Our Spooky Years in Kuala Lumpur

Most of my friends have heard about the strange incidents that unfolded during my family’s stay in Malaysia. For the uninitiated, between 2011 and 2016, during the five years my family and I lived in Malaysia, we experienced a series of events that, even today, remain difficult to explain. They were unsettling, deeply eerie, and unlike anything we had ever encountered before. Back then, friends in Malaysia were convinced that our house was haunted. Many of them urged us to leave as quickly as possible. Yet, we stayed.

Looking back now, my wife and I often find ourselves asking the same question: why did we not leave? Especially because the incidents were not minor or isolated. The incidents happened for over a year and during that period, they were persistent and intensely spooky.

Over the years, I have narrated these experiences countless times - at parties, during holidays, and in casual conversations with friends. Almost every time, the stories have drawn strong reactions from the audience. Fear, disbelief, curiosity - sometimes all at once.

I had also written about these incidents earlier on this blog, but that was a hurried attempt. My experience was also featured by the popular Instagram account Humans of Bombay (@officialhumansofbombay).

Recently, during a conversation about horror movies and spooky incidents, I found myself revisiting those memories. Somehow, I felt compelled to write about them once more. So, here I am.

How We Ended Up There

I first went to Malaysia in November 2011. I traveled alone and the plan was that my wife and daughter - who was just 2.5 months old at that time - would join me later. After reaching Malaysia, I stayed in a company-provided guest house for two weeks. Once that period was over, I started looking for a place to stay.

The Apartment Hunt

I was quite clear about what I wanted. I wanted to stay close to the office because I did not intend to buy a car. I wanted to stay in Mont Kiara, a posh locality in Kuala Lumpur filled with expats, nice eateries, shopping complexes, and international schools. I wanted a 2.5-bedroom apartment (quite common in Malaysia) or a 3-bedroom one - a room for my daughter and another for visiting family members. I also wanted a nice condominium with good recreational facilities. And unlike many Indians I met in Malaysia, I specifically wanted to stay away from the Indian crowd. It was not because of any dislike; I simply wanted us to make the most of the opportunity to interact with people from different nationalities.

The first step in the house hunt was to get hold of agents. I asked around and collected 10–15 numbers. I called each one of them, but most either did not have anything available or the houses were beyond my budget. Finally, I met three agents, each of whom showed me a few properties.

I quickly removed one agent from my list (if I remember correctly, his name was Zaki) because he kept showing me apartments in a complex that was full of Indians. He did not seem to have contacts elsewhere. The second agent, an unusually tall Chinese man, showed me two houses in a condominium called Mont Kiara Bayu.

The Condominium We Rejected

‘Bayu’ originates from the Hindi word ‘Vayu’, meaning ‘Wind’. The condominium looked impressive and had pretty decent facilities. It was also only around a 10-minute walk from my office and, being an Indian, I immediately calculated how much money I would save on taxi fares.

The first house I saw was on the 7th floor. It was nice, though slightly over my budget and smaller than the houses shown by Zaki. Still, I did not rule it out completely because it was fully furnished and had new interiors, fittings, and appliances.

I then asked the agent to show me the second house. I was actually prepared to finalize one of the two immediately. This second apartment was on the 19th floor. The moment we stepped out of the lift, I sensed that something was off. The floor was noticeably less clean than the others, so I asked the agent about it.

What he told me completely changed my plans.

He said that a few years earlier, a dead body had been found stuffed inside a refrigerator in one of the flats. According to him, some people believed that the house, the floor, or perhaps even the entire condominium was haunted. That was supposedly why the cleaners did not spend much time on that floor - understandably so.

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Two things happened instantly.

First, I decided there was no way I was taking a house in Bayu - perhaps not even in the next building, just to be safe. Second, it made me intensely curious. I asked him what kind of incidents had triggered such beliefs. The agent became visibly reluctant and did not share many details.

The moment I got back to the company guest house in a building called Flora Murni, I started reading about Bayu online. I found posts by residents mentioning lifts that would stop and open on that floor for no reason. Others wrote about a constant feeling of being watched or followed. I also discovered that Bayu had witnessed another tragedy - an elderly Japanese couple had died after being electrocuted in their bathroom.

That completely ruled Bayu out for me.

The next day, I casually mentioned all this to some of my Malaysian colleagues. Malaysians, by the way, absolutely love horror stories. If you walk into a multiplex in Malaysia, chances are you will find at least two or three horror movies playing. Naturally, the story spread like wildfire.

Mont Kiara Pelangi

The following day, I met the third agent - Nancy, an elderly woman who had plenty of advice to offer on everything from housing and life in Malaysia to weight loss. She first showed me a couple of condominiums that were far from the office and extremely expensive. Looking back, I think that was a classic agent tactic.

Later, she took me to a condominium called Mont Kiara Pelangi. ‘Pelangi’ means ‘Rainbow’ in the Malay language. The condominium was less than a five-minute walk from the office. The facilities were decent, though definitely fewer compared to some of the other condominiums I had seen.

There, we met another agent named Leslie - a soft-spoken Chinese man. He was polite and calm, but somehow also gave the impression that he had another side to him. Leslie was the actual agent for the house, while Nancy was simply facilitating the meeting - and taking a cut.

They showed me the apartment. It was on the ninth floor. The interiors were decent, though nothing extraordinary. But two things strongly worked in the house’s favor.

First, it had a bathtub. I could already imagine my 2.5 months old daughter having a wonderful time splashing around in it. Second, it had a dryer - something I considered almost essential for a household with an infant or toddler.

I checked out the swimming pool, which looked absolutely inviting. The gym was small, but manageable. Pelangi also had two carpeted tennis courts, and one of them could even be converted into a makeshift basketball or futsal court.

The condominium was peaceful and, more importantly, it ticked all the boxes.

That house eventually became our home for the little over five years that we lived in Kuala Lumpur.

How It All Started

The strange incidents in the house did not start immediately. In fact, if my memory is not failing me, everything was quite okay and normal during the first year or so. (I am a little hazy about the timelines now.)

The first incident actually did not happen inside the house. It happened during a phase when I was seriously trying to lose weight. My wife and daughter were in India for a short trip and I was alone at home. During that phase, I had become quite disciplined about fitness. I used to go to the gym in the mornings and for a swim on most evenings. In fact, I had made a resolution that no matter how late I returned from office, I would either go to the gym or spend some time in the swimming pool before calling it a day.

On that particular day, I went for a swimming session at around 8:30 or 9:00PM. It was dark and there was no one around the pool. The atmosphere was indeed scary, but I was determined to complete my swimming session. The pool had lights, but the lights on one end - actually an entire half - of the pool were not working.

While swimming, I slowly started feeling a little scared, which was unusual and normal at the same time. Unusual because it was not the first time, I was swimming alone at that hour. It was also not the first time that the lights in one half of the pool were not operational. So, it was unusual for me to feel scared as I was quite familiar with these conditions.

However, it was also normal because I usually do get scared easily. I let my imagination run wild and spook the hell out of me. On that day, I was so uncomfortable that I decided to swim only in one half of the pool - of course, the half where the lights were functioning.

That helped a little. But then another strange feeling started bothering me.

Every time I went underwater, I could hear noises and even voices - as if a group of people was walking nearby or as if some kind of pool party was happening. And every single time I stopped, raised my head above the water and looked around, I saw absolutely no one. I also started getting the feeling that I was being watched.

Finally, I decided that I should go back because it was making me really uncomfortable.

I picked up my stuff and headed towards the changing rooms. The changing area was around thirty steps away from the pool. It had a couple of wash basins with changing rooms on either side. The left section was for men. In this section, one had to take an immediate right after entering and it led to a passage. There were three booths on the right side of this passage and steam and sauna rooms at the far end.

The lights in the changing rooms usually remained switched on all the time. However, on that particular night, the lights in the men’s section were off.

Oddly enough, despite already being scared, this did not bother me much. The switch was inside the changing room and one had to walk a few steps to reach it. But that night, unlike the other days, it was pitch dark inside. Still, I had to change, so I had no choice but to step in.

The moment I put one foot inside the changing room, I felt as if I had stepped on something furry. It was a strange feeling and I immediately reached for the switch and turned on the lights.

What I saw there would remain etched in my memory forever.

The entire passage was full of hair.

Not exactly like The Grudge, but still...a lot of hair. Far too much to belong to just one person. There was absolutely no explanation for so much hair lying all over the passage.

That scared the living daylights out of me.

I ran for my life.

I was still wearing my wet swimming trunks and top, but I ran through the long passage leading to the lifts and stopped only after I got inside my apartment on the 9th floor. Once my nerves settled down a little, I tried thinking of every possible explanation for what I had seen in the changing room, but I got nowhere.

The Door That Would Not Stay Shut

I do not remember exactly when the second incident happened, but I think it was on the same day.

I have already admitted that I get scared easily. I would also admit that whenever I am alone, I never switch off the bedroom lights. Also, I always lock the bedroom door before sleeping - that happens irrespective of whether I am alone or not - and I keep checking the door regularly during the night.

My bedroom was not particularly large. It had a queen-size bed, a dressing table, a desk and a few wardrobes. The door had a knob with a push-button lock. The kind that makes a loud clicking sound while locking as well as unlocking.

On the night of the second incident, I switched off the lights in the entire house before going into the bedroom. After entering the room, I immediately shut the bedroom door behind me and locked it. Since I was alone at home, I kept the lights on and went to bed.

When alone, I hardly ever get deep sleep, and I keep waking up repeatedly. Every time I woke up, I checked the bedroom door and found it locked.

And then it happened.

I am not sure what time it was. No sound or strange feeling had disturbed me, but I suddenly woke up. I opened my eyes and looked outside the window, hoping it would finally be dawn.

But it was still dark outside.

I casually looked towards the door and was taken aback.

It was wide open.

Beyond it, I could see the dark living room outside.

Oddly, the first feeling was not fear. It felt strange more than anything else.

I immediately got up and shut the door. I pressed the button on the knob and it locked with a loud click. I came back to bed and started wondering how it had happened. I kept thinking of ‘logical’ reasons why the door could have opened. Honestly, I was doing that only because I absolutely did not want to think of any other possibility.

I watched something on my phone for a while and, once I started feeling sleepy again, I decided to try sleeping.

Barely a few minutes would have passed when I heard that familiar clicking sound. It was the sound of the door unlocking. I looked at the door and saw that it was slightly open.

This time I was scared. To make the matter worse, it slowly started opening further.

I jumped out of the bed but was too scared to go near the door. Soon, it was completely open.

There was no breeze.

Only silence inside the house, darkness in the room outside, and absolute horror in my eyes.

Finally, I somehow gathered courage and ran towards the door. I shut it with a bang and locked it again. I checked the lock multiple times and even tried pulling the door repeatedly to see if the lock had malfunctioned. It was firmly locked.

Then I ran towards the windows at the opposite end of the room and opened them completely.

There was complete silence and darkness outside as well, but somehow that silence felt less frightening than the silence inside the house. I could see lights in the guard house of the opposite condominium. It was nine floors below, probably three hundred metres away, and although I could not see anyone there, those lights somehow gave me reassurance.

I do not know for how long I stood there praying for dawn and hoping that there would be no more activity inside the house.

By morning, I had somehow convinced myself that the entire incident happened because I had probably forgotten to lock the door on both occasions and that probably a breeze had caused it to open wide.

But deep inside, I knew I had no choice except to go with those theories.

After all, I still had to spend a few more nights alone at home till my family returned from India.

I honestly cannot recall what happened during the next few nights. I think nothing unusual happened during that period.

When my wife and daughter returned, I told my wife about the incident, but both of us convinced each other that it was probably nothing.

Several other incidents happened in the house and I will share them as well. But I do not clearly remember the exact chronological order of those incidents. Not that there is any way to validate any of this, but I still wanted to make that clear.

I will now describe the other incidents in the house, though they may not necessarily be in the right order.

The Sound We Could Never Explain

My office was only about a five-minute walk away and on most days I used to return home around 7 PM. After coming back, I would spend some time playing with my daughter and then we would usually have dinner in front of the TV in the living room. Afterwards, I would either work for some more time or go to bed. That was the routine on most days.

One evening, while watching TV with my family, I heard a strange sound coming from the kitchen. It was not an alarming sound and I ignored it initially. But then it came again.

It is difficult to describe the sound accurately, but the closest comparison I can think of is the sound of a pencil dropping on a kitchen tile and then rolling slightly. As I said, it was not particularly scary, but it definitely made me curious.

The sound continued for some time and then stopped after about an hour.

The next day, it happened again. I looked at my wife and she seemed completely unmoved. I did not ask her anything, but my attention was no longer on the TV. I kept waiting for the sound because it was happening at almost regular intervals. Even that day, I did not mention it to my wife and eventually the sound stopped after around an hour.

This continued for several days.

Then one day, the moment the sound came again, my wife suddenly asked me if I had ever noticed it. Relieved that I was not the only crazy person in the house, I told her that I had been hearing it for the past few days and had been trying to figure out where it was coming from.

My only theory was that it was probably a lizard.

Lizards do make weird noises and I am quite familiar with those sounds. But this sound was different. Still, I kept hoping - or rather convincing myself - that Malaysian lizards probably make different sounds!!

We both walked to the kitchen and, while standing there, heard absolutely nothing.

But the moment we came back and sat on the couch, the sound came again.

By then, I had started observing a pattern. The sound usually started a little after 8 PM and stopped by around 9:15 PM. During that time, it would happen at fairly regular intervals - maybe six or seven times in total.

I must say that we never actually felt scared because of it. It was probably nothing. But it definitely made us curious. And irritated.

Every time the sound came, we would look at each other silently. Also, one strange thing about it was that we never heard it at any other time of the day.

Toe-Be-Or-Not-Toe-Be

As mentioned earlier, our bedroom had a queen-size bed. I am 6 feet 3 inches tall and, honestly, the bed was a little too small for me.

Typically, while sleeping, I do not like my hands or feet dangling outside the bed - yes, even that scares me - but with that bed, I really did not have much choice. My feet would usually extend slightly beyond the edge of the mattress.

One night, I suddenly woke up because I felt as if someone had scratched the big toe of my right foot.

At that time, I was sleeping face down and I immediately dismissed the incident. I convinced myself that I had probably rubbed my toe against the wooden frame or body of the bed while turning in my sleep.

Several nights later, it happened again.

Once again, it felt as if someone had scratched my big toe. But this time, I had been sleeping on my back and there was no way my toe could have rubbed against the bed frame.

I immediately folded my legs.

The thought of waking my wife up did cross my mind, but honestly that felt more dangerous than facing a ghost. So, I hugged my wife and somehow went back to sleep.

Over the next few weeks, this happened a few more times. Each time, I came up with some weird explanation and convinced myself to believe it.

Then one day, while having lunch with some Malaysian colleagues in office, we somehow drifted into a discussion about spooky incidents and paranormal experiences. Naturally, my experience in Bayu came up and I was asked to narrate the entire story once again.

During the discussion, one of my colleagues spoke about an incident involving someone he knew personally. According to him, things had mysteriously started disappearing from that person’s house. The owner tried everything possible, including installing cameras, but nothing really came out of it. Finally, someone suggested that he should consult an “occultist”.

Honestly, till that day, I did not even know the exact meaning of the word. But as the story progressed, I understood that it referred to someone dealing with supernatural or paranormal matters.

When this occultist visited the house, he apparently commented that there was “negative energy” in the place.

Another confession...

Till this point, the entire story honestly sounded made up to me. After all, who has not heard similar stories or seen similar scenes in movies?

But then my colleague mentioned something that genuinely shocked me.

According to him, the occultist had asked the owner of the house whether he had ever felt someone pulling or scratching his big toe during the night - specifically between 3 and 4 AM.

That immediately caught my attention.

I did not react visibly or ask too many questions, but internally I was alarmed.

As per the story, the occultist believed that someone using the spirit of a child was behind the incidents in the house. Since it was supposedly a child spirit, it liked playing with toys and was particularly fascinated by people’s big toes - especially when the feet were dangling outside the bed.

The mention of the big toe deeply unsettled me. I asked why he had specifically mentioned the timing between 3 and 4 AM. I was told that in Malaysian culture, many people believe supernatural entities are at their strongest during that period. Later, someone else told me that similar beliefs exist in other parts of the world, including India.

For the next few days, nothing happened. I was scared but I also was curious.

And then one night, it happened again. This time, I woke up because I felt someone had grabbed my big toe and shaken it violently. I immediately folded my legs and looked at the wall clock.

It was 3:10 AM.

I woke up my wife, who gave me absolutely no attention. Barely opening her eyes, she gently tapped me a few times - the way mothers comfort babies - and asked me to close my eyes and go back to sleep. Yeah….right!

The Hour We Started Dreading

After the toe scratching and pulling incidents, a lot of strange things slowly started happening inside the house and most of them happened between 3 and 4AM.

We would often hear unexplained sounds coming from the other rooms. My daughter had a bubble gun that played music and blew bubbles into the air. On a couple of occasions, the toy suddenly started playing music on its own from the other room, even though no one was anywhere near it.

One night, my wife woke up feeling thirsty. She checked her water bottle and found it empty. Both those things were unusual. My wife rarely wakes up in the middle of the night and she is extremely particular about filling her bottle before going to bed.

She quietly got up and decided to go to the kitchen to fill some water. After opening the bedroom door, she paused for a moment. The switch for the light immediately outside the room was right there, but for some reason she decided not to turn it on and instead walked into the darkness. That was when she noticed a faint blue glow coming from the dining room. The light was coming from my laptop, which I had left on the dining table. I am absolutely certain that I had put the laptop in sleep mode before going to bed. In a completely dark house at that hour, the blue glow felt unsettling. Yet, my wife looked at the glowing screen and decided to walk towards it to shut it down. Such characters have the smallest roles in horror movies.

However, the moment she took a step towards the laptop, the screen suddenly went dark and the laptop switched off on its own. At that moment, she was standing in complete darkness in the middle of the dining room. That was enough for her. She immediately turned around, ran back to the bedroom and went back to bed without drinking water.

The incidents between 3 and 4 AM started affecting me mentally far more than I realized. Slowly, that entire time window began to feel cursed to me.

After a point, I no longer needed strange sounds or incidents to wake me up. My body had somehow trained itself to wake up automatically between 2:50 and 3:00 AM every night.

The moment I looked at the clock and saw the time, a sense of dread would take over. I would lie awake in complete silence, listening carefully to every tiny sound in the house and desperately waiting for the clock to cross 4 AM, because in my mind, that was when the “danger window” finally ended.

Only after that would I somehow relax enough to try sleeping again.

When We Started Getting Truly Worried

We actually started becoming genuinely worried when our daughter started ‘seeing’ things and behaving strangely. She must have been around one or one-and-a-half years old at that time, though I am a little hazy about the exact timeline.

The Thing Under The Table

One day, I was working in the dining room with my laptop placed on the dining table. My back was against the wall and my daughter was sitting in my arms. She was doing all the things that one or one-and-a-half-year-old kids usually do - trying to press random keys on the laptop, pulling my specs and hair, and speaking continuously in that adorable little language that adults unfortunately never understand.

This went on for some time and, gradually, I became completely absorbed in my work.

Then I suddenly realized that she had stopped playing. She was looking directly at me with a blank expression on her face. When I asked what happened, she seemed slightly comforted. But then she bent down and started looking under the dining table.

Since it was uncomfortable for me to hold her in that position, I pulled her back and asked her again what happened. She once again looked at me with a stunned expression. I do not know what she meant, but if I had to describe that expression, it felt as if she was silently asking, “Can you not see what I can see?”

She again bent down and tried to look under the table. At that point, I also looked under the table - hoping very badly to see absolutely nothing. And thankfully, I saw nothing.

I asked her what she had seen, but she did not respond. She remained unusually quiet for around fifteen minutes and then slowly returned to her normal playful self. Thankfully.

Who Was She Looking At?

At that age, my daughter often used to raise both her hands and say “aaju”, which basically meant, “lift me in your arms”. It was incredibly cute. But what made it even more special was that she said it only to a handful of people - me, my wife, my parents, my in-laws and my sister. Never to strangers or even to people she knew casually. And honestly, we preferred it that way.

One weekend, I was again working on the dining table in a setup similar to the earlier incident. My back was against the wall and from where I was sitting, I could see the dining room, the living room and even parts of the kitchen. My wife was sitting on the couch watching TV.

At some point, we noticed our daughter standing silently in one corner of the house, facing the wall. She was looking upwards at something. And not just slightly upwards. I am quite tall, but she seemed to be staring at something that was far above my height.

We called out to her.

She slowly turned around and looked at us with that same blank expression on her face - the same expression that had unsettled me during the earlier incident near the dining table.

Then she turned back towards whatever she was looking at, raised both her hands and softly said, “aaju”.

That genuinely scared us. We immediately rushed towards her, picked her up in our arms and moved her away from that corner. We kept asking her what she was looking at, but she never answered.

What’s Up?

Then came another incident.

One night after dinner, we had gone to the bedroom. All the lights were switched off except for the small light outside the bathroom, which acted as our night light because I cannot sleep in complete darkness. So, one corner of the room had a faint glow while the rest of the bedroom remained dark. We were talking and playing with our daughter and she was in a cheerful mood, doing and saying random funny things the way small children usually do.

Then suddenly, she became quiet.

We assumed she was getting sleepy and did not pay much attention to it. A few moments later, she suddenly sat upright and – pointing towards the ceiling – she asked:

“What is that aunty doing there?”

Of course, she did not say it that clearly. She said it the way a small child would say something like that. But one thing was very clear - she was specifically referring to something. She was not a child who randomly made up imaginary stories or said strange things without reason.

Imagine our situation.

On one hand, we were worried because our daughter seemed to be seeing something. On the other hand, we were equally terrified ourselves. Yet again, we somehow came up with a few “logical” explanations and nervously laughed the whole thing off.

But apart from these incidents, we had also started noticing changes in her behaviour. She had begun talking to herself. She had stopped doing certain things she normally did and had suddenly started doing some completely new things. Now, children naturally change a lot at that age, so we kept trying to convince ourselves that everything was normal.

But deep inside, both of us felt that something was different. That was when we finally started discussing everything openly with my parents and in-laws.

The Night My Mother Got Scared

Once, my parents came to visit us. It was a regular visit and the incidents at our house were not the reason behind the trip. During their stay, we told them everything that we had been experiencing. They were already aware of most of it because we used to speak to them regularly over phone. But this was the first time they were hearing all these stories while actually sitting inside the same house.

My father looked slightly concerned, though I think he was trying hard not to make us even more worried. My mother, on the other hand, was completely normal. She listened to everything carefully but her expressions clearly suggested that she did not believe there was anything supernatural behind all this. Honestly, that felt reassuring and irritating at the same time.

One night, I was talking to my father in the guest room. We were both lying on the bed and discussing random things - not the house, for once.

At some point, I must have dozed off.

When I woke up around 1 AM, I noticed that the lights in the guest room were still on. My father was fast asleep. I stepped out to check where everyone else was. My wife and daughter were sleeping in our bedroom. My mother was sleeping in the kiddie room.

The kiddie room had a single bed, a wardrobe full of my daughter’s clothes and most of her toys. We mostly used it for storing things, ironing clothes and occasionally as my weekend study room. This was actually the first time someone was sleeping in that room.

I decided not to wake my mother up and also did not want to leave my father alone in the guest room. So, I quietly returned and went back to sleep.

Sometime in the middle of the night, someone shook me and called my name. I opened my eyes and saw my mother standing beside me. She had a very confused expression on her face. She said that one of the toys had suddenly started operating on its own and was making strange sounds. I immediately looked at the clock. It was around 3:20 AM.

Honestly, I was not surprised even for a second.

We both went to the room and saw the toy - the same bubble gun I had mentioned earlier. It was still playing music. Since the bubble liquid bottle was not attached, it was not producing bubbles, but the music continued playing on its own.

The toy operating by itself between 3 and 4 AM was already strange enough. But there were two more things that made the incident even weirder. First, the toy had not started on its own in several months. In fact, the batteries had drained long ago and we had deliberately decided not to replace them because of the strange incidents connected to it. Second, while discussing the incidents with my parents earlier, we had specifically told them about the bubble gun. My mother had completely dismissed it and laughed, saying it was probably some loose connection. That night, she was no longer laughing.

The House Kept Reminding Us

While most incidents - except the strange sound in the kitchen - happened between 3 and 4 AM, a few incidents also took place during the day.

I had another laptop connected to the TV in the living room. We used it mainly for downloading and watching movies. The laptop did not have MS Office installed and, more importantly, it did not have any anti-virus software either. On several occasions, we noticed the laptop switching on and off on its own. And for this too, I had a theory. Since I regularly downloaded movies and music, I convinced my wife - and myself - that the laptop was probably infected with some kind of spyware and was being remotely controlled by someone.

Honestly, the “Chinese hacker” theory was working fairly well for us...Until one day, the TV switched on by itself for absolutely no reason. Then it started happening repeatedly over the next few weeks. Sometimes the TV would switch on. Sometimes it would switch off. Sometimes it would switch on and then immediately switch off again. Yet somehow, we still continued selling ourselves the “Chinese hacker” theory.

The Question Everyone Asked

We had told some of our friends about the incidents and almost everyone asked us (people still do when I narrate the incidents) the same question: “Why are you still staying in that house?”

And honestly, when I look back now, I genuinely do not know why we stayed. Maybe it was because leaving the house in the middle of the contract would have been expensive. Maybe it was because we kept convincing ourselves with “logical” and “scientific” explanations for everything that happened. Or maybe there really was some strange force that somehow stopped us from seriously considering moving out.

Or perhaps the simplest reason was that we never actually saw a ghost. If there truly was some supernatural presence in the house, it definitely made its presence felt. But at no point did it physically harm any of us.

I genuinely believe such entities exist. You can call them ghosts, spirits, supernatural entities or simply negative energy. My personal belief is fairly simple - if there is a God, which represents positive energy, then somewhere there also has to be a balancing negative energy.

So yes, I do believe in ghosts. And honestly, whenever I get scared, I quietly tell them: “I believe in you. I know you are there. So, you really do not need to reveal yourself to me or make your presence felt!”

But yes, it did worry us – especially when my daughter starting behaving strangely.

How It Finally Stopped

When we finally started discussing everything openly with our parents, my father-in-law began asking around and speaking to people about the incidents.

Then one day, he asked me a very simple question:

“Is there a place in the house where you pray?” The answer was no.

Neither my wife nor I are particularly religious. I do pray, but I never really felt the need for a designated place for it. I could pray while looking at a picture on my laptop/phone or even without one.

After listening to me, he calmly said that there must be a place for prayer inside the house. Honestly, that irritated me a little. Mainly because I had absolutely no idea how we were supposed to create a proper prayer space inside our apartment in Malaysia. But sensing my hesitation, he quietly reassured me that he would bring everything required himself.

Soon afterwards, my in-laws came to visit us in Malaysia. They arrived late at night and, after reaching home, we all sat together and started talking. Even though it was quite late, the conversation continued for hours.

While I was actively involved in the discussion, I remember repeatedly glancing at the clock. The time was slowly approaching what I had mentally started referring to as the “action hour” - the period between 3 and 4 AM when most of the strange incidents seemed to occur.

My father-in-law clearly noticed my growing uneasiness.

Sensing it, he began asking detailed questions about everything that had been happening in the house. We started discussing the incidents one by one, sharing every strange experience we could remember.

And then, right in the middle of the conversation, the TV suddenly switched on by itself.

For a few seconds, nobody said a word.

My father-in-law quietly looked towards the TV and then calmly acknowledged that something definitely did not feel right in the house.

But despite that, he remained remarkably composed. In a very reassuring tone, he told us not to worry and said that everything would return to normal from the very next day.

The following morning, my father-in-law selected a spot in the house to set up a small prayer area. I was not particularly happy with the location he chose. It was in the living room. Yes, technically it was in one corner, but it still felt odd to have a prayer setup there instead of in a separate room.

His reasoning, however, was simple. According to him, one should face east while praying and that particular corner was the only place in the apartment where that was possible. So, we went ahead with it.

He carefully arranged everything and then asked all of us to join him for prayers. I noticed that he had placed a bowl filled with water near the setup. The prayers themselves were simple, brief and silent. I do not know what the others prayed for, but I remember very clearly what was going through my mind. More than anything else, I prayed for things to become normal again. And above all, I prayed that whatever was present in the house should never affect my daughter.

After the prayers, my father-in-law asked my wife to sprinkle the water from the bowl in every room and every corner of the house. I accompanied her as she moved through the house and kept pointing out places where the water should be sprinkled. We made sure to cover every single place where something strange had happened. Under the dining table. The corner where my daughter had looked at “someone” unusually tall. The kiddie room. The bathrooms. The utility area. The balcony. Both bedrooms. Inside the wardrobes. Everywhere.

We did not leave out a single corner of the house. It genuinely felt as if we were cleansing the entire apartment.

After that, I left for office.

When I returned home that evening and stepped inside, I immediately felt that something had changed. The house suddenly felt absolutely different.

It somehow seemed brighter - not physically brighter, but emotionally brighter. It felt as though some invisible heaviness or darkness had lifted from the place. Even today, I cannot say with certainty whether that feeling was psychological or real but the atmosphere inside the apartment had changed completely. For the first time in a very long while, the house felt peaceful and positive.

And strangely enough, it genuinely felt as if the house itself was reassuring me: “Everything is going to be alright now.”

And the house did not lie. From that day onwards, nothing unusual ever happened again. The TV and laptop never switched on or off by themselves. The strange sound from the kitchen disappeared completely. The toys never operated on their own again. My daughter stopped behaving strangely. Everything simply became...normal. It was as if whatever had been troubling us had suddenly vanished.

So many years have passed since then and we have genuinely moved on from those experiences. Life returned to normal, the fear faded with time and eventually the incidents became stories that we narrated to friends and family.

But one thing never really changed.

Even today, I feel uncomfortable between 3 and 4 AM. 

Spooky Tales from Our Stay in Kuala Lumpur

People who know me may have heard about the spooky incidents that happened during our stay in Malaysia. I have often told family and friends about the incidents. Me and my father were discussing the incidents yesterday and I thought I should write about them.

Background

I stayed in Malaysia for little over 5 years. I first went to Malaysia in November 2011. I had traveled alone and the plan was that my wife and daughter (2.5 months old at that time) would join me later. After reaching Malaysia and joining the office, I started looking for a good house. I was clear about what I was looking for. I wanted a 2.5 or 3 bedroom house. I wanted a room for my daughter and a room for visiting family members. I was looking for a nice condominium with good facilities for recreation. And unlike a lot of Indians that I met in Malaysia, I wanted to be away from Indian crowd. It was purely because I wanted us to leverage opportunity of mixing up with people from other nationalities.

The first step in the house hunt was to get the contact details of agents. I asked around and got 10-15 numbers. I called each one of them but most people said that they either do not have a house available or the house is out of my budget. Finally, I met three agents and each showed me some houses. I quickly removed one agent from my list (if I am not mistaken, his name was Zaki) as he only showed me houses in a condominium that was full of Indians. He did not have contacts in other condominiums. The second guy, an unusually tall Chinese man (taller than me), showed me only two houses (I actually saw only one of them) in a condominium called Mont Kiara Bayu. 

I asked about the meaning of 'Bayu' and I was told that it means 'New', which made sense as it was the newest condominium in that locality. However, someone later told me that Bayu originates from the Hindi word 'Vayu', which means 'Wind'. The condominium looked great and had pretty decent facilities. It was only about 10 minute walk away from the office and I quickly calculated the money that I would save. The first house that I saw was on 7th floor and was pretty nice. It was however slightly over my budget and was much smaller than the houses that I had looked at. Yet, I did not completely rule it out as it was fully furnished and had new and pretty nice interiors, fittings as well as appliances. 

I asked the agent to show me the other house and I was quite prepared to immediately finalize one between the two. The other house was on the 19th floor (if I am not mistaken). As soon as we stepped out of the lift, I noticed that something is different. The floor was not as clean as the other floors and I asked the agent about it. What he told me entirely changed my plans! He told me that few years back a dead body was found stacked in the refrigerator in the flat and some people believe that the house, the floor or may be even the entire condominium is haunted. That is why the cleaners did not spend as much time on that floor (understandably so). Two things happened immediately. One - I decided that there is no way I am taking a house in Bayu and may be even the next building (just to be safe). Two - It made me curious. I asked him what kind of incidents happened that triggered such feelings. The agent was reluctant and he did not share too many details. As soon as I reached the company guest house, I did some reading about Bayu and found that some people had written about lifts stopping and opening on that floor for no reason. Some people had also written about the feeling of being watched or followed. Bayu had witnessed another mishap. An old Japanese couple had died after being electrocuted in the bathroom. So, Bayu was completely ruled out. Next day, I told some of my Malaysian colleagues about all this. Malaysians are really fond of horror stories. If you go to a multiplex in Malaysia, you would find at least 2-3 horror movies getting screened. Naturally, the news spread like wildfire.

The next day, I met the third agent - Nancy, an elderly woman, who had a lot of advises for me - regarding house, life in Malaysia, weight loss etc. She took me to a couple of condominiums that were away from the office and were quite expensive. I think that was a typical agent trick that she played on me. Later, she took me to a condominium called 'Mont Kiara Pelangi'. 'Pelangi' means 'Rainbow' in Malay language. This condominium was less about 5 minutes walk away from the office. The facilities were okay but definitely fewer than other condominiums. There, we met another agent. His name was Leslie, a soft spoken Chinese guy. Though he was polite and soft spoken but somehow he also gave an impression that he has another side to him. Leslie was the actual agent of the house they were going to show and Nancy was facilitating the meeting (and getting a cut).

They showed me the house. It had decent interiors but nothing extraordinary. However, two things really went in the favor of the house. It had a bathtub. I could visualize my daughter having a great time in the tub. It also had a dryer, which I feel is a must for a household with an infant or toddler. I checked out the swimming pool , which was absolutely inviting. The gym was small. Pelangi  had two carpeted tennis courts and one of them could be turned into a makeshift basketball or Futsal court/ground. The condominium was peaceful and it ticked all the boxes. The house became our address during our little over 5 years stay in Kuala Lumpur.

Spooky Stuff

The strange incidents in the house did not start immediately. In fact, if my memory is not failing me, everything was quite okay and normal during the first 2 years (or so. Am little hazy about the timelines). Let me begin with the first incident.

The first incident actually did not happen in the house. It happened in a phase in which I was seriously trying to lose weight. My wife and daughter were in India for a short trip and I was alone at home. I used to go to the gym in the morning and for a swim on most evenings. On that day, I had gone for an evening swimming session. It was dark and there was no one around the pool. The atmosphere was indeed scary but I was determined to complete my swimming session. The pool had lights but the lights on one end (actually an entire half) of the pool were not working. 

While swimming, I started feeling a little scared. That was unusual and normal at the same time. Unusual because it was not the first time I was swimming alone at that hour. It was also not the first time when the lights in one half of the pool were not operational. So, it was unusual as I was familiar with these conditions. However, it was also normal because I usually do get scared easily. I let my imagination run and spook the hell out of me. On this day, I was so scared that I decided only to swim in one half of the pool - of course the half where lights were functioning. 

This helped me a little but then another strange feeling started to bother me. Every time I went under water, I could hear a lot of noise and even voices - as if a group is walking by or as if a pool party is happening. And every time I stopped to look around, I saw no one. I was also getting the feeling that I am being watched. Finally, I decided that I should go back as it was making me really uncomfortable.  

I picked up my stuff and headed for the changing rooms. The changing area was about 30 steps away from the pool. It had couple of wash basins with changing rooms on either side. The left section was for men. In this section, one had to take an immediate right after entering and it led to a passage. There were 3 booths on the right side of this passage and there were steam and sauna rooms at the end of the passage. The lights in the changing rooms used to remain on all the time however, on this occasion, the lights in the men's section was off. Though I was scared, it did not bother me. The switch was inside the changing room. One had to take couple of steps in the room to reach the switch and it was pitch dark at that time. Again, this did not bother me and I decided to step inside. As soon as I put one foot inside the changing room, I felt I have stepped on something furry. It was a weird feeling and I immediately reached inside to switch on the lights. What I saw inside would remain etched in my memories forever. The entire passage was full of hair. Not like the movie 'The Grudge' but still a lot of hair. It could not have belonged to just one person. There was no explanation of so much hair in the passage. That scared the living daylights out of me and I ran for my life. I was still in my wet swimming top and trunks but I ran through the long passage that led to the lifts and I stopped only when I got inside my house on the 9th floor. Once the nerves settled down, I tried to think of every possible scenario that could explain what I had seen in the changing room but I reached no where.

I do not remember when the second incident happened but I do not think it happened on the same day. It was probably on the next day or may be even couple of days later. But it took place pretty quickly. 

I have already admitted that I easily get scared. I would go ahead and admit that when I am alone, I do not switch off bedroom lights. Also, I always lock the bedroom door (that happens irrespective of whether I am alone or not) and keep checking the door regularly during the night. My bedroom was not particularly large. It had a queen size bed, a dressing table, a desk and few wardrobes. The door had a knob with a push-button lock. It made a loud clicking sound while locking as well as unlocking. 

In the night of the second incident, I switched off the lights in the entire house before going to the bedroom. After entering the room, I immediately shut the bedroom door behind me and locked it. As I was alone at home, I kept the lights on and went to bed. When alone, I hardly get deep sleep and I keep waking up. Each time I woke up, I checked the bedroom door and found it locked. 

And then it happened. 

I am not sure what time it was. No sound or strange feeling had disturbed me but I woke up. I opened by eyes and looked outside the window...hoping it would be dawn. But it was still pretty dark outside. I casually looked towards the door and was taken aback. It was wide open and I could see the dark room outside. The first feeling was not of fear. I felt strange. I immediately got up and shut the door. I pressed the button on the knob and it locked with a loud click. I came back to the bed. I was thinking how it happened. I started thinking of 'logical' reasons why the door would have opened. It was only because I absolutely did not want to think of other reasons. I watched something on my phone for a while and when I started to feel tired, I decided to try and sleep again. 

Barely few minutes would have passed when I heard that familiar clicking sound. It was the sound of door getting unlocked. I looked at the door and I saw that the door was slightly open. I kept looking at it in horror and then it slowly started to open further. I jumped out of the bed but was scared to get close to the door. Soon the door was completely open. There was no breeze. Only silence in the house, darkness in the room outside and horror in my eyes. I mustered courage and ran towards the door. I shut it with a bang and locked it. I checked the lock couple of times and tried pulling the door to see if the lock had malfunctioned. It was firmly locked. I then ran towards the windows at the opposite end of the room and opened them completely. Though there was absolute silence and darkness outside but that silence felt louder than the silence inside the house. I could see lights in the guard house of the opposite condominium. It was 9 floors below, good 300 metres away and I did not see anyone there. Yet, it offered some kind of assurance. I do not know for how long I stood there praying for dawn and hoping for no more activity inside the house.

By the morning, I had somehow convinced myself that the whole incident happened because I 'probably' did not lock the door on both occasions and 'probably' a breeze caused the door to open wide. But deep inside I knew that I had no choice but to go with these theories. After all, I had to spend few more nights alone at home till my family returned from India.

I cannot recall what happened the next night or during all nights till my family returned from India. I think nothing happened during those nights.

When my wife (and daughter) returned, I told her about the incident but both of us told each other that it was probably nothing. 

Several other incidents happened in the house and I would share them. But I do not recall the chronological order of those incidents. Not that you can validate the information from somewhere but I wanted to make that clear. I would now describe the other incidents in the house but they may not be in the right order.

Next Incident: Weird Sound

The office was at a distance of 5 minutes walk and I used to come back home at around 7 PM on most days. After coming home I used to play with my daughter and then we used to have dinner in front of the TV in the living room. Afterwards, I used to either work for some more time or used to go to bed. That was the routine on most days. One day, while watching TV in the evening with my family, I heard a strange sound in the kitchen. It was not an alarming sound and I ignored it. But then the sound came again. It is difficult to explain the sound but the closest I can get is that it sounded like a pencil dropping on a granite surface and then rolling. As I said, it was not an alarming sound but it made me curious. It kept happening for some time and then it stopped after about an hour. 

Next day it happened again. I looked at my wife and she was unmoved. I did not ask her anything but now my attention was no longer on the TV. I kept hearing the sound. Since it came at almost regular intervals, I started waiting for the sound. On that day as well, I did not tell my wife about it and the sound stopped after about an hour. This continued for several days.

Then one day, as soon as I heard the sound, my wife asked me if I have ever noticed the sound. Assured that I am not the only crazy one, I told her that I have been noticing it for a few days and I have been trying to figure out the source. My only theory was that it was probably a lizard. Lizards make a weird sound and am quite familiar with that sound. But I was thinking (or hoping) that Malaysian lizards make a different sound!! 

We went to the kitchen and while we were there, we never heard anything. As soon as we got back to the couch, we heard the sound again. By that time, I had studied the pattern. The sound used to start little after 8 PM and used to stop by around 9:15. During this period, it used to come at fairly regular intervals...may be 6-7 times during that period. I must say that we never felt weird or scared. It was probably nothing. But it did make us curious and we used to look at each other every time the sound started. I must add that we never heard that sound at any other time during the day or during weekends. 

Next Incident: Toe-be-or-not-toe-be

As mentioned earlier, our bedroom had a queen-size bed. I am 6 feet 3 inches and the bed was small for me. Typically, when I sleep, I do not like my hand or feet to be dangling outside the bed (as it scares me) but I had no choice. While sleeping my feet used to be outside the bed. 

One night, I got up suddenly as I felt that someone had scratched on the big toe of my right foot. I was sleeping with my face down and I completely discounted the incident thinking that I had probably rubbed it against the body of the bed. 

Several nights later, it happened again. Again it felt that someone had scratched on the big toe of my right foot. But this time, I had been lying on my back and my toe could not have rubbed against the body of the bed. I immediately folded my legs. The thought of waking my wife up did cross my mind but that would have been more dangerous than facing a ghost. I hugged my wife and went back to bed. This happened few more times in later weeks. Each time I convinced myself with a weird theory.

One day, in the office, I was having lunch with my Malaysian colleagues. Cannot recall why but we started talking about spooky incidents. My experience in Bayu was discussed and I was asked to repeat the whole incident. Then a friend talked about an incident that had happened with someone he knew. Some things had started to disappear from the person's house and he had no clue who was stealing the stuff. He tried lots of things including installation of cameras but nothing really came out. Someone suggested to him that he should consult an 'occultist'. Honestly, I did not even know the meaning of the word but as the story continued, I could make out that he was talking about someone who deals with the supernatural. 

When this occultist came to the house, he commented that there is negative energy. Another confession.....till this point, it sounded like a made-up story as who has not seen all this in movies!! But then the colleague told us about the question that the occultist asked the owner of the house. He asked if the person has ever felt someone pulling or scratching his big toe during the night...between 3-4 AM!!! That shocked me but I did not react or ask anything. As per the story, the occultist told the owner that someone who has the spirit of a child in his/her control is getting the spirit to steal stuff from the house. Since the spirit is of a child, it plays with toys lying around the house and such spirits are particularly fascinated by big toes. Honestly, every bit of this story sounded like bull crap but the mention of big toe alarmed me. I asked about why did the occultist ask specifically about 3-4 AM. I was told that in Malaysian culture, they believe that the supernatural powers are at their strongest between 3 and 4 AM. Later, someone told me that in some parts of India as well, there are similar beliefs. 

Nothing happened in next few days. I kept waiting. Not because I am brave. Because I am stupid....and curious. And then one night, it happened again. I got up because this time, I felt someone had grabbed the big toe and had shaken it violently. I immediately folded my legs and looked at the wall clock. It was 3:10 AM!!  

More Incidents: Between 3 and 4 AM  

After the toe scratching and pulling incidents, a lot of things started happening in the house. We would hear sounds coming from the other rooms. My daughter had a bubble gun, which played music and threw bubbles in the air. On couple of occasions, this toy started playing music from the other room. 

Once my wife got up in the night and felt thirsty. She checked the bottle and found that the bottle was empty. Both the things are unusual. My wife rarely gets up in the night and she is quite particular about filling her bottle before going to bed. She decided to go to the kitchen to fill water. She opened the bedroom door but decided not to switch on the light immediately outside the bedroom. The switch was right there but for some reason she decided not to switch it on. Then she noticed a glowing blue light in the dining room. It was coming from my laptop, which I had left on the dining table. I am 100% certain that I had put the laptop in sleep mode before going to bed but at the same time, I understand that sometimes laptops restart because of certain reasons. So, finding an on laptop was not unusual. She looked at the laptop and decided to step towards it and shut it down. All this in a dark room!!! Such people have the smallest roles in horror movies!!! But as soon as she took a step towards the laptop, the screen went dark and the laptop switched off. My wife ran back to the bed and slept without drinking water!! 

All these incidents and many more similar incidents happened during 3 and 4 AM. It started playing in my head so much that I started waking up automatically between 2:50 and 3:00 AM. I would curse my luck but remain awake till 4 AM. 

More Incidents: When My Daughter Started Noticing Things

   

We started feeling worried only when my daughter (must be 2 or 2.5 years old; as I said, my memory is a little hazy about the exact timelines) started noticing things and she started behaving strangely.

Once I was working in the dining room with my laptop on the dining table. My back was against a wall and I had my daughter (I think she was about 2.5 years old at that time) in my arms. She was looking at my laptop and was doing stuff that all 2.5 year old kids do. She was trying to press keys, pulling my specs or hair and was speaking in the cutest language that we adults unfortunately do not understand. This was going on and soon I started almost entirely focusing on the work. 

Then I realized that my daughter had stopped playing and was looking at me. She had this blank look on her face. When I looked at her and asked her what happened, it comforted her a little. And then she bent down and started looking under the dining table. Since that was an uncomfortable position for me to hold her, I asked her what happened and pulled her towards me. She again started looking at me with a blank but stunned look. I do not know what she meant but if I have to take a guess the look meant, "I cannot say anything about it or point to anything but can you not see what I can see". She again bent down and tried to look under the table. I pulled her and started to look under the table ...hoping to see nothing. I saw nothing and I asked her what she saw. She did not answer and kept quite for some time (may be 15 minutes). Then she got busy with her usual stuff...thankfully.

At that age, my daughter used to often raise both her hands and say "aaju", which translated to "lift me in your arms". It was pretty cute and she used to say that only to me and my wife (and to my parents, in-laws and my sister whenever she met them). She never used to say that to a stranger or even someone she had met multiple times. It was okay and that is how we wanted it to be. On one weekend, I was working in a similar setting as the previous incident. I was working on the dining table with my back towards the wall. From that position, I could see everything in the dining room, living room and even the kitchen. My wife was sitting on the couch and was watching TV. 

Then we saw our daughter standing in a corner, with her face towards the wall. She was looking at something that was way above. I am tall but she was looking at something which was way above my height. We called her and she looked back at us with the same blank look on her face. She went back to looking at that 'something' and then she lifted her hands and said "aaju". 

That scared us like anything and we immediately went to her and picked her up in the arms and took her away from that corner. We asked her again and again about what she was looking at but she did not utter a word.  

Then one night, after we had finished dinner and had come to our room, another incident happened. We had switched off all the lights but a small light in front of the bathroom was on. That used me our night light since I cannot sleep in a completely dark room. So, there was light in one corner of the room and the rest of the room was dark. We had just come to the bedroom and were talking and playing with our daughter. She was also in a playful mood and was saying and doing all sorts of things. Then she became quiet. We thought she has started to feel sleepy. We did not ask her anything and got busy with our phones. Then she suddenly sprang up and asked, "what is that aunty doing on the ceiling"?!!? (Of course, not as clearly but like a small kid would say something like this). But she was very clear. And she was not a kid who would say such random things. Now can you imagine our situation. We felt worried as my daughter was seeing things but we felt equally scared. Once again, we told each other some 'theories' and laughed it off.

Apart from these specific incidents, we started noticing changes in my daughter's behavior. She started speaking to herself. She stopped doing few things and she started doing some new things. It happens in that age but we still felt that something is very different. That was when we started speaking to my parents and in-laws about what we were experiencing at home.

Some other incidents

Once, my parents came to visit us. It was a regular trip and the incidents at our house had not triggered the trip. During the trip, we told them everything that we were experiencing. They were already aware of most of things as we used to talk to them quite regularly. But that was the first time, they were listening about the incidents while sitting in the house. My father looked concerned but only slightly. I think he did not want to make us even more worried. My mother was quite normal. She listened everything but her expressions suggested that she does not believe that there is any kind of supernatural reason behind all this. That was a little assuring and irritating at the same time. 

One night, I was talking to my father in the guest room. We both were lying on the bed and we were talking about all kinds of stuff. Not about the house. That night, I do not know at what time I dozed off. When I woke up around 1 AM, I noticed that the lights were on in the guest room. My father was sleeping. I went to check where the others were. My wife and daughter were sleeping in our room. My mother was sleeping in kiddie room. This room had a single bed. The room had a wardrobe full of my daughter's cloths. Her toys were also in the same room. We used to use the room for storing stuff, ironing cloths and sometimes as my study room on the weekends. This was the first time someone was sleeping in that room. I decided not to wake my mother up and I also did not want to leave my father alone in the guest room. So, I went back to the guest room and decided to sleep there. 

In the middle of the night, someone shook me and called my name. I looked up and saw my mother standing besides me. She had a 'confused' look on her face. She said that a toy had started operating on it own and was making all kinds of sound. I immediately looked at the clock and it was about 3:20 AM. I was not surprised one bit. 

We went to the room and I looked at the toy (the bubble gun mentioned earlier). It was still playing music. Since the bubble mix bottle was not attached, it was not creating and throwing bubbles. While the toy operating on it owns between 3-4 AM was strange enough, there were two more things that were strange about the incident. First, the toy had not started on its own in several months. The battery had drained long time back and we had decided not to replace it because of the weird incidents around it. Second, while discussing about the incidents at the house, we had told my parents about the bubble gun. She had laughed it off saying that it was probably because of loose connection.

While most incidents (except the strange sound in the kitchen) happened during 3 and 4 AM, few incidents did happen during the day. I had a laptop connected to the TV in the living room and we used to use it only for downloading and playing movies. The laptop did not have MS-Office and did not have any anti-virus. On several occasions, we noticed the laptop switching on and off on its own. For this also, I had a theory. Since I used to download movies and music regularly, I told my wife (and myself) that probably the laptop is infected with some kind of spyware and is being controlled remotely by someone!! This theory was working well.....till one day, the TV switched on for no apparent reason. This happened several times during the next few weeks. On some occasions, it switched off. On some, it switched on. On some occasions, it switched on and then turned off. We still sold 'chinese hacker' theory to ourselves.

We had told some friends about the incidents and everyone had the same question, "why are we still staying in the house"? 

Now, when I look back, I do not know why I decided not to leave the house. May be because it would have been costly to leave the house in the middle of the contract. May be because we were convincing each other with "logical or scientific" reasons. Or may be because we did not actually see a ghost. If there was a supernatural entity in the house, it did make its presence felt but it never harmed us. 

I genuinely believe in such entities. You can call them ghosts, spirits, supernatural entities or negative energy. My belief is that if there is a god (i.e., a positive energy), there has to be a balancing negative energy. So I do believe in ghosts. And when I get scared, I actually tell them that I believe in you and I know you are there so you do not need to reveal yourself to me or make your presence felt. Instead they should do that with a 'non-believer'!!!

How it all ended

When we started talking to our parents, my father-in-law asked around. Then one day he asked me if there is a place in the house where we pray. My wife is not religious. I do pray but I do not need a designated place for that. I can pray looking at a picture in the laptop or even without it. So, my answer was NO. He said that we must have such a place in the house. Honestly, this irritated me a little as I did not know how to create such a place in our house in Malaysia. He sensed that and said that he would come with all the stuff. Soon, my in-laws visited us in Malaysia.

They came late in the night and upon reaching home, we started talking to each other. Soon, we got close to the 'action hour'. I started looking at the clock and my father-in-law sensed that. He started asking about the incidents at home and we started discussing the incidents. 

Right then, the TV switched on. He looked at the TV and acknowledged that something is wrong. But he assured that everything would be back to normal the very next day.

The next morning, my father-in-law picked a spot in the house to set up the place of worship. I was not particularly happy about the location as it was in the living room. In a corner but still, in the living room. His logic was that when you worship, you should be facing east and that was the only place where that was possible. We went ahead. 

He set everything up and asked us to join him for the prayers. I noticed that he had kept a bowl there and the bowl had water in it. We completed brief and simple prayers. It was silent prayer. I do not know about what others did but I prayed for things to become normal and for my daughter not to be affected by anything that was present or was happening in the house. 

After the prayers, my father-in-law asked my wife to sprinkle the water in the bowl in each corner of the house and in every room. It felt that we are cleansing the house. I accompanied my wife while she was doing this and suggested places where she should sprinkle water. I ensured that water gets sprinkled at all the places where something spooky had happened. Under the dining table, the corner where my daughter saw someone really tall, the kiddie room, bathrooms, utility area, balcony, both bedrooms, wardrobes..everywhere. We did not leave any place in the house. Then I left for office.

In the evening, when I returned home, my wife opened the door. I got inside and suddenly felt absolutely different. The house looked extremely bright...as if dark clouds had been removed from the house. Do not know whether it was purely psychological but the house suddenly had an extremely positive vibe. I am not exaggerating but I honestly felt the house telling me that everything would be alright from here on!! 

And the house did not lie. Nothing....ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.....happened afterwards. The TV or laptop never turned on or off on their own. The strange sound from kitchen went away. Toys stopped operating on their own. My daughter never behaved in any strange manner. Absolutely nothing unusual happened in the house thereafter.

One thing did not change though. I still feel scared between 3-4 AM in the night.