Pasir Putih story
Who in Brunei do not know where Pasir Putih is? Its a long and winding stretch of road in Telisai joining Tutong and Belait, perhaps more famous because of its pure white silica hills surrounding the area hence the name, Pasir Putih or white sand.
Apart from its ‘snow’ness, Pasir Putih is also known as a haunted, lonely road. Not sure how true this is as there have been many stories on ghosts roaming the road. I am yet to encounter one. Not looking forward to it actually. Malam apa ni ah?
Have a read at this story which came to my Inbox today. I voted this story to be the best 2009 email for making me read with suspense.
This happened about a month or two ago near Pasir Putih, and even though it sounds like something out of the X-Files or from Alfred Hitchcock Presents… it’s real! This guy drived from Muara to Kuala Belait and decided to drive after midnight as traffic is usually less.
The inevitable happened when he reached the Pasir Putih area, his car broke down – he was stranded miles from nowhere. Having no choice he started to walk on the side of the road, hoping to get a lift to the nearest human habitation.
It was dark and raining and pretty soon he was wet and shivering. The night rolled on and no car pass by, the monsoon rains were so strong that he hardly saw a few feet ahead of him.
Suddenly he saw a car coming towards him. It slowed down and then stopped next to him. Without thinking the guy opened the car’s door and jumped in.
Seated in the back, he leaned forward to thank the person who had saved him when he realized there was nobody behind the wheel! Even though there was no one in the front seat and no sound of any engine, the car started to move slowly.
The guy looked at the road ahead and saw a curve coming (remember, this is in the hills and there is a steep drop beyond the curve).
Scared almost to death he started to pray, begging the Lord for his life. He had not come out of shock, when just before the car hit the curve, a hand appeared through the window and moved the wheel so the car made the curve safely and continued on the road to the next bend.
The guy, now paralyzed in terror, watched how the hand appeared every time just before a curve and moved the steering wheel just enough to get the car around each bend.
Finally, the guy saw lights ahead. Gathering his courage he wrenched open the door of the silent, slowly moving car, scrambled out and ran as hard as he could towards the lights.
Wet and still in shock, the guy headed to a roadside nightstall, which was open, and asked for water. He started to tell at whoever was in the stall about the horrible experience he had just gone through.
A silence enveloped everybody at the stall when they realize the guy was not crazy, and was really frightened – he cried and shoke. So they gave him more water and talked about what they should do, whether to call the police or find a bomoh (witch doctor), send him to the hospital or what.
But then another two guys walked into the stall. One of them said to the other; “Look Daud! That’s the jerk who got in to our car when we were pushing it!”