Malaysia's Ghost Stories

Night At The Motel

It wasn't the best of my days, but I remember it well. The incident happened a few months ago in June. The night was really late, me, my best friend Eloise and her boyfriend Hunter were on our way home from a wedding party in Malacca.

The streets were empty and Hunter was getting tired and a little light headed because of the alcohol he drank earlier. Eloise and I couldn't drive, so it was pretty dangerous having Hunter to drive. Soon, I suggested that we spend a night in a motel and get moving the next day.

Of course, they agreed. So we stop in on of the many budget motel's in Malacca, I remembered that there was a small sign saying 'MOTEL' but no particular name. Anyway, Hunter parked his car in a near by parking lot and we walked to the motel.

In the motel, we were greeted by the strong fragrance of jasmine and a young lady around her early twenties. After we checked in, we rushed to our room. Since we don't have enough money for two separate rooms, we rented one. Eloise and I got the bed because we are girls and Hunter got the uncomfortable sofa. I fell fast asleep even though there was an annoying smell of cigarettes in the pillow.

Around 5:30 the next morning I was awaken by Eloise who had a terrified look on her face. "Amy, let's get out of here!" Her voice rang as she dragged me out the room. Hunter, catching up behind us.

Within a matter of minutes, I realized I was in Hunter's car and Hunter is driving away passing the speed limits. Confused, I asked Eloise what going on. She told me that around 5:10 in the morning, Hunter got up to get a quick shower when he heard a piercing female scream and he suddenly felt a burning sensation on his back. After the shower he saw five long fresh wounds that seemed like finger nail scratches on his back.

As for Eloise, she claimed to see a lady with pale skin and black long hair playing with my hair, a few seconds before Hunter ran out of the shower with the scratches on his back. I felt a little scared too, thinking about the 'lady' who was playing with my hair.

We didn't check out of the motel and we certainly are not planning to check in again.

By Amy-Boo