Three friends and I decided to pay Genting Highlands a visit last week. This trip was supposed to be a relaxed 1 night weekend break but I think overall it didn’t go that well. We got there pretty late and ended up not doing much. We dropped by at the Chin Swee Caves Temple beneath Genting Highlands. Was supposed to stay the night at Amber Court but I almost peed my pants.
If you would like to skip straight to the ghost story, scroll to the bottom.
It was beautiful. Serene and peaceful
(although Genting is known to be well haunted)
We were thousands of feet above sea level
The huge Buddha monument and the journey on which they explain about the phases of Buddhism.
This apparently is what happens in hell if you sin in life. The punishment includes slicing your tongue, digging out your womb and eyes. According to a certain Buddhism belief, there are 18 chambers in hell. The more you sin, the worse the torture. They even cook your soul alive in a pot of cooking oil or hook you to ‘death’. So you think Buddhism is cruel? You might think these are a whole lot of jack shit, but since I’m a born Buddhist, I have the obligation to respect the existence of such beliefs. The few things that can you do to bring you to hell in Buddhism’s books – cheating, fraud, abortion, gambling, deceiving people, and even false accounting. Not to mention raping and murdering. Life is too short to do evil.
Be kind when possible, it’s always possible. -Dalai Lama
The name Chin Swee is named after the late Genting’s pioneer Mr Lim’s reverend.
Back to the Amber Court story, why would I plan to spend the weekend there? My dad was offered a free stay at Amber Court from a membership club. Free! Everyone loves free stuff! The last time I stayed in Amber Court was 12 years ago, and barely remember the place. It’s beneath Genting Highlands, about 15-20 minutes drive down. And I warn you, the rumours are real. It’s fucking creepy alright. On our drive there, we passed by abandoned buildings like these. It was very quiet and our car was the only vehicle on that route.
It looks either 1. obviously burned down 2. completely consumed in algae
The super duper famous Amber Court, famous for being one of the most haunted places in Genting, or rather in the world. It’s not advisable to stay here.
The Ghost Tale..
It was really cold and damp that afternoon. We stopped at the main entrance of Amber Court and gave second thoughts about entering the place. Thanks to Wayne, he suggested we should have at least a look since we’ve driven all the way here.
As we entered the lobby, there was only one receptionist at the counter on his game console. The rest of the area was empty and hollow, all sundry shops were closed down, as if I have just entered a building under renovation. The entire building was so vacant you could listen to your echo traveling through the hallway. We asked to check in, and guess which floor we were given? It was the 14th floor! According to Chinese superstition, number 14 signifies a bad omen. I requested to change to a lower level but the receptionist insisted it can’t be done, giving me reasons such as “That’s just the policy”. What’s the point to tell me a policy without any reason at all? Bullocks. Clearly, there were hardly any guests in this apartment, or perhaps none at all, so the only policy I can see here is he just couldn’t be bothered. Or perhaps, it was his intention to get rid of us by giving us the haunted room I suspect.
Not intending to waste any more time, we took the keys off him and entered the lift up to the 14th floor. It was quite a slow journey up, it gave some time for my thoughts to wander about imagining if a ghost would stand before us when the doors opened. Of course, imaginations remained as imaginations. Quiet and cold, we walked out of the lift and towards our room. What a surprise, the door had padlocks on top of the keyhole, strange. Wayne inserted the keys, it took him awhile with a bit of a struggle. In the midst of the struggle out of no where…..
….I suddenly heard a girl howl. A howl like a wolf. A howl like you have always heard in scary movies. It wasn’t like someone getting raped yelling for help. It was what one can call the ideal howling of a female ghost. The howling lasted 5 seconds long and I swear I was NOT hallucinating. At this point, because the way this story is framed sounded much alike scary movies, some of you may be laughing hard thinking “this poor little girl is delusional” or “she must be too tired or it must be the sound of wind coming through”. Well I can assure you, it’s neither of those. When someone is put in a pin drop silent and “dangerous” situation, they naturally have a heightened sense of awareness and alert. To me, the sound was crystal clear. However, I couldn’t recognise where it came from so I looked around and everywhere, wondering where’s the source of the noise. It was so weird, didn’t seem to come from above or below. All apartments are tightly shut and enclosed with no opening to outdoors for wind to come through. It was like a surround sound which went like “Aaaaaaaaaa…….” with a long echo following. As soon as it stopped, I turned around and asked the rest, “Guys.. Did you hear what I just heard?”
All three of them nodded.. Right away, I felt as though my legs were crippling.
Moments later, Wayne managed to open the door. I had no idea why we still wanted to check out the room after hearing noises. He pushed it open, it opened slowly with creeky noises. And one of the boys said, “My goodness. Why is the fridge opened?” It triggered panic. It was nothing really but his reaction to the opened fridge caused panic in all of us so Wayne shut the door and all of us walked quickly to the lift and checked out. All without a doubt. We wanted to run but the guys were pretending to stay cool and calm. When I returned the keys back to the receptionist, he did not question me at all. He obviously knows this place too well. It was barely 5 minutes and we heard voices already, let alone staying for night.
I still remember that scream so clearly in my head. I never really believed in spirits and ghosts despite hearing stories from families and having minor encounters myself, but this occasion gave me reassurance that ‘they’ indeed exist, somewhere, somehow. We drove away without looking back, telling ourselves to never step into Amber Court again, even if I get paid to go. That’s when the saying goes, there’s no such thing as free lunch. Ask anyone who knows about Genting Highlands, this place is widely known for it and it s not a myth. I wouldn’t be surprised if famous ghost-hunters would pick this location for their documentary.
Ok, that was bout it. Thank God that was it.
I’m aware that paranormal and supernatural experience can be refuted with scientific reasonings, I would not completely omit the possibility of that. However, when we can gather and weigh the factors altogether, some times, things are almost unexplainable and I’d lean towards believing it as true because “you just know it”. This was one of those times.
Have you got a story too with Genting Highlands?