Construction Site Ghosts
I have been working in this industry
for a long time. I have heard a lot of stories about strange happenings related
to this industry. Some believe that this is so because spirits stay in isolated
places like trees, abandoned houses etc and when these types of places
are cleared for development, there’s when we encounter those from the other
side. Whether this theory is true or not, I do not know, but I admit that I
personally have experienced some things that is hard to explain.
Anyway, a client dropped by last
night. After the usual moaning about the state of the construction industry, he
related to me, the strange encounters he had in the site that he is working in.
He is currently working, renovating
an old and large colonial bungalow near the border of Selangor and Negeri
Sembilan. That place must have been abandoned for a long time as the garden was
overgrown with weed the height of a man. Most of the paint on the structure has
peeled off and what remained has turned mildew yellow. The wooden framing for
doors and windows have long gone missing
except for small decayed portions of the frame.
The present owners wanted to spruce
up the place so that they can attempt to sell it. He managed to secured this
project which was basically to fix that place up.
He stationed 3 of his Indonesians
workers there including an old portable cabin placed within the compound. The
cabin was intended for the workers to stay in and also to be used as a mini
office.
However, two days after that, he
received the desperate call from his workers’ that they do not want to work
anymore. Fuming, he rushed down there from his Cheras office/house. His workers
refused to say anything except that they do not want to stay there. As a
compromise, he booked a room in a budget hotel at the nearest small town, a
couple of km away. They were willing to work there during day time provided
they leave by 6pm.
A few days after that, after dinner
one night, he realized he left some drawings at the cabin which he needed for a
meeting. He drove down there, and got there just before midnight. As he was
exhausted he decided to spend the night there at the cabin.
He woke up in the middle of the
night as he thought he heard some sound. However, after listening for a while
and not hearing anything he decided to go back to sleep. Just as he was about
to doze off, he again heard something, this time he barely but was sure he
heard children crying. Puzzled he went out to check but the crying stopped and
everything seemed normal. He finally managed to force himself to fall asleep.
Early the next morning, he met up
with his workers to instruct them what to do that day. Just before leaving, he
decided to climb up the scaffolding to the platform on the second floor to
inspect on the work done. After he was on the platform, he noticed a few sets
of footprint on the platform. Nothing really special about it except for 2
things. It was made by someone who was bare footed and it was about half the
size of an adult foot print!
He quickly erased those foot prints
thinking there must be some explanation. No point scaring his already jittery
workers and jobs are so hard to come by come by.
On his way out, he stopped by a
small roadside stall, at the “main” road. The stall was run by an old Malay
lady in her sixties or seventies. As she brought over his drink she asked
whether he is working at that old place. He briefly told her that he is
renovating that place. The old lady nodded and said, “Jaga. Tempat kotor” (Be
careful. Place is dirty). Further attempts to obtain further information was
met with a smile and the shake of the head. Finally, when finally paying his
bill he attempted one last question asking what the place was used for
originally. With a sigh she sat down and told him that a long time ago, when
she was just a little girl, that building was used as an orphanage. One night
it caught fire…and most of the children were killed.
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