the way down the hallway with my lighter in hand I could hear my boss/friend
behind me say in a deep voice, "I'm going to get you John...."
I just laughed and yelled out "very funny!" and continued down
the hall. I entered the main floor of the castle and it was extremely frightening.
I felt a coldness and an aloneness that I can't explain to this day. The
darkness of the castle was almost unbearable. I had to walk slowly because
at one point the flame went out on the lighter and I almost panicked. My
friends outside were shining a flashlight into the castle which gave me
little comfort at the time.
- I slowly began my ascent up the stairs to the second floor. I remembered
the strange black mist I saw earlier that week on the second floor. I was
not about to look out around me lest I see something, so I looked straight
down at my feet as I walked. I cleared the second floor and ascended the
third. I could hear my friends outside calling my name and flashing their
lights through the windows. As I continued down the hallway on the third
floor I became aware of an almost overwhelming feeling of being watched,
almost like someone or something was walking next to me, staring at me.
- I finally came to the entrance of the high tower, which was right next
to a window. I paused, looking out the window at my friends and they cheered
when they saw me.
- I turned to walk up the stairs to the tower and something stopped me.
I couldn't go any further. The darkness seemed almost too dark. There was
something there in front of me. Something that somehow told me that if
I continued up the stairs I would die. An unworldly fear engulfed me and
I was paralyzed. Right at that moment the little flint roller on the lighter
popped off and the flame went out. In that moment of terror I fell back
against the wall and slid down huddling in the corner right next to the
window. All I could do was look down because I knew something was there
staring at me and if I looked up...well, that would be the end of me. I
went into a state of shock. I heard my friends outside and could tell that
they were shining their lights through the window. I reached up and placed
my hand on the window and they saw my hand and started calling out to me.
Time seemed to stand still. All I remember next was that my boss and an
another co-worker came up into the castle to the third floor calling my
name. I couldn't answer, the fear had gripped me so hard. When they found
me they stood there shocked for a moment and quickly grabbed me lifting
me up. I was able to muster a "get me the f out of here" and
they basically carried me out of the castle, but instead of going out the
back door we went out the front, double doors and out onto the lawn.
- I remember shaking so badly that I had trouble talking or walking.
They picked me up and carried me to one of the houses and wrapped me up
in blankets. After about an hour and some hot tea I was able to talk. They
told me that they thought I was playing a trick on them because shortly
after they saw me in the third floor window the two double front doors
opened up in front of them. I looked at them in amazement. I told them
that I had been on the third floor the whole time and couldn't move. They
looked at each other in astonishment. The only way that the double doors
could have been opened was from the inside and there was a 2x6 beam that
kept the doors from being opened, which was propped up next to the doors,
as if someone had placed it there after opening them.
- I then told my boss that I didn't appreciate what he said to me when
I began my walk into the castle. He looked over at the two girls and back
at me and said, "I never said anything to you after I patted you on
the back. I immediately went back to the girls and began watching you through
the windows." Needless to say everyone was in a state of bewilderment
- When the sun finally rose that morning and the rest of the crew arrived
I left the Island never to return again. I later learned that several other
people had experienced strange things while working there as well, such
as window blinds being rattled, people hearing their names being called,
and a full-sized painting of one of the houses being constantly turned
upside down without explanation.
- Submitted By John Blatt
- THE HAUNTING OF MORTY'S HOUSE
- When I was a boy, I had a friend named Morty
- One weekend, Morty invited me to stay over at
his house. It so happened that same weekend his family was also hosting
a number of out of town relatives who were there for a wedding. They had
quite a party there that Saturday night. When the party finally wound down
it was pretty late. A lot of guests left to go home and the rest of us
were left to find a bed.
- The rooms went fast. Like musical chairs, when
the end came, I was without a bed. I ended up getting the downstairs couch.
- No big deal. At home, I slept by myself all the
time, so I didn't even think about it. I went around turning off lights
and finally switched off the light next to the couch, then lay down and
slowly drifted to sleep.
- Some time later I was awakened. It took me a
couple of seconds to figure out where I was, but even then I didn't know
what woke me up.
- And that was when I first heard it.
- Someone was walking around upstairs. I imagined
that one of the out of town people had gotten up to go to the bathroom.
A little later, I began to wonder why I could hear them so clearly. If
they were walking barefoot I shouldn't have been able to hear them at all.
Was I just imagining things?
- No. There it was again. This time a little closer.
Now I was fully awake. Whoever was walking around was purposeful. And they
weren't bare footed either. This person had to have been wearing heavy
shoes or boots. As I lay there, melding this into the fabric of a rationalization,
footsteps walked the length of the hall above me.
- I kept up my little mental narrative. Sure someone
had gotten up and put on their shoes to go in search of a bathroom. That
- Oops, wait a second, they just passed the upstairs
bathroom! The footsteps kept coming.
- Just as I start to wonder when they'd reach the
end of the hall, realize their mistake and turn around, I hear footsteps
coming down the stairs.
- I'm kind of dense at times. With my mind hopelessly
locked into this fantasy I,d concocted, I began to anticipate the point
at which they would reach the bottom of the steps, turn down the hall and
begin their final rush to the bathroom. I'm so into it, I start thinking
maybe I need to use the bathroom myself!
- I was visualizing all of this so vividly that
it took me a couple of seconds to realize that the footsteps didn't make
the turn at the bottom of the stairs. They just stopped. It kind of threw
me off balance and I lost my focus for a moment. Again, I strained to listen.
Still nothing. Then it hit me. Someone, some THING, is down here! In the
next room. Standing.
- Does it know I'm here? Can it see me? Can it
hear me? I move not a muscle. I make a conscious choice to stop breathing,
so I can hear it better. It doesn't help. The only sound I can hear is
the beating of my heart. I start to panic.
- Then, before any sound can manifest, I sense
a change in awareness. Not mine... ITS.
- I know without a doubt, IT is aware of me. I
can FEEL it turn in my direction.
- I hear it's footsteps begin to walk.
- It comes around the corner and into the living
room where I'm trying with all of my might to be invisible. If I opened
my eyes right now, and there was enough light, I would be able to see whatever
it was. I would just have to look down towards my feet and it would be
in my direct line of sight. Only I won't because I'm too terrified. I notice
now, for the first time, how cold the room has become.
- It comes closer and stops at my feet. I can feel
its eyes on me. The hairs on my neck and my arms respond by standing straight
up. My fight or flight response has short-circuited, deserting me, forgetting
to take me with it.
- Just when I think it can't get any worse, an
icy cold descends upon my feet. Whatever the hell it is, it has just sat
down on me! There's no weight, just this freezer like, cold on my feet.
- Paralyzed with fear, I pray like a madman. Not
for fishhooks or to be a big-league ball player or any of those other prayers
of a 14 year old, but for another kind of miracle entirely. I'm praying
- The next thing I know, the early morning sun
is shining in through a window waking me up.
- Hearing voices in the kitchen, I get up from
the couch and go out to see who it is.
- It's my friend Morty, and his mom, sitting there
at the kitchen table eating breakfast. They ask me how I slept. I tell
them the whole grisly experience with as much drama as I can muster, only
to see them smile. I ask them, "What's so funny?"
- Apparently, they've heard this tale before. They've
been living here for awhile now and are used to the things that go bump
in the night. The story goes that an old man died in one of the upstairs
bedrooms years ago. For some reason, his ghost likes to walk around the
house at all hours. He never upsets anything but he is kind of noisy. Morty
says, "I guess I should have told you."
- I was never comfortable there after that and
recently I've thought it a strange kind of coincidence that there's also
a book titled "The Haunting of Hill House" by Shirley Jackson,
as though the haunting of Morty's house was pre-ordained.
Submitted by Kevin Broeckling
- WOMAN IN THE FOG
- My friend Steve shares a house with his brother in Arlington, MA. His
skeptical view of the world could give Michael Shermer a run for his money,
so when he relayed this tale to me I thought he was pulling my leg. He
- A couple of years ago, in mid-fall, Steve took a walk to the back yard
to straighten up the trash buckets. Behind him a small pond sat placidly
under a cloud of fog. He never liked the pond because of the never ending
feeling that it was watching him.
- He never told this to anyone for fear of ridicule, so he coped by not
looking at the pond at all. No matter what he had to do, even if it was
something pertaining to the pond itself, like removing garbage from the
edges or setting small boats onto the water for his young nephew. But that
day, as the brisk fall air forced one of the garbage cans to topple over
and roll into the pond, Steve realized he had to face his fear. He ran
after the can, but missed it by a few inches as it hit the surface of the
pond water and began to sail away. The fog was unusually thick, but Steve
didn't want to hear his brothers protestations about a garbage can in the
pond, so he followed it in.
- The water was a few inches passed his ankles and he found it hard to
see through the fog so he held his hands out at knee level trying to feel
for the bucket. He did this for a few minutes before giving up. He stood
tall and tried one last time to see through the fog. The feeling of someone,
or something, watching him returned. He told himself this was ridiculous.
It was midday, and despite the fog, the pond was not too big and so the
possibility of someone lurking in it seemed stupid.
- Just as he was reconciling with this fact the fog slowly began to part.
About four feet in front of him a path clear of fog stretched out all the
way to the other end of the pond. He imagined this was what it was like
when Moses parted the red sea.
- He stood in awe just as a figure emerged from the fog and stood in
the path, facing away from him. He said it was a woman, dressed entirely
in white. Her gown flowed into the fog from which she had emerged only
seconds ago. She was looking away from him, toward the other end of the
pond and her hair billowed in an invisible wind. He said her hair was more
of a grayish color. As her hair billowed he saw what he perceived to be
a pointed ear, almost eleven.
- She stood their for sometime, looking away from him before the fog
slowly began to close in like two walls coming together until the woman
was enveloped in the fog once again.
- He said he had no time to register what he had seen before the fog
quickly dissipated; pulling back into the trees until it was gone. He stood
in the water, dumbfounded as the pond loomed beneath him, placid and relatively
- The garbage bucket stood upright at the farther end of the bank as
if someone had pulled it out and sat it down on the grass. He said he turned
and literally ran to the house. He had never run that fast before in his
- He never relayed the tale to his brother, or anyone else for that matter
until the subject of King Arthur, Merlin and the lady in the water came
about a week ago, while he was at work. This is when he told me this story
and now I am telling it to you.
- He swears it is completely true.
- Submitted by Tina Sena