Malaysia's Ghost Stories

Genting Creeps! Amber Court

The Story:

Genting Creeps! Amber Court

It was really cold and damp that afternoon. We stopped at the main entrance of Amber Court and gave second thoughts about entering the place. Thanks to Wayne, he suggested we should have at least a look since we've driven all the way here.

As we entered the lobby, there was only one receptionist at the counter on his game console. The rest of the area was empty and hollow, all sundry shops were closed down, as if I have just entered a building under renovation. The entire building was so vacant you could listen to your echo traveling through the hallway. We asked to check in, and guess which floor we were given? It was the 14th floor! According to Chinese superstition, number 14 signifies a bad omen. I requested to change to a lower level but the receptionist insisted it can't be done, giving me reasons such as "That's just the policy". What's the point to tell me a policy without any reason at all? Bullocks. Clearly, there were hardly any guests in this apartment, or perhaps none at all, so the only policy I can see here is he just couldn't be bothered. Or perhaps, it was his intention to get rid of us by giving us the haunted room I suspect.

Not intending to waste any more time, we took the keys off him and entered the lift up to the 14th floor. It was quite a slow journey up, it gave some time for my thoughts to wander about imagining if a ghost would stand before us when the doors opened. Of course, imaginations remained as imaginations. Quiet and cold, we walked out of the lift and towards our room. What a surprise, the door had padlocks on top of the keyhole, strange. Wayne inserted the keys, it took him awhile with a bit of a struggle. In the midst of the struggle out of no where.....

....I suddenly heard a girl howl. A howl like a wolf. A howl like you have always heard in scary movies. It wasn't like someone getting raped yelling for help. It was what one can call the ideal howling of a female ghost. The howling lasted 5 seconds long and I swear I was NOT hallucinating. At this point, because the way this story is framed sounded much alike scary movies, some of you may be laughing hard thinking "this poor little girl is delusional" or "she must be too tired or it must be the sound of wind coming through". Well I can assure you, it's neither of those. When someone is put in a pin drop silent and "dangerous" situation, they naturally have a heightened sense of awareness and alert. To me, the sound was crystal clear. However, I couldn't recognise where it came from so I looked around and everywhere, wondering where's the source of it. It was so weird, didn't seem to come from above or below. All apartments are tightly shut and enclosed with no opening to outdoors for wind to come through. It was like a surround sound which went like "Aaaaaaaaaa......." with a long echo following. As soon as it stopped, I turned around and asked the rest, "Guys.. *with a pause* Did you hear what I just heard?"

All three of them nodded.. Right away, I felt as though my legs were crippling.

Moments later, Wayne managed to open the door. I had no idea why we still wanted to check out the room after hearing noises. He pushed it open, it opened slowly with creeky noises. And one of the boys said, "Oh my god. Why is the fridge opened?" It triggered panic. It was nothing really but his reaction to the opened fridge caused panic in all of us so Wayne shut the door and all of us walked quickly to the lift and checked out. All without a doubt. We wanted to run but the guys were pretending to stay cool and calm.

When I returned the keys back to the receptionist, he did not question me at all. He obviously knows this place too well. It was barely 5 minutes and we heard voices already, let alone staying for the night. I still remember that scream so clearly in my head. I never really believed in spirits and ghosts despite hearing stories from families and having minor encounters myself, but this occasion gave me reassurance that 'they' indeed exist, somewhere, somehow.

We drove away without looking back, telling ourselves to never step into Amber Court again, even if I get paid to go. That's when the saying goes, there's no such thing as free lunch. Ask anyone who knows about Genting Highlands, this place is widely known for it and it s not a myth. I wouldn't be surprised if famous ghost-hunters would pick this location for their documentary.

Link:

http://www.mizzshelyn.com/2009/03/genting-creeps.html

Posted by:

Mizzshelyn

Date:

March 2009