By Zik M –
In a rural village in Belait District, there is an old house that is said to be haunted. The house has been abandoned for a long time, but horror stories about its former occupants are often mentioned by the surrounding residents.
One night, I was with my friends — Amin, Zul and Lina, determined to explore the house. As a skeptic, I thought this was just a fairy tale, so I agreed to join in to prove it was all just a myth.
We arrived at the house around 11pm, armed with flashlights and a bit of courage. The wooden door of the house creaked when opened. The interior is dusty, with old furniture and a large mirror hanging in the living room.
“Bah, let’s go in,” said Amin, holding up his flashlight.
“I think so inda It sucks,” Lina said while holding Zul’s arm. His face looked pale.
“Hey, don’t be afraid! We’ll just go in for a moment, take a picture, then come back,” I tried to calm Lina down.
However, as we walked in, I noticed something on the large mirror in the living room. In the faint light, I saw as if there was a shadow of a woman in the mirror, looking at us with vengeful eyes. I rubbed my eyes, hoping it was just my imagination.
“Eh, did you see yourself in the mirror?” I asked with a slightly shaky voice.
Amin laughed a little, “Oh, there’s no need to be afraid. It’s just an old mirror.” He stepped closer to the mirror and raised his flashlight, trying to see more clearly.
Suddenly, his face changed. His eyes were wide open and he swallowed hard.
“It’s not just a shadow… I think there’s someone in this mirror,” said Amin in a whisper.
Suddenly, Zul made a strange sound, like he was choking. We turned around, and his face looked strange. His once normal eyes now looked dark and empty, as if there was no soul in them.
“Zul, are you okay?” I asked as I approached him.
However, Zul just looked at us with a sharp and cold look.
His deep and creepy voice came out of his mouth, a voice that did not belong to Zul.
“Why did you come here? This is not your place,” he said in a low but sharp voice.
Lina screamed, backing away in terror. “Oh God, Zul… don’t play around! You’re not like this!”
But Zul, or whatever was now in control of his body, just laughed cynically and said, “I’ve been waiting for a long time… and you came alone.”
Amin was brave and tried to shake Zul’s shoulder.
“Zul, wake up, don’t play around!” he said.
However, Zul pushed Amin’s hand away so hard that Amin almost fell. Zul’s face changed again, this time full of anger. “I’m not Zul… I’m a resident here. And all of you have made a big mistake by bothering me,” he said.
Hearing that, Lina began to read the holy verses of the Quran with a shaky voice. Zul looked restless, his face was wrinkled and his hands were holding his head, as if trying to fight something.
“Stop!” he shouted, the voice mixed between Zul’s voice and the entity’s voice.
We continued to read the holy verses together, and little by little, Zul began to return to normal. His breath caught and his face returned to normal, though it looked weak.
“What happened ah?” Zul asked confused. He looked shocked and didn’t know what was going on.
“You got a beam, Zul! We remember you disappearing,” answered Amin while wiping the sweat on his forehead.
Zul looked at the big mirror and said in a whispering voice, “I don’t know who is in that mirror… but I think he doesn’t like us here.”
We all looked at each other. Without wasting time, we ran out of the house and never looked back.
Since that night, none of us dared to approach the house again, let alone look at the mirror.
Yet, strangely, whenever we got together and talked about the events of that night, we all felt the same feeling, as if something, or someone, was watching from afar, waiting for us to return.