Something Grabbed My Ankle

Before this incident, I never had problem going to washroom alone. Due to this incident, I grew wary whenever I goes to washroom alone. And what I was going to type here is all true and up for you to judge. I wonder if anyone have the same experience like me... Let's see. And my story will begin after this paragraph, it all happened in a shopping mall in my country, Brunei Darussalam. This so called Yayasan Shopping Complex.

I was shopping there with my family on a typical Saturday, looking for clothes and a birthday gift for a cousin. By then, I was only a 12 year old kid. After going through sections and sections of clothes, I feel the urge to go to the toilet. So I got my mother to accompany me to the washroom which is available on the clothing section. I never liked that washroom myself as it always felt strange for me with few mannequins on the side before the toilet. The washroom now had been renovated by the way and does not appear scary to me anymore. It used to look old, kind of dimly lit and isolated. Mirrors used to be dirty. Quite a far difference from before.

So, there's 3 toilet inside the washroom. My mum used the 1st one and me the last which is the 3rd one, nobody was in the 2nd toilet. My mum came out before me, and before she came out, I heard people go into the 2nd toilet with a loud bang. Everything was fine, I thought. Just seconds later, when I was about to leave the toilet, my hands on the door, something grabbed my ankle.

I was shocked and unable to move my right ankle which was grabbed. I looked down on my ankle out of natural response, what I saw, to this day, I can't exactly describe, yet will always remember. It's a pure black skeletal hand getting a firm grip on my ankle with no intention of letting me off. BLACK, LONG, SKELETAL. I kept trying to get loose by repeatedly jumping, trying to pull my leg away. Surprisingly, it just disappear suddenly like the way it appears and I rushed out from the toilet, finding that NOBODY WAS IN THE 2ND TOILET. (SO, WHAT IS IT I HEARD DOOR CLOSED WITH A LOUD BANG AND HAVE NOT HEARD THE DOOR OPEN!?). Realising I was left alone in the washroom, I rushed on to find my mum waiting for me on the clothes dept. After a while, we went home. I didn't dare to speak a word after coming out of the washroom.

When we reached home, I told her the whole story and she just brushed me off as imagining. After a few years went by, rumours had it. People was gossiping that particular washroom was haunted, many sightings happened. And lastly, it was being renovated. I KNEW WHAT I FEEL AND SEE YET NOBODY BELIEVES ME. After this incident, I became more sensitive to those presence by being able to sense those presence and able to see 'things" sometimes.

I have a few more experiences after the incident that I would like to share. But next time since I don't have enough time for now. Welcomed to comment and ask questions and opinions. Sorry for my bad English.