This happened to me a couple of years back, and I've never actually told anyone about it until now. Mainly because it shocked me to the core when it happened and I never really recovered from it. Just thinking about it sends chills down my spine and goosebumps are travelling up and down my skin from the top of my head to the base of my testicles.
I was chased by ghosts.
Yes, you read read right. And no, I am not kidding. And no, it was NOT a dream. There are some traumatic things in life that you could probably just say, 'Fuckit, it was in the past. I am over it. I am now moving on with my life.' But not this. I could never 'get over it'. 'Moving on'? Well, thats a relative term for me.
In 1999, I worked in a fruit packing facility in JB. Not many people know this because I didn't tell anyone and, well, lets face it, after all the shit thats happened, I didn't last a week in that place.
Anyway, at the time, I was desperate. I had to find a job. Money didn't grow on trees and I needed the cash to pay for my bike and other expenses. I didn't really wan't to skimp off my parents, as I was staying under their roof, eating their food and watching their TV.
One night, after dinner with a few friends, I walked back to my bike and I saw an ad pasted on a telephone pole. 'Looking for Packing Manager.No experience-Nights shift. xxx salary, Work at xxx company, call xxx.' I looked at the ad and I figured, fuckit, I could do that shit. I've heard of the company and it did deal with import and export of fruits and shit. Why not? The money's kinda good. At least, until I moved on to my what I'm actually qualified to do.
So I got the contact number and called. A chinese lady answered and judging from her voice, she sounded kind of bewildered that I called. Which I found odd but I dismissed it as just some disgruntled secretary being attacked by the Red Army or something.
'Hello, xxx company,' she answered.
'Um, yeah,' I said. 'I'm calling for the post of Packing Manager. I saw your ad on a, uh, (in retrospect, I questioned myself, Why the hell did I answer an ad pasted on a telephone pole?!? I mean, who does that shit?!?!) an ad that I saw for the post of Packing Manager for the night shift?
I heard a sudden gasp of air on the other line.
'Uh, hello?'
'Y-yes... so you want apply for that job, ah? You have any experience?'
'No', I said. 'The ad said no experience requred?' Then I went on about my experience in so and so, past experiences and such.
'O-okay... um, you sure you want this job ah? Your experience different from this one. You may be over qualified, leh..'
'Miss, it's okay lah. I dont mind. I'm just doing this for the experience,' I lied. I need money, bitch!!!
'You come tomorrow can? We explain the job and you can start,' she paused a little, ' tomorrow tonight?'
No problem. I made my appointment and met up with the lady the next day. She introduced me to Mr. Lee, her boss. He was about fifty, fat, bald and smelled faintly of eggs. But he was fairly pleasant. He showed me around the warehouse, briefed me on what I had to do, fairly simple work. 'Sometimes the day shift workers get sloppy and drop things on the floor. This give trouble to our forklift, part of your job I want you to clean up. Simple job lah. You also need to take stock bla bla bla...' I glanced to the floor and noticed some yellow packing materials. 'Ok,' I said, shrugging.
As we reached a section of the warehouse, I noticed Mr. Lee glancing at an enclosed space next to some plywood walls. It was a rectangular box and painted blue and about the size of a container. Y'know, shipping containers, made of metal. Heavy as shit? Those.
'Whats in there,' I asked. As I looked at the box, a sudden chill swept over me. I looked at Mr. Lee and he sighed, but a look of terror flashed on his face for a second. 'Theres nothing in there. This area you no need to come and check. This area only morning people clean. I noticed the workers around there were keeping a wide berth from the blue box. The area WAS fairly dirty. Who the hell did the cleaning there? Stevie Wonder?
My shift started at 10pm. So after a late dinner, I put on the yellow uniform that I was given earlier in the day and I went off to work.
I was assigned a small desk in the middle of the warehouse and my first task was to sort out some orders and take stock of some random fruit or whatever. Now I'm not exactly what you would call a scaredy-cat but there was something about that warehouse that bothered me but I couldn't put my finger on it. The place was quite huge, with shelves and plywood walls scattered around the place. My first impression was, damn, this place is like a maze.
I glanced down and the yellow packing materials was everywhere! It's like those bastards in the day shift intentionally left it on the ground for the new guy to clean up. Motherfuckers! So I took a broom and pan and went down the aisle, cleaning as went. That's when I heard a faint noise from somewhere within the warehouse. I looked behind me. Nothing. Probably some stupid cat catching some mice or something. I continued my cleaning, cursing those bastards as I went. I turned a corner- packing material! Turned another corner, more packing material! Fuck!
The noise started again, this time it sounded closer. I looked back and to my absolute horror, there it was, about 8 feet away from me, a red figure coming toward me at speed. I couldn't really describe them because I was scared shitless. Why? Because its feet weren't touching the fuckin' ground, man!!! Shit, it didn't even have feet!!! I was being chased by a ghost! I hauled ass!!!
Like I said, the place was like a maze. I ran past a corner, and only then did I realize what's worse than being chased by a ghost - it's being chased by 4 ghosts!!!!
Thats right, out of nowhere, 3 others join in the chase and I prayed to God there were no more. I ran and I ran, stepping on all the packing materials and some of them sticking to my pants and shoes. I ran towards my table and nearly slipped when I stepped on a piece of fruit, I think it was a cherry, I forget. The ghosts got closer and I turned a corner and ran into a stack oranges. I just fell head over heels in a wave of citrus. At the time I figured, I'm dead! I glanced back at the ghosts and they looked at me as if they were scared shitless. A faint blue glow started to emanate from their ghostly bodies. I put two and and two together and inched my way towards them. They seemed to back away. I inched a bit more. So did they. That's when adrenaline pumped through my veins and I started giving chase to those bastards. I laughed a maniacal laugh as I managed to punch one of them in the head. And another. And another and finally, the red one. They exploded and I saw for a second, their eyeballs floating just above the floor and scattered off in different directions.
In a daze of adrenaline rush, I managed to locate the exit and I just hauled ass to my bike. Fuck this job. Nothings worth this shit! I went home and just slept. Surprisingly, I never got a call from Mr. Lee or the secretary and I figured, they probably knew the reason why. Calling me would be futile as I'd never go back to that place again.
As I was writing this, I thought I'd probably if I drew a sketch of what the ghosts looked like. WARNING: The images below are scary as shit. I would recommend you look at it with the lights on.
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Scary, right?
