A Friendly Dog

I used to live in a kampong called Jalan Mashor near Thomson Road. When I was eight or nine, I usually slept on the floor just beside the bed together with my two brothers. My parents would sleep on the bed…oblivious to the numerous strange experience I encountered througout those nights. You see, for reasons …

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Hantu Bungkus

I am not sure whether this story is true or not. This was told by my friend’s grandmother, Ani. When she was a little girl, she lived in kampong houses. Each time she have to go mengaji(religious class), she’ll have to go pass thru a small forest. She hated going for her ngaji classes because …

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