I have a friend who is a retired bachelor and lives alone in a huge condo at Kelana Jaya. He converted his 4 room condo into a single room bachelor's pad overlooking a nice PJ view. Every year, he would habitually go alone on back-packing travels in overseas like 7 months in total. All his life he has been a rather weird antique collector and filled his whole house with only antique furnitures, vases, collectibles and statues. Only his kitchen uses modern day cabinets & washing machine. I have terrible phobia to enter his house whenever he called me over. I have no problem walking in a cemetery alone at night but not his house! His whole condo unit is filled with sad and weird ghosts who were mostly past owners of all the old antiques in his house.
EEEeeeeeee! So damn eerie and all my head & pubic hair are standing upright now!
The wandering ghosts were too attached to those old antique wares and would still cling to them until TODAY! Whenever I visited him, I would have to chant mantras non stop otherwise the football field of spirits would bite and suck my frequency hungrily as no one offers them food and prayers for over a hundred years. The ghosts would murmur all sorts of noise everywhere like really hungry and desperate ghosts calling you.
Yesterday morning, I went over to fetch this weird and grumpy friend to the airport at 4.30am as he was flying off to India. He never allowed me to shoot any photos of his place no matter how I begged, so I just used my mobile phone! He is very rich but lives inside this dark haunted place with poorly lit small lamps! So my photos are so damn shit Blurr, no matter how I photoshop the sharpness & brightness. Forgive me yeah but at least I am sharing a real haunted place in this blog.
The dark entrance into his unit on the 14th floor. He changed all the entrance doors with some ancient shophouse's sliding wooden door! He hung a matching big wooden sign with carved gold letters in Chinese. His front is so different from the neighbours because he is gila.
This is his tea parlour where he would occasionally entertain. Guests would sip hot oolong tea using antique pots and cups.
He has many floor to ceiling shelves displaying few hundreds of antique Chinese female artisan statues and animal figurines backdating to the Ming and Tang dynasties! They all cost a big bomb today. He would buy same pattern in dozens like one shelf displayed over a dozen of exact Laughing Buddhas and birds! What's the reason he has to collect so many exact pieces? He is really Siau Lang as I have pointed out.
This is his drawing room where he paints calligraphy and relax on his favourite Manchu's canvas deck chair. These corner pieces were mostly produced before the fall of Ching dynasty, judging from the typical scholar outlook of Emperor Puyi's era . I know some antique details as I had to study bloody Art History before in the States. I bloody hated that subject lah and copied during exams! Ha ha ha!
I am pretty sure my friend is the incarnation of an old Chinese Empress or bitchy mouthed concubine as he has all the mannerism like one, with harshest flaming mouth like the Empress Dowager. He could even cleverly arrange this long Rosewood Pearl inlaid bench with gold leafed screen standing behind and flanked by 2 Ming Dynasty vases holding 100 peacock feathers! This is similarly to how Empress Dowager CiXi arranged her corner inside the Summer Palace in Chengde, China.
He stores all his clothes and boxers inside the many trunks and beautifully carved Rosewood chest of drawers.
This is the most horrifying poster bed where he sleeps at night. It's all bloody RED COLOUR from the bed sheets, blankets to the hanging drapes and wall. This is very bad and any Feng Shui master would agree to this as unsuitable colour choice to sleep. I am sure the hungry vampires suck all his chi and energy at night, making him so ill tempered like a slut bitch.
This is the Opium Bed which is too dark to be seen but many ghosts are always lying on it still inhaling pipes of imaginary opium. I never liked to stand near this opium bed. This is the only dwelling place with the most wandering spirits I had ever encountered and blame it on my friend for inviting them! It is not a wise idea to collect too many old antiques at home.
I went home that night, too tired to cross over gold paper flames to cleanse the following ghosts clinging to my clothes and body. As a result, I had a very bad nightmare that burglars stole my passport & money. I just cried so hard in my dreams as I would be traveling this Friday. I woke up in disbelief that my passport and cash are still with me! Yippeee!
I will smoke my whole house tonight with the Tibetan weed incense and the spirits would leave.