My family consists of my husband, me and my three kids. Five of us. But I have an additional "invisible" member. Psst Psst. Read on :)
Do you know of, or heard of, the term "mayang rumah" ? Some sort of a "penunggu rumah" but normally, a "penunggu" is
A mayang rumah is a being/thing that sorts of belongs to the house (like the soul of the house?) and most of the times they dont bother you, they are just there, but of course as all normal things goes, there would be some "naughty" ones, not bad or evil but naughty. I am sure sometimes when you are alone, you'd get the feeling that someone is watching you? or someone is behind you? Ha, ha .. dont worry, its just the mayang rumah having fun. Trust me, harmless. How I know all this? I've had my fair share of experiences with all kinds of the other beings, ghosts, orang bunian, evil spirits. And a mayang rumah is the best of them all. You getting spooky yet? Ha ha, wait till you hear my story of my mayang rumah. Janganlah takut nak datang my house pulak lepas nie ok ! I guarantee you, he does not disturb my guests. I have warned him that I will evict him if he does. Oh yes you can evict them if you want to.
My other tenant is a young boy. I caught a glimpse (shadow) of him one night when I went into my son's room and he crossed from the kitchen into the dining hall. Definitely a HE. Abt the same height Azam is now. And that explains to me about the things that happened around the house. Its young and being young they can be mischievious. What entity? Not a ghost for sure or an evil spirit. I was not afraid. I was "terperanjat dog" for a few seconds but I was not afraid.
This one is naughty. He likes to hide stuff. Our things would go missing and later we'd find it in the most unlikely places, my ipod shuffle that I left on the table went missing only later to be found in one of my handbags, a bag that I never use (it was a gift and it wasnt really my kind of handbag hehe);
Car keys thats has its own place that was found in my rempah cupboard; or I'd taken out a knife to use for cooking, went away to get something, and voila the knife was back in its place. Or the time when I was filling out the medicine box and left the vitamin bottle on the kitchen top , walked away to get something and a scoop of the vitamins were neatly piled up on the table, waiting for me. Arlina lost her bangles, earrings, and stuffs that would later be found in my room, or in the kitchen or somewhere. And many more.
Yana has my sensitivity. She can sense things and thank god so far cant see them. I see them once in a while and trust me, you dont want that eye. Yana is not a morning person. I have to physically shake her to wake her up in the morning when she was schooling , or threaten her that the next time I came up to wake her, it would be a pail of water splashed on her. Many times he helped me. Her blanket was pulled. Her toe was tugged. She's quite used to him teasing her that way. Once she stubbornly stayed in bed, he pulled her eyelids! He hid her stuff too.
Arlina was studying late night one time and she could feel him standing behind her. And a whiff of touch at her elbows that jutted out from the table. She went straight up to bed. Azam had his fair share of losing things and few times he sort of breathes air at his face. Whatever went missing would eventually turn up again. We would normally ask him politely to return back our stuff and true enough, few days after that we'd find our stuff again. Very few occasion it'd just go missing. I guess he liked it too much to give it back.
My husband went to bed early once because he was tired. He was still awake when I went to bed. Apparently for a few times, just when he was about to drift into deep sleep, he whispered "psst, psst" into my husband's ears. My husband never really believed in his existence, even though he cant explain some of the things that happened. But the psst psst changed his mind. And that's how he got his name too.
I wore this special socks to bed. Its supposed to help with blood circulation and also supposed to help me with my heel spur problem at that time. One morning I woke up to find that the socks were not on my feet. At first I thought that I'd probably took it out during my sleep and didnt realise it. But after doing up my bed, the pair of socks was no where to be found. It cost me almost a hundred bucks for that socks. So I sort of you know, talked to him. Took out another pair of socks and asked him to return back mine and he could have the other pair. Two nights after the "talk", we were about to go to sleep. I always put my handphone under my pillows, its my alarm clock. So I put my hand under my pillows and felt something. And there it was, my pair of missing socks. Uugh. I left the other pair out since I promised a trade. After two days, I told him that if the socks were still around that night, I'd assume that he didnt want the trade and would take them back. It was there and I quickly kept them back. Somehow, I didnt use my special socks again he he. Would you?
The thing is, none of us feel afraid of him, but my husband wont spend the night alone in our house. LOL. And he is "one of us". Sometimes when I could feel his presence, I would recite the ayat Kursi and some quran verses, and I could feel him still there. He did not go away. An evil one would have scattered. There was one time that I felt his presence rather strongly. I was alone. So I decided to set my terms with him. No harming any members of the family and absolutely no playing games with my guests. No entry into our rooms and bathrooms when we are in our rooms (I dont think he'd ever peep while I am in the shower, buta kot haahah). There I was talking to no one. (All the time wishing that he would choose not to answer). Keep his mischievious-ness to the minimum. Or I will be forced to evict him out.
He is still here with us. I could feel him from time to time. He hasnt been as naughty as before. Once in awhile I guess he cant help it. I was about to leave the house one day and remembered I needed something from upstairs. Left my car keys on the table. Came down and it was missing. I was late and a bit miffed. "I want my keys back now". Went up to get my spare keys, just in case. Cant afford to spend time looking, was really late. The keys were back on the table. Did I not see them earlier? Its a whole bunch of keys, not one key and the table was totally empty !
Sometimes I wonder if he could actually help us if intruders were to enter our house. Like warn us, wake us up? Or spook them away? Help me with laundry, folding and ironing? hahah yeah I am pushing it, I know.
I have the habit of saying "assalamualaikum", when I come back and unlock the doors. Sometimes I wonder what my reaction would be if he decided to balas my salam one day?
A Yikes and an eviction rites? hahaah I dont know. And I hope I wont have to know. And psst psst, if you are reading this behind my back, you dont want to get evicted, do you?
So, do you have a psst psst in your house?
More to come soon ... blame zarin LOL