Author: koopseni

Patin Promise, by :):(

Once upon a time, a fisherman named Awang Gading found a baby by the river. He brought her back and raised her like his own daughter. He named her Dayang Kumunah and she grew up to be a beautiful woman. One day, a wealthy young man named Awang Usop saw Dayang by the river. Immediately struck by her beauty, he proposed to her, and she agreed, on the one condition that he must never make her laugh.

After many happy years together, the man watched their children laugh and play. He wanted his wife to join in, but still, she refused to laugh. After much coaxing and playful teasing, she broke into a fit of laughter. Realising what she had done, she covered her face in shame and ran into the river. The husband gave chase, only to find his wife in her glorious true form: an ikan patin.

Grieved that her husband had broken his oath, she began swimming away. Right before she left, she told her husband to take care of their children, and reminded him that his future generations can never eat an ikan patin as it is as if they are consuming their own kind.

Thus, is the story why many Sarawakian Malay are forbidden to consume ikan patin.

Black Bamboo Forest, by Icytrus

The whole bamboo forest were in deep silence with an ambience of distance fire crackling in the far ahead village. Ambers of fires were flown by the chilling night air through the openings of the black bamboos. Red scarlet glow can be seen in the air above the village. Screaming humans, sounds of metal clashing resonates through the thick bamboo forest. Humans parts were strewn all over the ground in pooling bloods. As the chaos of the night slowly died down, a pair of hands stretch out and and holding one of the head tenderly, blood blooming on the fabric. Then she whisper:

It’s fine now child~

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Smile for the camera, by havesomeblue

I never had a doll for most of my childhood because it creeps me out a lot. It was something about those dark rounded eyes that pierce right through your soul, as if you stared long enough, something flickers in them. It could just be my imagination, or is it? From porcelain dolls to nutcrackers to teddy bears is a no go for me. My grandmother once told me decades old story, passed down through the generations. I never wanted a doll laying around me ever since.

“I sat and stared…

For years, I watched every move you made, listened to every harsh word you directed at me. I endured the hatred. And as time passed by the cracks and holes grew larger on my once smooth, porcelain little body. Years went by and your hatred worsened, so did my demons. 

No, you said you’d love me, to have me forever by your side from the moment you got me on your 5th birthday. You had the brightest doe eyes that glimmers under the sun on your once innocent face, that was soon replaced with an expression of pure evil and malice.

My demons were quiet but never silenced. They waited patiently, stalling for that taste of freedom.

Six, thirteen, twenty-two, fifty-…

Losing count, losing insanity, losing you, losing myself.

Another one, and they finally had enough. 

Buttons look good on your eyes, covering up the evil in those cold, dark orbs.

I’ll haunt your soul and keep your body warm. For you are mine and I am yours.

You tore my heart to pieces.

And now I rejoice because yours will be the same as mine, just a little redder.

You never smile at me and that’s okay, I’ll make you smile forever.”

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I Think We’re Haunted, by Amita S

You should have followed the signs.

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A Nail To The Neck, by Aisyah

Growing up in Malaysia, I was always scared of ghosts, particularly the Pontianak. Pontianak is a vengeful female spirit who seeks revenge after dying from male-inflicted violence. Usually portrayed with long unkempt hair, long sharp nails and a loose white dress, a Pontianak can also disguise herself as a beautiful woman to lure her prey. A Pontianak devours its victims by clawing into the body and eating the organs. It is said that a Pontianak can be fought off by driving a nail into the hole on the nape of her neck, causing her to turn into a beautiful woman and a good wife until the nail is removed.

However, it is different now that I am a young woman. Instead of fear, I genuinely sympathise with this spirit. I feel their pain and understand what causes them to behave so violently. In this artwork I depict myself as the Pontianak – relating myself to the misunderstood spirit. My bloodied eyes and mouth indicate that I am appearing to be “vengeful”, for speaking up whenever I am wronged. The nail stuck into my neck however, represents the social and gender norms where I am expected to keep quiet, behave appropriately and just live with it. In cases where I do speak up, I am often labeled as psychotic and immoral.

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Pikachu Riding Hood ⚡️, by Scary Naruto

This is the Pikachu Ending. So red riding hood has been infected with the pikachu virus he get the lightning power, he used the lightning power to kill the wolf, the grandma got out from the mouth when he died (sorry if i didnt put that in the drawing).

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Jarum Emas, by Luqman Hariz

There was Salmah, a woman believed to have a fair complexion, rosy cheeks & breathtaking features. She was perfect in every way, almost heavenly, putting men in a trance.

She’s then married to a lucky man, Arman, who noticed Salmah’s odd behaviors throughout their marriage, abstaining from specific diets & never has been seen walking underneath the floor plans of their ‘kampung’ house.

One night, Arman got back early from the surau & caught a glimpse of Salmah’s rituals by accident. It was a hauntingly beautiful sight, her skin pierced with gold needles. Little did he know that what laid underneath was horrific!

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Sandwoman of Kharga, by Sheryn Speldewinde

Aahmas, child of the moon. Her mother was a renowned priestess at the temple of Hibis, she learned many rituals by watching her mother perform.  She was special compared to other children, she was a seer and also had the ability to alter fractions of a person’s memories at her will. Her mother made her swear to keep it dormant and hidden. Nobody was to know of her gift as it was a dangerous gift, an offence to the gods. After the death of her mother, Aahmas soon rose to be the head priestess at the temple as people respected her insight and wisdom even more so than her mother. She became so well known that the Pharaoh sent his son to ask for wisdom from Aahmas. However, upon meeting her, the prince was mesmerised by her beauty and intelligence. He brought her back to his palace to wed her.

Now that she was the royal priestess and wife, Aahmas still kept her gift a secret. However one cold night, upon witnessing a savage act of her lady in waiting by one of the palace guards, Aahmas changed her memories while she slept out of pity. But nothing goes unnoticed in the royal palace and soon the prince was notified by one of his many mistresses, due to their jealousy of Aahmas. The Royal council, many of whom their daughters are part of the prince’s harem, accused Aahmas of black magic, each to their own gain and position in the royal hierarchy. Blinded by the council and by his mistress, and persuaded by fear, the Prince sentenced her to death.

Feeling betrayed by her beloved, she prayed to the gods, hoping that he would see the truth. But the gods did not answer, Aahmas was beheaded and her eyes were removed from her skull so that she would not see anymore even in the afterlife.

However, one goddess took pity on her and granted her a second chance, to be a spirit that guides people’s dreams. The goddess placed a thick necklace around her neck so head and body will be attached, and gold liquid as her eyes, as she treasured her sight as so. Aahmas served the goddess as the sandwoman, drifting in and out of people’s dreams. Making the time go faster or slower in your dreams, constantly altering the dimensions of your subconscious.

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Gula-gula, by Reen

Whenever I see wrapped candies, I immediately thought of  “Pocong” and it still haunts me till today. 

Gula-gula is a safe word for “Pocong” used by Malay kids during school time, prolly till they are adults. You may know by how does wrapped candies usually are wrapped right? Yes, that exactly why it is called that way.

Do not draw these Gula-gula on 7 o’clock [pst pst Maghrib time], they might hop on you like a rabbit does! Or do not stay miserable, this Gula-gula sure loves people in misery!

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The house across the street, by sndhea.art

Have you met a ghost when you were younger?

When Anna and her sister were kids, their parents started getting busy with work. So, the sisters stayed with their grandparents on the weekdays in a small town called Willow Creek. They loved going around and exploring the dusty corners of the neighboring houses as no one had been living there for a while. One day, they met a girl in the house across the street. She had beautiful thick straight dark brown hair and claimed to be in her late teens, although she appeared to be considerably older.

The sisters started becoming closer to this girl, but she never told them her name, so they called her Miss Rose. The name rose felt appropriate as the house was covered in rose vines. Every day at dawn they would go to that abandoned house across their street to meet Miss Rose. Over time Miss Rose had cleaned that place up so the sisters would begin to have sleepovers there. Their grandparents didn’t seem to mind as Miss Rose was an older teen taking care of them.

 Some nights when they woke up at the crack of morning they would see a glass of warm milk on their nightstands. The old antique armchair that normally would be in the corner of the room would now be in the middle of the room next to their beds.They always assumed it was Miss Rose, who just wanted to take care of them. Hence, they felt sad putting it back in the corner of the room because they knew that she just wanted to be near them. 

Years later, long after they’d moved out of the town, Anna had been just on her way to Carrie’s house. She switched on the radio and heard about a house burned down due to a vicious fire in Willow Creek. The description of the house matched the exact house where the sister would meet Miss Rose. Anna gets agitated as she increases the volume to hear clearly. 

That’s when she realized Miss Rose was never the kind and caring young lady who looked after them. Instead, she was a 30-year old babysitter who once murdered young girls by giving them poisoned warm milk when it was bedtime as she watched them die. Anna dashes into Carrie’s house, she plays the footage for her. Even though a part of them was still in denial, they started googling the occurrence right away.

They found an article listed by the town’s local news.It was, that identical house. A snapshot of the house’s bedroom where the sisters usually slept, was included in the article. The photo included a chunk of dark brown thick hair hanging from the ceiling with a single rose on it. Underneath it was that old antique armchair at the exact same spot in the room.

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