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Saturday, February 22, 2014
An Unforgettable Night On Maxwell Hill
is situated in Taiping, a district in the state of Perak. It is said that
during Colonial time, the British planted some coffee plants on the slopes of
Maxwell Hill, so local Chinese calls it ‘kopi sua’ (咖啡山) or literarily
‘coffee hill’. This name is still prevalent amongst the Chinese until today.
the above historical background, Maxwell Hill is also famous as a recreational
area. Taiping folks like to exercise a lot; we can see people hiking Maxwell
Hill early in the morning and during late afternoon. Since it has a cooler
climate, Maxwell Hill is also a place to escape tropical heat. There is a
resthouse about 7.5 miles from the base and more bungalows further up for those
who prefer to spend some time on top of the hill.
Maxwell Hill is known as a tourist spot, it is also renowned as a pretty haunted
hill. There is a particularly haunted bungalow half a mile away from the
mentioned resthouse. This is the story of that bungalow:
who has settled in USA returned to his hometown, Taiping for visiting his
parents and relatives. His relatives booked the said bungalow for the family
reunion as they thought Mr. Wong wouldn’t be able to withstand the extremely
high local temperature that may reach a height of 95oF in the
whole day’s fanfare, everyone was tired and retired to their rooms to rest
leaving Mr. Wong who was still sitting in a sofa in the living room thinking of
next day’s activities… He just wanted to make the most of his visit this time.
Perhaps it was due to his excitement; Mr. Wong just couldn’t sleep so he just closed
his eyes and rested in the sofa. Suddenly footstep sounds was heard from the outside
corridor. It was ‘thub, thub, thub…’ at first from afar and gradually the sound
reached the front door.
that be at the dead of the night?” Mr. Wong thought.
giving much thought, he opened the door to investigate as he worried that
someone may have urgent issues ore needed help. To Mr. Wong’s surprised; he
couldn’t find a single soul along the corridor. Indeed, not a single sound
except his own breathing would be too loud comparatively speaking.
Wong decided that it was his own mind that was playing the trick on him. So he
closed the door and went back to his sofa for a rest. As when he thought
everything was over, the sound ‘thub, thub, thub…’ repeated.
Wong found himself opening up the door more due to curiosity this time but didn’t
give it too much thought. Well, again, there was nothing there and it was dead
Mr. Wong felt a chill came up from his spine and shivered. It was as if he was
stripped off all clothing at once. As recalled by Mr. Wong, the feeling was as
if he was dipped into icy cold water.
“I felt a
gust of cold air approached me inch by inch. I had goose bumps all over my body
and as if even my hairs had stood up like a porcupine! I was frozen with fright
and couldn’t move.”
familiar sound ‘thub, thub, thub…’ was heard approaching Mr. Wong until his
intuition told him that ‘something’ was at his back and a whisper was heard: “Jump
down from the balcony and all your worries end there…”
“I was at a
dilemma as whether to turn my back and find myself face to face with an ugly
demonic face, or to follow the voice by jumping down the balcony which was about
50ft high. Well, though it was cold, sweat started to flow down from my
forehead to my eyes and cheeks; and you wouldn’t believe that it took me quite
an effort just to turn my back finally.
indeed to my surprised… there was nothing there! Even the chillness and the
pressure were gone.”
ordeal, Mr. Wong half walk and half drag his body to his room. As when he was
about to shut the door, he heard the familiar sound of ‘thub, thub, thub…’ reverberated
along the corridor accompanied by the shrieking laughter of a young girl. It
was more like a cry and far from joyous.
In Mr. Wong’s
never forget that shriek, it was more like the howling of a dog; that was the
most awful and yet paralyzing laugh I have ever heard. I thought I was
hallucinating due to too excited or I have mistaken the wind as the laughter…
my wife asked me in the morning if I have heard some sort of Banshee laughter
at night; I just kept silent but hasten her to pack up to leave the bungalow as
soon as possible.”
So, next time when you want to spend a night
on Maxwell Hill, remember to get a company and please don’t wonder outside
alone after night. I am not sure if you would be so lucky to get the same
bungalow as the above, but no harm of being careful.