Haunted University Hostel in Malaysia | Real Ghost Encounter (2018)

The time period was 2018. At that time, my wife, who was my then fiancée and is my current wife now, was studying in Malaysia at a government university. I was studying at a university in North America. So, during that time, we had to go through a long-distance relationship for a few days. Malaysia and the country where I was staying, North America, had a significant time difference — almost day and night. That means, if it was midnight here, then in North America it would be midnight, but in Malaysia it would be around 3 PM or so. There was quite a time gap.

Let me tell you about what happened that day. My wife was living in a university hostel, and to describe her university hostel, the building was a square-shaped building with a big common ground in the middle where people could walk around. It was a huge common area in the center of the large square-shaped building. Her room was exactly opposite the field — I mean the room opposite the playground. That room was haunted. It was haunted because many years ago, a Chinese student studying in Malaysia — there are many Chinese students who study there, and they would know this — that a Chinese student had committed suicide in that particular room many years ago. After that, no one who wanted to stay in that room could do so because they would face very strange incidents.

Like in our country, there are many such incidents constantly happening in Malaysia as well. In every neighborhood, these stories are very common — they talk about black magic, talismans, jinns, and many such events. Since we are both Muslim and they are also Muslim, some beliefs overlap of course. So naturally, they also have some superstitions like ours. Considering all this, that particular room was sealed off, and no students were allowed to stay there anymore. In fact, even the rooms around that room were also avoided by students.I can make sense of why I wouldn’t want to stay in a room next to another room where someone had hanged themselves from the fan at night. It would be extremely scary to stay there, like it’s haunted. It doesn’t matter that there’s a partition in the middle of the room. Because of that, no one stayed in the few rooms around that room either. I remember the incident from that night very clearly. I had an exam, my final exam, and after finishing that exam, I was coming back. My wife was also studying in Malaysia at the time. It was nighttime for her but daytime for me. Suddenly, she needed to go to the bathroom at night—it must have been around one or one-thirty AM there. She studied late into the night, usually going to sleep just before dawn after praying. So she left her room to go to the bathroom. After leaving the room, she felt like she saw some movement exactly opposite her, at the far end of the field in front of that haunted room. At first, she thought maybe because her room was lit up and the corridor outside was dark—since everyone was asleep in their rooms—it was just a trick of the light difference. She didn’t pay much attention to the movement in the room across the field on the opposite side. But every time she turned her neck, she would see the movement again. She kept walking down the corridor. After exiting the room, if she walked straight left, the bathroom was at the end of the corridor. As she kept walking in the corridor, suddenly she felt something soft touch under her feet. She stopped immediately. When she looked in the dim light, she saw one of her cats had crossed the path. The cat went a bit further away and looked at my wife with a lot of anger and fury, like the way a cat growls angrily when it’s upset.

My wife was panicking. First of all, in the beginning, she didn’t pay any attention to the opposite room where I was in the haunted room. She didn’t notice any movement in front of that room. Within a few seconds, a cat stepped on her foot, and the cat was staring in that direction. At one point during the night, around 1:32, she got a little scared because the story definitely exists. There are many stories in the hostel—every hostel in Malaysia seems to have many stories. So she got very frightened, terrified even. In her panic, suddenly she, for some reason, looked back at that room again. The cat was right in front of her, glaring that way, but within a few seconds, she looked at the room again. And then what she saw, she was never prepared for that, and no one in the world would ever be prepared to see it. She saw that something was floating straight from the front of that room, coming toward her. It was a figure.

My wife then told me it was a white, kind of transparent, see-through object in the shape of a human, floating toward her room. It was coming, moving closer and closer. By then, everything inside her froze; she went pale. She was extremely scared, terrified. The scariest part, as she told me, was that the shape looked like Casper—transparent, a whitish, see-through object with a very creepy appearance. She couldn’t see it clearly in the dark, but from what little she could tell, it was the kind of terrifying face you see in ghost movies. I mean, something very unusual was moving toward her. It almost crossed the field halfway; after crossing halfway, it would be right in front of her room. Now she was terrified beyond measure. Immediately she looked back toward the building again.

All this happened within a few minutes. I am describing it as if it were a long story, but actually, all of this was visible in just a few milliseconds—the sight of these objects becoming visible.Immediately, he looked toward the corridor again and saw that the cat was gone—gone meaning there was no trace of it anywhere. He was in almost a stroke-like condition; he had no courage left, no strength to move. But gathering all his remaining strength, he remembered a prayer verse, something he had learned. He ran straight to his room, went inside, and locked the door. The light had already been on in his room, so he immediately turned on his reading lamps, including his roommate's reading lamp—as in, both of them stayed in the room. His roommate had gone to his village for New Year’s; the girl was at her place. Still, he turned on his roommate’s reading lamp too, roughly making the room as bright as possible so that he would feel less afraid.

Now, what happened was that in the hostel, his friends nearby, in other rooms, kept trying to call him. He was calling everyone, but no one answered. Meanwhile, within a couple of minutes, within a couple of seconds, there was a very loud banging on his room door, repeatedly hitting and making a loud noise—as in, imagine the kind of intense fury or aggression when someone kicks, hits, or punches a door to open it. Someone was consistently banging and pushing the door with force. The noise was shaking the door continuously. He was terrified and in a state of panic, utterly distressed.

In the meantime, he kept trying to call his friends, but no one answered. Not knowing what else to do, he immediately went to YouTube on his phone, played Ayatul Kursi, and played it loudly. The moment he did this, the first thought that came to his mind was that since Ayatul Kursi is a very powerful verse for us Muslims, one that we listen to or recite when we are in such danger and those who have it memorized…So she slammed it down very loudly, as if trying to keep that evil force away from her. The moment she did that, the banging on the door instantly stopped. Tarif, too, was frightened and crying in panic, not knowing what to do. She felt really, really helpless at that moment. Her roommate wasn’t even around; in fact, very few people were nearby in the adjacent rooms either—maybe one or two, or maybe none, she wasn’t even sure because everyone was away on leave to watch a Chinese show.

At that time, while her phone was ringing, she stayed isolated in her room, scared and crying. Among those she’d been calling just a little earlier, one of her friends called back, saying that she lived in a block very far from the hostel—like some block at a good distance. After she returned the call, my wife started telling her everything as fast as she could, all her fears and everything, crying while explaining. After she explained, she said, "Maneshi needs help. She needs help," and asked her to bring someone to rescue her because she couldn’t get out of the room.

Right when her friend was calling her, her phone’s torch went off, then immediately the banging resumed on her room door. And now something very interesting, something quite strange happened. Along with the banging, someone started crying very pitifully, in a very sudden tone, calling her name repeatedly. I mean, it felt like someone was crying out in pain, continuously calling her name. She got even more scared, even more terrified. Instantly, she turned off the torch on her phone again.As soon as I let go, that thing decreased a bit again, the door is no longer there. Meanwhile, his roommates were coming too. Since they were staying in a block a little farther away, it would take them about seven or eight minutes to get there after the "give check." So the difference in that moment when they were coming—I had just finished my exam at the same moment. It was daytime here, but nighttime there. My exam was over. I knew he was at home, in his room. So I called him on video call. Yes, [music]. I saw a lot of light inside his room. I asked what was going on, why was everything lit up so late at night? Were you planning to sleep or not? He said, very briefly, that this situation happened with him, and that he married me as soon as possible. He gave a brief explanation. While he was briefing me, suddenly, during the video call, the screen suddenly turned black and white like night vision. It’s not like we turned on night vision— I don’t know if you can do night vision on an iPhone video call or not, no idea. I certainly did not do it intentionally, and he wouldn’t have either. But all of a sudden, our video call screen turned black and white. I was seeing him in black and white on the phone, and he was seeing me in black and white on his phone. In fact, now, as I say this, I can easily recall that exact same time, the same situation. Every time I recall it, I get the same old goosebumps. It was a scene. He got even more scared and started shouting, “Why are you black and white? Why did you turn black and white? You’ve gone into my phone, you’ve gone into my phone!” saying all that and screaming.

I said that something probably happened—maybe a glitch, maybe a phone issue, or something else. There was nothing to panic about. I was telling him to calm down. At the same time, I was also terrified. Why was I terrified? Because during the daytime here, there's no question of seeing in black and white, there’s no reason for night vision to be on, and neither I nor he did it intentionally. More importantly, I could see his eyes were completely bright red—bright red. His eyes would get terrifyingly red after waking up. His eyes were that red, while everything else—black and white: his hair, face, everything—looked black and white. Only his eyes were red. I was so scared that every hair on my body stood on end, but I didn’t want to show him that. I wanted him to be a little brave. I said, look, they have residential teachers in the hostel, the proctor or the teacher who is there to look after the girls. So, I said, your supervisor is coming, the hostel supervisor is coming, just wait a bit. I’m on the phone; there’s no tension, no reason to be afraid. I was telling him everything over the phone. He was crying, and I could feel it in his eyes too. I was looking at the screen; I was looking because he said, "Your eyes look terrifyingly red here." That means he meant me. The way I was looking at him, he was seeing me the same way—my eyes red, everything else black and white. I was very panicked. It was daytime, there were many people around me, my classmates, so many people nearby, which means I had to consider the surroundings. Then I felt so bad for him—in that condition, he was almost senseless or something like that. He couldn’t even look at the phone or hang up because I was on the phone. It was a matter of courage. Alhamdulillah, amid all this, at that time, his girlfriend, the hostel supervisor, plus two or three others who are medics in the hostel, came to his room. They knocked on the door and called for him.

So at first, he was scared, feeling like the same thing was maybe knocking again, disturbing him. Then later, when they called again, he realized it was okay—they were coming. They told him not to worry, that they were on their way. They took him away after frisking him. After frisking him, he was told that for tonight, he should stay with his friend, with his girlfriend. The room his girlfriend had was like a big room where about five girls stayed, with bunk beds. He thought, okay, that’s fine. There are many people in those rooms; if at least some people are around, maybe these things won’t disturb me.

So he went with his girlfriend. He was scared, crying. During that situation, he talked to me and told his parents—they were scared too. While all this was going on, it became around 3:30 or 4 am. Then he went to sleep. He went to sleep and I went back to my class. I resumed my work; actually, I had a class, so I went back to his regular routine. After going back, okay, he lay down to sleep. Those incidents ended there, or rather, the matters got resolved—or I mean, the problems were solved.

But what happened next was that he fell asleep. Suddenly, he felt like there were many shadows, many shadows in that room. Now, what was he? He was already asleep, either dreaming or maybe awake watching, he can’t recall. He still can’t remember. He felt like there were a lot of shadows, a kind of foul smell in the room. He turned his head and saw that there was no one around in his room. When he said no one, he meant in the room he was sleeping in, and even his girlfriend’s room didn’t feel familiar to him. There were no beds, no people, nothing there.She was lying alone in a room, on a bed in the central area, and around her there might have been some mist. Actually, she was experiencing paralysis or something like that. The intensity and panic were high in this situation, and then she felt that someone was kneeling right next to her face in the room. She was lying on the bed, and right beside her face, someone was kneeling. She just turned her head slightly to see the thing that was floating towards her from that haunted room. That figure was kneeling just a few inches away from her head, just a few inches from her face, looking at her and smiling very sinisterly. She could no longer hold on. She was a very strong girl up until then, but after this whole night’s battle, at that moment she couldn’t run, and she lost consciousness.

Now she had lost consciousness. In the morning, all her friends were getting ready to go to class or return to their regular routine lives. Everyone was getting ready, but they saw that she wasn’t waking up or moving at all, and her eyes were closed, but slightly. Most of the time her eyes were not completely closed but half-open; that’s how some people sleep, with their eyes slightly open. Her mouth was open, and her friends thought to themselves that this was just a natural way of sleeping.

Then she was called to see if there was a class or to check on her or to inform her of something, so they came over and called her to get up. But she did not get up. They tried to wake her, pushed her a bit, made her sit up, but she still didn’t wake up—her sleep was not breaking, literally. In this situation, they became even more scared. The girls were terrified and started crying. It became a very intense situation at that moment. Immediately, the hostel supervisor was informed.During the day, the hostel supervisor, who is a very religious man—Malaysians are generally quite religious, just like people from our own country—came and began quietly reciting many prayers and Surahs into his ear. As he continued reciting, at one point my wife regained consciousness. After she woke up, she told me that only one line stayed in her mind; she felt as if someone told her in her sleep, "A’udhu billahi min ash-shaytan ir-rajim" (I seek refuge in Allah from the accursed Satan).

After hearing this, she woke up. However, the hostel supervisor kept reciting prayers continuously, for about 20 to 30 minutes, going on and on. He was also gently shaking her, stroking her head, and trying to lift her up, but she wouldn't wake up. In this state, she later said that the one line kept spinning in her head, making her feel she had to get up, and eventually she did.

This incident traumatized her so much that for a long time, she couldn't even organize her thoughts clearly when recalling the event. It took her a very long time to recover from that mental state. That very day, her father came, took her back to Bangladesh, where she was shown to a psychiatrist and a religious healer (huzur). Many treatments and processes were done. For many nights, she suffered from nightmares and was unable to sleep through the night out of fear. She kept the room light on constantly and needed people around her.

She was in a very traumatized situation for a long time. Of course, she had family support, but it still took a great deal of time for her to recover from the trauma. She required a lot of counseling and we had to visit our religious teachers many times. We also needed to seek help from psychiatrists, combining treatments. After all the efforts, Alhamdulillah (praise be to God), she eventually recovered. Now, Alhamdulillah, she is doing very well and has not faced any such situation or problems since then.