Indonesian Ghost Stories
Balai Island had nothing touristy to offer us; we were not the common tourists who do sight-seeing, shopped and dined. We were there for one thingâ€”girls.
With a young and pretty girl each in our arms, we sat at the hotelâ€™s rooftop balcony and started our drinking session. The night was a fabulous oneâ€”we joked, teased the girls, and drank to our heartsâ€™ content. We only stopped drinking when the girls began to retire to the rooms one after another; the liquor had just been too much for them.
Soon, we too stopped drinking and left for our rooms. Once in my room, I undressed and jumped into bed. I caressed my girlâ€™s back and made her active again. We had loads of fun with each other. I only slept around 3 oâ€™clock in the morning.
Whilst in my sleep, I heard a strange humming sound. It sounded almost like someone was crying or praying. The sound persisted long enough to raise me from deep sleep. When I opened my eyes, I was shocked to see an old woman squatting on a chair near the foot of the bed. Her face was so filled with deep rivers of wrinkles that I couldnâ€™t see much facial features. It was as if I was looking at a big ball of crumpled paper that had been shaped into a human face. It was truly horrendous.
Startled and in panic, I tried to get up. Strangely, I couldnâ€™t. I struggled violently, but I could not move an inch. What freaked me further was that I could see I had two pairs of arms and legs. The translucent pair was struggling while the other was still. It was as though I was looking at my non-corporeal limbs moving while my physical limbs remained asleep.
Looking between my two pairs of legs, I saw the woman lifting her hand. She waved her forefinger at me as if accusing me of something. I tried to scream, but it seemed that even my larynx had become numb. I struggled further; my translucent limbs were kicking and waving desperately but my physical body remained unmoved.
Suddenly, the woman raised her upper lip and showed me her red teeth. Her expression turned; she became angry and hissed at me. Then, just like that, she vanished!
â€œWah!â€ My breath leapt from my mouth as my eyes flashed open.
Cringing at the edge of the bed, I heaved to catch my breath. Then I turned to look at my girl. She was asleep, oblivious to what was happening to me.
What the hell was that? I wondered as I dragged my heavy feet to the bathroom.
As minutes passed, the dreadful experience turned more dream-like. I had to keep reminding myself that the ugly, old witch was not a dream. SheÂ wasÂ real.
I hope someone reading my story can give me some clues as to what or who the hag was. Was she a vampire, demon, witch, or just a lost human soul? Why was she angry at me?
Iâ€™m afraid, but Iâ€™m trying not to let it bother me.
Harry, Sales Engineer.2001