Taking a break from my fatherhood comic, I drew this recounting of my first and probably the only pa

Taking a break from my fatherhood comic, I drew this recounting of my first and probably the only paranormal experience with my cousin to commemorate his birthday yesterday. It was in the mid 90s. Still in early primary school, I was at my cousin’s place in Selayang. We’re tight, so every school break we would take turns staying over at each other’s house to spend the holidays playing together. We were left with the family’s Indonesian maid while his parents went to work. It was drizzling outside. We took a bath playing boats together in the bathtub when we heard a repetitive creaking sound. We were so juvenile that the sound was too funny, we imitated the sound and chuckled our asses off as we got out of the tub. After drying ourselves, we opened the door to where the sound came from - the maid’s room.To our infantile humour, we saw a built Caucasian man humping the maid full on in missionary position, and it was making the repeated creaking sound we were laughing about. Again, being innocent, we had no idea what that position was until we both got older and talked about this encounter when we met during family gatherings. We compared notes to check on each other’s recounting accuracy.Anyway, the whole act of intercourse was way too hilarious for our young eyes that we choked ourselves laughing and tears were flowing senseless. We didn’t even question the logic like what on earth was a mat salleh doing in the house. The man saw us, turned his head to us, and we slammed the door and reenacted the position while in stitches. A second later, we opened the bathroom door again and to our shock, the white man was no longer on top of the maid! She was instead hugging the bolster? She was like: “Mengapa kamu ketawa? Kak Sal lagi sakit perut (possibly having her period), makanya Kak Sal baring peluk itu bantal.”We went into her room to look for the guy. We asked her where he went and she kept insisting that she had no idea what or who we were talking about. Now, the bathroom was connected to both my cousin’s room and the maid’s. The only way out was through his room or the corridor to the stairs which also had to pass by us. If he escaped through the window, all of which were grilled, and we were one floor up for him to jump without breaking his legs - we would have heard it if he did open the grille too.We searched high and low, the wardrobe, behind the curtain, the doors, and there was no trace of him whatsoever. Someone that big would have had his clothes sprawled on the floor. But there was none. The door downstairs was still shut with the chain lock. All the while we were looking everywhere in the house the maid kept saying we were seeing things and hammered the fact that she was hugging the bolster all day from having cramps. Being kids, we were like “Oh well!” and continued losing our breath imitating the position they were in and made the creaking sound like there was no tomorrow.Fast forward several years later, my cousin said that the maid had already ran away. To this day we still couldn’t figure out if she was telling the truth having no idea what we saw or if she came to our shores with some sort of companion for pleasure… Who knows. -- source link

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