It's one of my few unforgettable experiences I still live to tell. It was still scary given my friend got the worst of it, and better when one of the few with me during those few nights can really freak out to real spooks. As for me, I cannot sit quietly about it just to make sure whatever that I felt was not me alone. And after comparing experiences, I was not delusional about what happened then, and my companion turned somewhat quiet... And pale.
The many things we get to share or tell, or even listen, is either the eternity occupant in a haunted hotel room has either slit wrist in the tub, hung self in the middle of the room, drowned self with pills or to the best horror, flinging self off the balcony to his or her death. However, the one who stayed with us through the three days, two nights of our stay was a woman who had slit her wrist. We didn't get to interrogate the staff about it, but the tingling sensation left behind told me other wise.
Why were we there in a group? We had a cosplay event held in one of biggest halls in Kuala Lumpur (Surprise! I'm from Malaysia) and to save traveling time and fuel, we booked a room and split the cost with a few other girls. As usual, we'd park our bags in a corner to avoid tripping over and face plant somewhere, we'd bring out unfinished props to work on overnight or watch some TV before we hit the bed. On my first night, I ushered everyone to bathe first because I wanted to soak in the tub. So while waiting for everyone else to use the bathroom, I watched some TV and devoured some snacks.
The last to bathe before me looked really confused or taken back when she came out. I suppose it happens when you stay out and could have misplaced something or anything when there is something wrong somewhere with the service or quality of the room. She didn't say anything but called me that she was done bathing. I happily skipped in and had the toilet all to myself. After filling up the tub with warm water, the pleasurable soaking began as I listened to some mild music.
After a while of soaking, must have been pretty long because I sort of dozed off in the tub, that was when I awakened to a strange tingling feeling on my wrist. It felt as if something sharp pressed against my skin but it didn't hurt- or just the feel of it. I opened my eyes, thinking I must have touched the tap with my foot or the shower head lying next to me but none of that was in sight or within reach. Strange to say, it felt like a feminine presence looking down on me as if why am I occupying the tub and? Feeling her cold glares, all I could do was say aloud, "Sorry if we bothered you, but we will be leaving as soon as our stay is over. I'm sorry if you feel that we intruded your living quarters, but blame the staff! We were given this room!"
To my relief, her presence faded from my senses and I got out of the tub as soon as I could, given my fingers looked like raisins. It felt strangely sad... And the tiny tingles remained. Just to make sure it wasn't anything horrible, there were no red marks on my wrist. Thank goodness it wasn't anything angry, I thought. Thinking back again, what did my friend went through before me?
After the stay and event was over, I got home with much relief, happy to be on my own comfy bed again. After a week, my friend (the one who bathed before me) came by for a visit. After much chats and all, she brought up the bathroom incident, asking if I've experienced anything in it. I didn't say anything at first until she took in a deep breath and said this, "Could anyone have pushed my back in an enclosed shower cubicle?"