I’ll be making a post or two about my paranormal experiences in the states, but this is one that happened internationally for me and my friend, Dan. This one comes from a Malaysian urban legend called “The Fetus Ghost” and apparently what you can do to abolish this little demon thing. When I think of a demon fetus, I think of the dancing baby from the 90’s. Now that was creepy.
Malaysia has some pretty weird urban legends including demon vaginas, evil babies and big boobs. Sounds like a party, right? The toyol, also known as a dead baby, is apparently resurrected by an evil demon to enter resident’s homes and then the baby robs whatever it can take. Because, why wouldn’t you just rob it yourself or get a job when you can resurrect a baby using demon forces?
Malaysians are terrified of this demon baby. Because of this, they keep their money and other prized possessions near mirrors and needles, because apparently that’s a demon baby’s kryptonite. But if you leave toys out like marbles, rocks and whatnot, it will forget the master’s orders and play with these toys.
But when I had visited Malaysia to do some volunteer work, I actually came into a situation where I had indirectly met this hell-drenched fetus.
My friends and I woke up one morning, and it must have been around noontime. We had stayed up rather late because of the time change. My friend Dan was missing $20 (converted) from his wallet. He thought he might have dropped it somewhere on the train. Nope.
A neighbor knocked on the door of the person who was housing us for the night. In his native tongue, Malay, he asked the host if we had been missing anything, and his locket was not where he had put it the night before when he went to bed. Of course, this was translated to us. Our house host, a longtime friend that moved to the area from the states, asked us if we were missing anything and that the neighbor also ran into someone else that had the same problem.
Dan spoke up about his $20 being missing and the neighbor started having some sort of a panic attack and came in. He was still speaking in his native tongue so we had no idea what he was saying. Then our host (his name was Lennox), told us about the urban legend.
But it didn’t stop there. When we heard something drop upstairs, we all looked at each other and Lennox ran upstairs. The neighbor stayed downstairs and refused to go explore. So naturally, Dan and I’s curiosity ran up with Lennox. When they got upstairs, everything on his nightstand was pushed off, like the jewelry boxes, but they were empty except for some broken pieces. Then the rickety closet doors started shaking.
When Lennox opened the closet doors, a shadow ran into the dark corner of the closet. I of course, booked it because I’m a scared ass. Lennox then screamed and I ran back up, but not into the room.
Lennox came back out and the others had followed me. In a pant, he said, “I saw a child, like, a baby! And then it was gone.” The neighbor yelled something in his foreign tongue and ran out back towards his house. Lennox said, “The toyol!” I then said, “The what?” Lennox educated us on what the hell a toyol was and what they did. Dan and I thought it was a prank because we were knew to the area and were only staying a short time. We thought we were getting our “moneys worth”.
Lennox still acted weird afterwards, but we didn’t believe him until two nights after when my bracelet was missing from my guest bed after I got out of the shower…