My name is Jane. I was born and grew up at Sabah Borneo. I have been reading the stories here and decided to write my own experience. I'm not a very good writer so here goes.
It happened in 1998 when I was 16. I was on the phone with my then best friend Mel. But first let me describe my house. I live with my parents, siblings and grandfather in a two storey house. My grandfather's room is at the ground floor while me, my siblings and parents' room is at the second floor. Our house was located at a top of a hill and at the front house next to the road is my grandfather's small rubber plantation. This road was the only road used in our village and because our house is at the top hill there is no nearby house from our house. So it is quite lonely and the tall rubber trees adding to the eerie feeling.
Now back to my story. It was around 8pm when my best friend called me on the house phone (back then we don't have cellphone) to discuss about our coming exam. The phone is at the ground floor living room and next to the phone is a window which overlooks the road and I like to look out from the window while talking on the phone. During this time I was alone at the living room as both my parents is praying rosary at our second floor living room and my grandfather is asleep. My brother is having a shower while my younger sister is in her room.
While I was on the phone with my best friend I can hear a motorcycle sound coming from the bottom hill. So as always I look out the window to see who it was. The motorcycle sound is quite loud as if the rider is having trouble handling the machine. When the motorcycle is in view and it reach right in front of my house suddenly it gives a loud roar and flip on its rear tyre throwing the rider off. The rider stands up immediately and run towards me with horror while screaming for my grandfather for help. At this point my grandfather and parents was rushing to the door as they heard the distress call from the rider.
The scary weird thing is when my grandfather and parents went out to the front veranda, the rider (which is my uncle) just came up running from the bottom hill. At this point I ended my phone call with my best friend and frantically told my parents I saw clearly my uncle fell from the motorcycle and ran towards the house screaming for help. But my uncle shaking from fear said it was not him and told us when he was on his way home, after passing the village cemetery he felt his motorcycle getting heavy as if the motorcycle is running on its own. At first my uncle tried to control the motorcycle thinking it is broken but when it start going up the hill on its own my uncle felt scared and jump from the motorcycle on the bottom of the hill and watch in horror his motorcycle going up the hill on its own as if someone was controlling it.
When my uncle finish telling us what happened, my sister with pale face told us she saw the motorcycle run on its own before it fell from her bedroom window (we can see the road from the room window). After hearing my sister, my poor uncle ask my father to send him home using our car leaving his motorcycle on the road.
The next morning my father went to take the motorcycle and put it in our garage for my uncle to collect when he is ready. My grandfather said maybe my uncle got across with a playful spirit while passing the cemetery and the spirit decide to give my uncle a joy ride. Until now I'm still puzzled who I saw that night riding my uncle motorcycle.
Thank you for reading. Sorry for the bad writing.