Often we hear spooky stories involving highways in Malaysia. This is because there is a belief that there are spirits of accident victims haunting certain highway areas.

However, we must always be cautious on the road to ensure a safe journey to our destination and to avoid unwanted incidents from occurring. A girl shared her experience of getting lost on the Kajang-Seremban highway late at night due to her GPS leading her to a location that sent shivers down everyone’s spines.

Read the full story below:

Greetings Fiksyen Shasha readers, I’m Wawa. I want to share a story of my own experience. This story took place in the year 2015. It was a Friday evening. That night, my friend Hana and I had planned to go out for dinner. I set out from my home in Hulu Langat towards Hana’s house in Putrajaya at 9 PM.

We decided to have dinner in Nilai town that night (I don’t know why, suddenly she suggested we eat there).

After we finished eating, it was already 11:30 PM. I decided to stay at my aunt’s house in Mantin, as both of us were feeling sleepy by then (that’s what happens when you decide to eat far away, haha).

Besides, Mantin wasn’t far from Nilai. I wasn’t quite sure of the way to Mantin, as I rarely visited, so I set the GPS to Kolej Lagenda because my aunt’s house was in the apartment area nearby. That was the only landmark I could remember. We started our journey, passing through the Pajam area, the GPS kept showing us to go straight and straight, then it directed us to turn left. There, we entered a residential area with terrace houses. It seemed old and dark. All the houses there looked old. Maybe they were all trying to save on electricity. But there was something strange… Me: I don’t remember having to pass through this housing area with my mom. Is the GPS correct?

Hana looked at the GPS again, checking the screen displaying the route. Hana: It’s showing this direction, let’s just keep going straight ahead there. Another 500m.

I was puzzled because my aunt’s house was in an apartment, not a terrace house.

Old. Dark. Silent.

I slowly drove towards the direction indicated by the GPS, and the GPS voice said ‘You have arrived at your destination’.

I froze. In my heart, I recited many prayers. In front of me was a temple, surrounded by bushes. The temple looked ancient. I looked at Hana, and Hana looked at me.

Me: What location did you set earlier?

Hana: Kolej Lagenda, see, it’s here.

I checked, and indeed, it was pointing to the right location. I turned the car around, trying to find a way out. In that residential area, I could easily get lost trying to find the way out. I reset the location to Kolej Lagenda, but the GPS still directed us towards the temple. I told Hana, “Na, recite Ayatul Kursi a lot, Na.” Shortly after, I finally found a way out. The clock showed 12:30 AM. I resumed the journey. The location was reset. But another strange incident happened. Suddenly, we entered a village. There was a small roundabout, and the GPS directed us to take the first exit (clockwise).

We continued until we were instructed to ‘turn right’. I didn’t turn right immediately; I braked suddenly. Hana was startled and asked me.

Hana: Wawa, why did you brake suddenly? Scared me.

Me: Hana, are you sure the GPS said to turn right? Seriously?

Hana: Yes, see, it’s right here.

Me: Hana, this way (pointing with my finger).

‘Muslim Cemetery’

Hana was stunned. Silent. Speechless.

I quickly accelerated the car forward. In my heart, if there were houses or open areas, I wanted to turn and leave immediately. And I turned in front of an old wooden house. My eyes caught something. A tattered white cloth hung on the stairs of the wooden house. The house was dimly lit, making the white cloth stand out. I dared not look left or right. I quickly turned the car in a flustered state. I don’t know if Hana saw it. I passed by the cemetery again, and the GPS directed us to turn left (since I had turned earlier, the cemetery was on the left).

But this time, I did not turn left immediately. Until we reached the same roundabout, which was puzzling. I circled the roundabout three times, returning in front of the cemetery, but I couldn’t see the way out. I felt uneasy.

I stopped by the side of the road but not near the cemetery. Hana remained silent.

The GPS repeatedly directed us to return to the same place. I couldn’t see any houses except for the old wooden house.

I recited Al-Fatihah, Ayat Kursi, and the 3 Qul many times. Only then did I see a signboard indicating the direction to Nilai, Pajam, etc.

I left the area, and then Hana said, “Hey, just sleep at your place. Then head to the LEKAS highway.” I agreed. We exited the LEKAS highway from Mantin. I thought the disturbance had ended, but something else happened…

We drove through the LEKAS highway via the Mantin exit. The time showed 3 AM. From 12:30 AM to 3 AM.

I was physically and mentally exhausted, but I continued the journey, eager to arrive quickly. At first, after the Mantin exit, I could still see 2-3 cars speeding ahead, leaving behind my Myvi. In my mind, “Yes, there are other cars.”

Hana, however, remained silent since entering the LEKAS highway. I asked Hana, “Hana, are you okay? Normally, from Mantin to Hulu Langat, there aren’t many cars, 30-40 minutes is enough.”

But Hana remained silent, just bowed her head and said, “Hmm…” Maybe she was tired, so I left her alone.

I continued the journey, but at that time, there were no cars on either side. My car’s speedometer showed 120km/h, but I felt like my car was unusually slow. “Na, why is my car so slow? Even after stepping on the gas, it feels like it’s moving like a tortoise.”

Hana didn’t respond, just kept her head down. I turned to look at Hana, and saw a white fabric hanging outside her window. I looked back to the front.

I checked the rear-view mirror. Pitch dark. I couldn’t see any white road lines or street lights. I looked at the side mirror. I could only see the white road lines. I felt uneasy.

I took my Yaasin CD and put it into the player. Suddenly, Hana turned it off. I turned it back on, and Hana turned it off again. This girl, playing games with me. I turned it back on and raised the volume. I left my hand on the radio.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Hana staring at me intently. Suddenly, she bit my hand. I screamed in pain, fortunately not losing control of the steering wheel. Hana started alternating between crying and laughing, rambling.

I recited the Ruqyah verses I remembered, I was too scared to look at Hana. Suddenly, Hana said, “Are you scared? Hahahahahahahahaha!”

Then she continued laughing and rambling. She pushed me, screaming at the top of her lungs. The car almost lost control, almost hitting the divider several times.

I shouted “Allahu Akbar” three times and then made the Iqamat. I didn’t know what to do. Ahead, I could see the toll. After paying the toll, I stopped the car by the side of the road. I saw that Hana was silent, slumped over, possibly unconscious.

I called my parents. It was 3:45 AM. At 4:30 AM, my parents arrived with an ustaz. The ustaz drove my car to their place.

There, he restored Hana’s spirit, advised her to rest, and my family took her to my parents’ house. I called Hana’s parents after Fajr.

At 10 AM, Hana woke up, still feeling dizzy. I told her to shower and eat. Her parents had arrived at my house by then. I asked Hana what happened last night. She said when she exited the LEKAS highway, she saw someone wearing a white garment waving at her.

She then looked down, and after that, her mind and body felt weak.

“Something was bothering you, your hijab was secure. You are a young unmarried woman; you should be at home at this time of the night. Your friend’s spirit was also weak, and coincidentally, she’s elderly, so it’s easier for that thing to disturb. Luckily, she didn’t follow you home; otherwise, it might have been harder to protect you both. From now on, don’t go outside at night,” the ustaz said to me.

Since then, Hana and I stopped going out at night. We always made sure to be home before 10 PM, haha.