Showing posts with label Gua Musang. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gua Musang. Show all posts

Thursday, November 21, 2013

A Dark Isolated Road to Gua Musang

A Dark Isolated Road to Gua Musang

I have written in my blog about the little town of Gua Musang, about a “Tourist Guide in Gua Musang, Kelantan”. However a reader has also encountered a spine chilling experience about his car trip to Gua Musang.

Gua Musang is a small town and is sometimes called a railway town. I am also told that Gua Musang stands for “foxes cave“.

Haira lives with his sister, Ziana, and brother-in-law in Kota Bahru which is the capital city of Kelantan. Kota Bahru is approximately 110 km from the Gua Musang, where they are from originally. There was some celebration and the three of them was rushing and driving back to Gua Musang at night after work.

Road to Gua Musang in Kelantan

It was dark by the time they reached Gua Musang road when Hairi, who was seated at the back, was half dozing.  “Alomak!..” yelled Hairi’s brother-in-law as Hairi saw the motorbike way in front of them swerve and almost lost control of his motorbike. The biker then simply sped away at very high speed.

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Tourist Guide in Gua Musang, Kelantan



Tourist Guide in Gua Musang, Kelantan

A tourist guide in Gua Musang meet up with up with up with a spooky vision and soon after is possessed by an angry spirit.

Rozita who is in her late twenties work in a travel agency. Rozita can speak in multiple language, in Malay, English and in Cantonese and Mandarin (Chinese dialects). They have local tourists and Chinese from the mainland China who is planning for a trip to Gua Musang in Kelantan. Rozita who is a travel guide selected by her agency because she well versed and familiar in the different languages.



A Road Sign to Gua Musang in Kelantan

Gua Musang is a quiet town and the largest district in Kelantan, Malaysia. The town is surrounded by limestone hills and rock-climbing is a popular pastime and the renowned Guanyin Temple. It is however a land lost in time and steep in superstitious ghostly beliefs and many blood-chilling tales are told and whispered by word of mouth. 


Limestone hills at Gua Musang

That particular day, Rozita and their clients (mostly ‘aunties’) were in their coach, when their clients insisted that they be left down in the roadside stalls selling all kinds of local fruits. The coach stopped at the narrow road and they got down and were excited snapping photos and buying fruits. While this was going on, Rozita waited on a tree beside the road. 

Rozita fell a sudden cold icy breeze blowing on her body and she quickly look around her. It was evening time and the sun has set but there was no wind about her. Then she saw a hazy translucent object nearby the bush and it flashed and sped away. Ah Chew, the driver, asked her whether she was alright and she mumbled that she fine. Rozita just brush it off thinking it only her imagination.