Now I understand why people say when you are traveling alone, you have (a chance) to face your inner most fear and overcome it.

3 days ago, 16/05, I arrived in Sibu (a small town about 260,000 people)  at midnight. Caroline’s friend, a Foochow lady named Ms. Koh, picked me up and drove me downtown to find a guesthouse. Because it was quite late, I picked whatever hotel I could see. It was a big but run down hotel right in the centre of Sibu [Sorry to protect the business of the hotel, I can’t tell the name]. The Chinese man at the counter couldn’t speak so Koh helped me check in and left me in the room alone.

The corridor of the hotel

The first thing I did in the hotel was to check out the toilet. It didn’t work! The faucet and toilet flush didn’t work. I went down and asked the guy to come up with me to check. It worked! So he left and as I was preparing to take a shower, I heard someone turning on and off the faucet, and then flushed the toilet. Nobody else was in the room! I walked in and I saw water running. And then the toilet paper automatically scrolled. I was so scared, I ran down and tried to explain to the man but he couldn’t understand. I couldn’t check out because it was late and Sibu is very dangerous at night. So I came back to the room again and cried on Facebook. I didn’t dare the use the toilet or to shower. All weird sound stopped at 3am and I went to bed at 4am.

The haunted toilet

In the morning, I went down and met a Chinese lady at the counter. She speaks English. I told her the story and she asked what room I stayed. I said Room 405 and she said: “There is no Room 405 in this hotel.” It turned out that I stayed in Room 407 but somehow I thought that I stayed in Room 405. It was probably because the room next to me was 403. I still can’t understand why there is no Room 405 in this hotel. Is 405 a bad number in Chinese?

Tags: Alone, Ghost, Haunted hotel, Malaysia, Sarawak, Sibu