hahah great idea for the meetup and i'll be too scared..i have alot of stories too. but this one im gonna tell left the most impact in me.
i was 5 or 6 years old then. 9pm plus plus. u see, i and my sister had to sleep in the hall because there wasnt any room for us. my sister wasnt at home that time( forgot why ).
just lay down on my mattress. u see, my mattress faced this mirror i hated so much about 3 meters apart. ( for the malays, its quite common to have those type of mirrors with weird weird shape and got carvings, dont know how to explain la. )
then it happened, a hand, just came out of the mirror, trying to grab something for donoe how long. what did i do? what can i do?!? i just lay there, staring, i could hear my own teething errr...vibrating? oh man. i was like paralysed. after 10 mins than i could move i ran straight to my mum, who was preparing supper. hugged her ( scared, u know!!! ) then she ask me go read the muslim holy book.
maaaaaaan its more than 10 years ago and i remember it like it happened yesterday.
and its now 2.30AM!!! omG why must i stumble on this thread at this time!?!?
and oh this is true.