Hair on Ends

I cannot help but have horripilation  -  the bristling of body hair  -  and goose bumps, always, whenever I recall an incident that happened years ago. I came to a city near the Malaysian-Indonesian border in Borneo, and a friend recommended that I stay at a newly-built small hotel. The tariff was rather low so I chose to check into the only suite available  -  a honeymoon suite  - although I was alone. I was greatly attracted to the spacious, cosy ambience of the set of rooms.

After a heavy and absolutely scrumptious meal, I went to bed and fell soundly asleep. However, I woke up when I found myself wrestling and fighting with an enormous, crushing load on my chest. The room was in pitch darkness but I managed to quickly turn on the bed lights and then all the lights in the suite. I began to have extremely cold sweat on my body, too. I looked at my watch and found that it was only 3.00am. I could not go to bed after that.

I told my friend about it later that morning. He said that the hotel was built on exhumed land. There used to be a cemetery for the victims of Japanese atrocities during the Second World War. All the dead had been beheaded. He concluded that the heavy load must be a ghost of one of the victims!

That was the beginning of my fear of the dark and I have been encountering incidents like that for years whenever I am alone.

ltbs

Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.
Hebrews 13 -2