It’s been a busy week. I’ll just use text for this post, no photos to share anyway. No luxury of time to “beautify” this post with photos too.
Remember my Sarawak road trip last year? We encountered a haunted hotel in Bintulu. I did not exactly feel “it”, only blurted something I normally won’t say and sort of being “rescued” by a friend who chatted with me via Facebook but most of my travel mates experienced “it” first hand. I’m not going to tell you which hotel, let’s just say it has many branches, one in Kuching, and another in Sibu. I guess most people might be able to guess.
I will split the story into several perspectives. Will share it from my side first.
It was an extremely cold night when we reached outside of the hotel. Very windy. I guess it’s due to the geographical aspect of this town. The journey was tiring, from Sibu with short stop in Mukah and then went straight up to Bintulu. The organizer did not book the hotel in advance and was told that all the hotels in Bintulu with star rating were running high and were not able to fit all 10 of us in one hotel. So we ended up in this haunted one because this is the only star rating hotel that could put all 10 of us up and even stayed on the same floor.
Finally! We had a place to stay and was supposed to stay for 2 nights but because of the scary encounters, we changed hotel the next day. The organizer check-in for us then gave us our keys, 409 and 411, I was very “lucky” to pick 411. So excited, finally we have a place to rest!! Next, we went into the lift to our room. None of us bringing our luggage and all of us were quite skinny. Suddenly 3 of our guys came into the lift to join us but the lift buzzed due to it being overweight, so we “kicked” our 3 travel mates who came in later out. Then the lift got no problem anymore. No one sensed anything amiss.
Reached our room, once I opened the door, my nose immediately felt itchy because it’s so dusty, smelt dusty too. Obviously the room was not occupied for a long time. We didn’t bother, didn’t want to trouble the organizer to change room for us, as long that there’s a place to wash up and sleep for the night was good enough. Even my roommate also complained the room was dusty. I saw small cockroaches roaming around the room and again, thinking of changing room but scrapped the idea once more. Upon seeing those cockroaches, I instinctively smelt the pillows because I was expected it to smell dusty or with cockroach smell instead the pillows smelt like someone who just came out from shower. Felt a bit strange but didn’t bother. The lighting was rather dim too. After that, we visited the room next to us, the atmosphere was very different, it felt cozy unlike ours.
I then just took out my laptop and went online. My roommate was sitting next to me. I was sitting on the dressing table which was situated next to the window. I started to go on Facebook and updated where I was on my phone. While doing so, I told her, “I don’t think I will dare to stay in this room alone”, she too agreed. Suddenly, a friend messaged me and we chatted. He said that he found out I had check-in to the hotel. Next, he asked me which floor I was staying. I said 4th floor. Then he told me that better don’t tell him it’s room 411. I was shocked for a bit. I didn’t even tell him which room and he just blurted out the exact room number I was in. I told him that he got it right. He quickly asked me whether I have a bible with me and whether I’m alone. Yes, bible app on my phone; and no, I have a roommate. He breath a sigh of relief. I didn’t bother to ask him what happened, not interested to know, was too busy with things to do. I did tell my roommate about it and she was quite shocked too but didn’t probe further. The subject of changing room came again from us after that.
Then, it’s time for dinner. We told the organizer that we wanted to change room. The organizer asked us why and I told him what I encountered. He then said he would help us with the changing of room. He went up to the counter asking to have our room changed with the reason that the WiFi wasn’t working but they didn’t want to change. He got a bit angry and told them what I encountered. He said their face did change a bit as if knowing that there’s something not right with the room. They then agreed to change for us. However, the organizer was kind enough too as he is going to pay for that hotel room even though we won’t be staying in there and pay for the new room we were going to move as well.
While waiting, one of our travel mates was extremely hyper than usual and kept punching the his friends muay thai style. He also kept insisting to drive all of us for dinner. We didn’t feel anything not right with him as he’s quite hyper usually, just not this hyper. So he drove all of us (one left earlier with a local friend) to dinner. After sitting down in the restaurant, he no longer hyper, he didn’t know where he was and he said he couldn’t remember anything after going into the room yet he’s now in a restaurant.
WHAT?!!? He’s possessed! Goodness! Luckily he didn’t kill us. My goodness! Are you scare now?
That’s it. My encounters with this supernatural thing. Next post, once I’m in the mood again, I’ll post about my roommate’s encounters.
